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makes a July's day short as December;

      And with his varying childness cures in me

      Thoughts that would thick my blood.

      LEONTES

       So stands this squire

      Offic'd with me. We two will walk, my lord,

      And leave you to your graver steps.—Hermione,

      How thou lov'st us show in our brother's welcome;

      Let what is dear in Sicily be cheap:

      Next to thyself and my young rover, he's

      Apparent to my heart.

      HERMIONE

       If you would seek us,

      We are yours i' the garden. Shall 's attend you there?

      LEONTES

      To your own bents dispose you: you'll be found,

      Be you beneath the sky. [Aside] I am angling now.

      Though you perceive me not how I give line.

      Go to, go to!

      [Observing POLIXENES and HERMIONE]

      How she holds up the neb, the bill to him!

      And arms her with the boldness of a wife

      To her allowing husband!

      [Exeunt POLIXENES, HERMIONE, and Attendants.]

       Gone already!

      Inch-thick, knee-deep, o'er head and ears a fork'd one!—

      Go, play, boy, play:—thy mother plays, and I

      Play too; but so disgrac'd a part, whose issue

      Will hiss me to my grave: contempt and clamour

      Will be my knell.—Go, play, boy, play.—There have been,

      Or I am much deceiv'd, cuckolds ere now;

      And many a man there is, even at this present,

      Now while I speak this, holds his wife by the arm

      That little thinks she has been sluic'd in his absence,

      And his pond fish'd by his next neighbour, by

      Sir Smile, his neighbour; nay, there's comfort in't,

      Whiles other men have gates, and those gates open'd,

      As mine, against their will: should all despair

      That hath revolted wives, the tenth of mankind

      Would hang themselves. Physic for't there's none;

      It is a bawdy planet, that will strike

      Where 'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful, think it,

      From east, west, north, and south: be it concluded,

      No barricado for a belly: know't;

      It will let in and out the enemy

      With bag and baggage. Many thousand of us

      Have the disease, and feel't not.—How now, boy!

      MAMILLIUS

      I am like you, they say.

      LEONTES

       Why, that's some comfort.—

      What! Camillo there?

      CAMILLO

      Ay, my good lord.

      LEONTES

      Go play, Mamillius; thou'rt an honest man.—

      [Exit MAMILLIUS.]

      Camillo, this great sir will yet stay longer.

      CAMILLO

      You had much ado to make his anchor hold:

      When you cast out, it still came home.

      LEONTES

       Didst note it?

      CAMILLO

      He would not stay at your petitions; made

      His business more material.

      LEONTES

       Didst perceive it?—

      [Aside.] They're here with me already; whispering, rounding,

      'Sicilia is a so-forth.' 'Tis far gone

      When I shall gust it last.—How came't, Camillo,

      That he did stay?

      CAMILLO

       At the good queen's entreaty.

      LEONTES

      At the queen's be't: 'good' should be pertinent;

      But so it is, it is not. Was this taken

      By any understanding pate but thine?

      For thy conceit is soaking, will draw in

      More than the common blocks:—not noted, is't,

      But of the finer natures? by some severals

      Of head-piece extraordinary? lower messes

      Perchance are to this business purblind? say.

      CAMILLO

      Business, my lord! I think most understand

      Bohemia stays here longer.

      LEONTES

       Ha!

      CAMILLO

       Stays here longer.

      LEONTES

      Ay, but why?

      CAMILLO

      To satisfy your highness, and the entreaties

      Of our most gracious mistress.

      LEONTES

       Satisfy

      Th' entreaties of your mistress!—satisfy!—

      Let that suffice. I have trusted thee, Camillo,

      With all the nearest things to my heart, as well

      My chamber-councils, wherein, priest-like, thou

      Hast cleans'd my bosom; I from thee departed

      Thy penitent reform'd: but we have been

      Deceiv'd in thy integrity, deceiv'd

      In that which seems so.

      CAMILLO

       Be it forbid, my lord!

      LEONTES

      To bide upon't—thou art not honest; or,

      If thou inclin'st that way, thou art a coward,

      Which hoxes honesty behind, restraining

      From course requir'd; or else thou must be counted

      A servant grafted in my serious trust,

      And therein negligent; or else a fool

      That seest a game play'd home, the rich stake drawn,

      And tak'st it all for jest.

      CAMILLO

       My gracious lord,

      I

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