Well said, Hermione.
To tell, he longs to see his son, were strong:
But let him say so then, and let him go;
But let him swear
so, and he shall not stay,
We'll thwack him hence with distaffs.
Yet of your royal presence I'll adventure
borrow of a week. When at Bohemia
You take my lord, I'll give him my commission
To let him there a
month behind the gest
Prefix'd for's parting: yet, good deed, Leontes,
I love thee not a jar o' the clock behind
lady-she her lord. You'll stay?
Nay, but you will?
I may not, verily.
You put me off with limber vows; but I,
Though you would seek to unsphere the
stars with oaths,
yet say 'Sir, no going.' Verily,
You shall not go: a lady's 'Verily' 's
As potent as a lord's. Will you go yet?
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,'
One of them you shall be.
Your guest, then, madam:
To be your prisoner should import offending;
Which is for me less easy to commit
you to punish.
Not your gaoler, then,
But your kind hostess. Come, I'll question you
Of my lord's tricks and yours when
you were boys:
You were pretty lordings then?
We were, fair queen,
Two lads that thought there was no more behind
But such a day to-morrow as to-
And to be boy eternal.
Was not my lord
The verier wag o' the two?
We were as twinn'd lambs that did frisk i' the sun,
And bleat the one at the other: what we changed
innocence for innocence; we knew not
The doctrine of ill-doing, nor dream'd
That any did. Had we pursued
And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rear'd
With stronger blood, we should have answer'd heaven
'not guilty;' the imposition clear'd
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