Page 751 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

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: [175]

Next to thyself, and my young rover, he’s
Apparent to my heart.

HERMIONE
If you would seek us,
We are yours i’ th’ 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, [180]
Though you perceive me not how I give line.
Go to, go to!
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! [185]

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, [190]
(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 th’ arm,

That little thinks she has been sluic’d in ’s absence
And his pond fish’d by his next neighbour, by [195]
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 have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind
Would hang themselves. Physic for’t there’s none; [200]
It is a bawdy planet, that will strike

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