_Leon._ So stands this squire Officed with me: we two will walk, my lord, And leave you to your graver steps. Hermione, How thou lovest 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.
_Her._ If you would seek us, We are yours i' the garden: shall's attend you there?
_Leon._ 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 disgraced 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 deceived, 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 sluiced 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 is none; 200 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 205 With bag and baggage: many thousand on's Have the disease, and feel't not. How now, boy!
_Leon._ Why, that's some comfort. What, Camillo there?
_Leon._ Go play, Mamillius; thou'rt an honest man. [_Exit Mamillius._
Camillo, this great sir will yet stay longer.
_Cam._ You had much ado to make his anchor hold: When you cast out, it still came home.
_Cam._ He would not stay at your petitions; made 215 His business more material.
_Leon._ 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?