Page 745 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

I love thee not a jar o’th’ clock behind
What lady she her lord. You’ll stay?

POLIXENES
No, madam.

HERMIONE
Nay, but you will?

POLIXENES
I may not, verily. [45]

HERMIONE
Verily!

You put me off with limber vows; but I,
Though you would seek t’ unsphere the stars with oaths,
Should yet say ‘Sir, no going’. Verily,
You shall not go: a lady’s Verily’s [50]

As potent as a lord’s. Will you go yet?
Force me to keep you as a prisoner,
Not like a guest: so you shall pay your fees
When you depart, and save your thanks? How say you?

My prisoner? or my guest? By your dread ‘Verily’, [55]
One of them you shall be.

POLIXENES
Your guest then, madam:
To be your prisoner should import offending;

Which is for me less easy to commit
Than you to punish.

HERMIONE
Not your gaoler then,
But your kind hostess. Come, I’ll question you [60]
Of my lord’s tricks, and yours, when you were boys.

You were pretty lordings then?