_Pol._ We were as twinn'd lambs that did frisk i' the sun, And bleat the one at the other: what we changed Was innocence for innocence; we knew not The doctrine of ill-doing, nor dream'd 70 That any did. Had we pursued that life, And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rear'd With stronger blood, we should have answer'd heaven Boldly 'not guilty;' the imposition clear'd Hereditary ours. _Her._ By this we gather 75 You have tripp'd since. _Pol._ O my most sacred lady! Temptations have since then been born to's: for In those unfledged days was my wife a girl; Your precious self had then not cross'd the eyes Of my young play-fellow. _Her._ Grace to boot! 80 Of this make no conclusion, lest you say Your queen and I are devils: yet go on; The offences we have made you do we'll answer, If you first sinn'd with us and that with us You did continue fault and that you slipp'd not 85 With any but with us. _Leon._ Is he won yet? _Her._ He'll stay, my lord. _Leon._ At my request he would not. Hermione, my dearest, thou never spokest To better purpose. _Her._ Never? _Leon._ Never, but once. _Her._ What! have I twice said well? when was't before? 90 I prithee tell me; cram's with praise, and make's As fat as tame things: one good deed dying tongueless Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that. Our praises are our wages: you may ride's With one soft kiss a thousand furlongs ere 95 With spur we heat an acre. But to the goal: My last good deed was to entreat his stay: What was my first? it has an elder sister, Or I mistake you: O, would her name were Grace! But once before I spoke to the purpose: when? 100 Nay, let me have't; I long. _Leon._ Why, that was when Three crabbed months had sour'd themselves to death, Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, And clap thyself my love: then didst thou utter 'I am yours for ever.' _Her._ 'Tis Grace indeed. 105 Why, lo you now, I have spoke to the purpose twice: The one for ever earn'd a royal husband; The other for some while a friend.