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The Winter's Tale (Folio 1, 1623)
The Winters Tale. 279
233Of my Boyes face, me thoughts I did requoyle
235In my greene Veluet Coat; my Dagger muzzel'd,
237(As Ornaments oft do's) too dangerous:
238How like (me thought) I then was to this Kernell,
240Will you take Egges for Money?
242Leo. You will: why happy man be's dole. My Brother
243Are you so fond of your young Prince, as we
244Doe seeme to be of ours?
245Pol. If at home (Sir)
246He's all my Exercise, my Mirth, my Matter;
247Now my sworne Friend, and then mine Enemy;
248My Parasite, my Souldier: States-man; all:
249He makes a Iulyes day, short as December,
250And with his varying child-nesse, cures in me
251Thoughts, that would thick my blood.
253Offic'd with me: We two will walke (my Lord)
254And leaue you to your grauer steps. Hermione,
256Let what is deare in Sicily, be cheape:
257Next to thy selfe, and my young Rouer, he's
258Apparant to my heart.
260We are yours i'th' Garden: shall's attend you there?
262Be you beneath the Sky: I am angling now,
263(Though you perceiue me not how I giue Lyne)
264Goe too, goe too.
265How she holds vp the Neb? the Byll to him?
266And armes her with the boldnesse of a Wife
267To her allowing Husband. Gone already,
268Ynch-thick, knee-deepe; ore head and eares a fork'd one.
269Goe play (Boy) play: thy Mother playes, and I
271Will hisse me to my Graue: Contempt and Clamor
272Will be my Knell. Goe play (Boy) play, there haue been
273(Or I am much deceiu'd) Cuckolds ere now,
274And many a man there is (euen at this present,
275Now, while I speake this) holds his Wife by th' Arme,
278Sir Smile, his Neighbor:) nay, there's comfort in't,
279Whiles other men haue Gates, and those Gates open'd
281That haue reuolted Wiues, the tenth of Mankind
283It is a bawdy Planet, that will strike
284Where 'tis predominant; and 'tis powrefull: thinke it:
286No Barricado for a Belly. Know't,
287It will let in and out the Enemy,
288With bag and baggage: many thousand on's
292What? Camillo there?
293Cam. I, my good Lord.
295Camillo, this great Sir will yet stay longer.
296Cam. You had much adoe to make his Anchor hold,
302They're here with me already; whisp'ring, rounding:
303Sicilia is a so-forth: 'tis farre gone,
305That he did stay?
306Cam. At the good Queenes entreatie.
308But so it is, it is not. Was this taken
309By any vnderstanding Pate but thine?
310For thy Conceit is soaking, will draw in
311More then the common Blocks. Not noted, is't,
313Of Head-peece extraordinarie? Lower Messes
316Bohemia stayes here longer.
317Leo. Ha?
318Cam. Stayes here longer.
319Leo. I, but why?
325With all the neerest things to my heart, as well
326My Chamber-Councels, wherein (Priest-like) thou
328Thy Penitent reform'd: but we haue been
329Deceiu'd in thy Integritie, deceiu'd
331Cam. Be it forbid (my Lord.)
333If thou inclin'st that way, thou art a Coward,
337And therein negligent: or else a Foole,
340Cam. My gracious Lord,
341I may be negligent, foolish, and fearefull,
342In euery one of these, no man is free,
343But that his negligence, his folly, feare,
344Among the infinite doings of the World,
345Sometime puts forth in your affaires (my Lord.)
346If euer I were wilfull-negligent,
348I play'd the Foole, it was my negligence,
349Not weighing well the end: if euer fearefull
350To doe a thing, where I the issue doubted,
351Whereof the execution did cry out
352Against the non-performance, 'twas a feare
355Is neuer free of. But beseech your Grace
356Be plainer with me, let me know my Trespas
357By it's owne visage; if I then deny it,
358'Tis none of mine.
361Is thicker then a Cuckolds Horne) or heard?
363Cannot be mute) or thought? (for Cogitation
364Resides not in that man, that do's not thinke)
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