Than you to punish. Her. Not your Goaler then, But your kind Hoftefs; come, I'll question you Pol. We were, fair Queen, Two lads, that thought there was no more behind, But fuch a day to-morrow as to-day, And to be boy eternal. Her. Was not my Lord the verier wag o'th' two? Sun, And bleat the one at th' other: what we chang'd, Her. By this we gather, You have tript fince. Pol. O my most facred Lady, Temptations have fince then been born to's: for Her. Grace to boot! Of this make no conclufion, left you fay, Your Queen and I are devils. Yet, go on;-- You did continue fault; and that you flipt not, Leo. Is he won yet? Leo. At my request he would not: Her. Never? Leo. Never, but once. Her. What? have I twice faid well? when was't before? I pr'ythee, tell me; cram's with praife, and make's As fat as tame things: one good deed, dying tongue. lefs, Slaughters a thousand, waiting upon that. Or I mistake you: O, would her name were Grace! Grace to boot! i. e. tho' temptations have grown up, yet I hope grace too has kept pace with them. Grace to boot, was a proverbial expreffion of these occafions. To the other part, fhe replies, as for our tempting you, pray take heed you draw no conclufion from thence, for that would be making your Queen and me devils, &c. WARBURTON. With fpur ve heat an acre. But to th goal.] Thus this paffage has been always pointed; whence it appears, that the Editors did not take the Poet's conceit. They imagined that, But to th goal meant, but th come to the purpofe; but the fente is different, and plain enough when the line is pointed thus, ere With fur we heat an acre, but to th' ghal. i. e. good ufage will win us to any thing; but, with ill, we ftop fhort, even there where both our intereft and our inclination would otherwife have carried us. WARBURTON. Nay, Nay, let me have't; I long. Leo. Why, that was when Three crabbed months had fowr'd themselves to death, Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, And clepe thyfelf my love; then didft thou utter, "I am yours for ever." Her. 'Tis Grace, indeed. Why, lo you now; I've spoke to th' purpose twice; Th' other for fome while a friend. Leo. Too hot, too hot [Afide. To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods. Mam. Ay, my good Lord. Leo. I' fecks! Why, that's my bawcock; what? has't fmutch'd thy nofe? They fay, it's a copy out of mine. Come, captain, Are all call'd neat. Still virginalling* [Obferving Polixenes and Hermione. 3 The mort o' th' deer-] A leffon upon the horn at the death of the deer. THEOBALD. We must be neat.] Leontes, feeing his fon's nofe fmutched, cries, we must be neat; then, re collecting that neat is the term for horned cattle, he fays, not neat, but cleanly. 4 Still virginalling] Still playing with her fingers, as a girl playing on the virginals. Upon Upon his palm?--how now, you wanton calf! . Mam. Yes, if you will, my Lord. Leo. Thou want'ft a rough pafh, and the shoots that To be full like me.-Yet they fay, we are And fellow'ft Nothing. Then 'tis very credent, And hardning of my brows. Pol. What means Sicilia? Her. He fomething seems unfettled. Pol. How? my Lord? Leo. What cheer? how is't with you, best brother? Her. You look As if you held a brow of much Distraction. Leo. No, in good earnest. How fometimes nature will betray its folly! As o'er-dy'd blacks.] Sir T. welkin eye,] Blue eye; an eye of the fame colour with the welkin, or fly. R In 1 In my green velvet coat; my dagger muzzled, How like, methought, I then was to this kernel, Mam. No, my Lord, I'll fight. Leo. You will! why, happy man be's dole! Are you fo fond of your young Prince, as we Pol. If at home, Sir, He's all my exercife, my mirth, my matter; Offic'd with me: we two will walk, my Lord, How thou lov❜ft us, fhew in our brother's welcome: Let what is dear in Sicily, be cheap: Next to thyself, and my young rover, he's Her. If you will seek us, We are yours i'th' garden: fhall's attend you there! Be 6 Will you take eggs for mony?] This feems to be a proverbial expreffion, used when a man fees himfelf wronged and makes no refiftance. Its original, or precife meaning, I cannot find, but I believe it means, will you be a cuckold for hire. The cuckow is reported to lay her eggs in another [Afide, obferving Her. bird's neft; he therefore that has eggs laid in his neft, is faid to be cucullatus, cuckow'd, or cuckold. -happy man be's dole!-] May his dole or fare in life be to be a happy man. 7 Apparent-] That is, beir apparent, or the next claimant. Go |