_Pol._ Press me not, beseech you, so. There is no tongue that moves, none, none i' the world, 20 So soon as yours could win me: so it should now, Were there necessity in your request, although 'Twere needful I denied it. My affairs Do even drag me homeward: which to hinder Were in your love a whip to me; my stay 25 To you a charge and trouble: to save both, Farewell, our brother. _Leon._ Tongue-tied our queen? speak you. _Her._ I had thought, sir, to have held my peace until You had drawn oaths from him not to stay. You, sir, Charge him too coldly. Tell him, you are sure 30 All in Bohemia's well; this satisfaction The by-gone day proclaim'd: say this to him, He's beat from his best ward. _Leon._ Well said, Hermione. _Her._ To tell, he longs to see his son, were strong: But let him say so then, and let him go; 35 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 The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia You take my lord, I'll give him my commission 40 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 What lady she her lord. You 'll stay? _Pol._ No, madam. _Her._ Nay, but you will? _Pol._ I may not, verily. 45 _Her._ Verily! You put me off with limber vows; but I, Though you would seek to 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. _Pol._ Your guest, then, madam: To be your prisoner should import offending; Which is for me less easy to commit Than you to punish. _Her._ 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? _Pol._ We were, fair queen, Two lads that thought there was no more behind But such a day to-morrow as to-day, And to be boy eternal. _Her._ Was not my lord 65 The verier wag o' the two?