HERMIONE.
Was not my lord
The verier wag o’ th’ two?
POLIXENES.
We were as twinn’d lambs that did frisk i’ th’ sun
And bleat the one at th’ other. What we chang’d
Was innocence for innocence; we knew not
The doctrine of ill-doing, nor dream’d
That any did. Had we pursu’d 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.
HERMIONE.
By this we gather
You have tripp’d since.
POLIXENES.
O my most sacred lady,
Temptations have since then been born to ’s! for
In those unfledg’d days was my wife a girl;
Your precious self had then not cross’d the eyes
Of my young play-fellow.
HERMIONE.
Grace to boot!
Of this make no conclusion, lest you say
Your queen and I are devils. Yet go on;
Th’ 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
With any but with us.
LEONTES.
Is he won yet?
HERMIONE.
He’ll stay, my lord.
LEONTES.
At my request he would not.
Hermione, my dearest, thou never spok’st
To better purpose.
HERMIONE.
Never?
LEONTES.
Never but once.