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! _Mam._ I am like you, they say. _Leon._ Why, that's some comfort. What, Camillo there? _Cam._ Ay, my good lord. 210 _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. _Leon._ Didst note it? _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? _Cam._ At the good queen's entreaty. 220 _Leon._ At the queen's be't: 'good' should be pertinent; But, so it is, it is not. Was this taken By any understanding pate but thine? For thy conceit is soaking, will draw in More than the common blocks: not noted, is't, 225 But of the finer natures? by some severals Of head-piece extraordinary? lower messes Perchance are to this business purblind? say. _Cam._ Business, my lord! I think most understand Bohemia stays here longer. _Leon._ Ha! _Cam._ Stays here longer. 230 _Leon._ Ay, but why? _Cam._ To satisfy your highness, and the entreaties Of our most gracious mistress.