If you shall chance, Camillo, to visit Bohemia, on the like occasion

whereon my services are now on foot, you shall see, as I have said,

great difference betwixt our Bohemia and your Sicilia.

I think this coming summer the King of Sicilia means to pay Bohemia the

visitation which he justly owes him.

Wherein our entertainment shall shame us; we will be justified in our

loves. For indeed,—

Beseech you—

Verily, I speak it in the freedom of my knowledge. We cannot with such

magnificence—in so rare—I know not what to say. We will give you sleepy

drinks, that your senses, unintelligent of our insufficience, may,

though they cannot praise us, as little accuse us.

You pay a great deal too dear for what’s given freely.

Believe me, I speak as my understanding instructs me and as mine

honesty puts it to utterance.

Sicilia cannot show himself over-kind to Bohemia. They were trained

together in their childhoods, and there rooted betwixt them then such

an affection which cannot choose but branch now. Since their more

mature dignities and royal necessities made separation of their

society, their encounters, though not personal, have been royally

attorneyed with interchange of gifts, letters, loving embassies, that

they have seemed to be together, though absent; shook hands, as over a

vast; and embraced as it were from the ends of opposed winds. The

heavens continue their loves!

I think there is not in the world either malice or matter to alter it.

You have an unspeakable comfort of your young Prince Mamillius. It is a

gentleman of the greatest promise that ever came into my note.

I very well agree with you in the hopes of him. It is a gallant child;

one that indeed physics the subject, makes old hearts fresh. They that

went on crutches ere he was born desire yet their life to see him a

man.

Would they else be content to die?

Yes, if there were no other excuse why they should desire to live.

If the king had no son, they would desire to live on crutches till he

had one.