Camillo.  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.

ARCHIDAMUS. 
Would they else be content to die?

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

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

[Exeunt.]

Scene II.  The same.  A Room of State in the Palace.

[Enter Leontes, Polixenes, Hermione, Mamillius, Camillo, and Attendants.]

Polixenes. 
Nine changes of the watery star hath been
The shepherd’s note since we have left our throne
Without a burden:  time as long again
Would be fill’d up, my brother, with our thanks;
And yet we should, for perpetuity,
Go hence in debt:  and therefore, like a cipher,
Yet standing in rich place, I multiply
With one we-thank-you many thousands more
That go before it.

Leontes. 
                   Stay your thanks a while,
And pay them when you part.

Polixenes. 
                            Sir, that’s to-morrow. 
I am question’d by my fears, of what may chance
Or breed upon our absence; that may blow
No sneaping winds at home, to make us say,
‘This is put forth too truly.’  Besides, I have stay’d
To tire your royalty.

Leontes. 
                      We are tougher, brother,
Than you can put us to’t.

Polixenes. 
                          No longer stay.

Leontes. 
One seven-night longer.

Polixenes. 
                        Very sooth, to-morrow.

Leontes. 
We’ll part the time between ’s then:  and in that
I’ll no gainsaying.

Polixenes. 
                    Press me not, beseech you, so,
There is no tongue that moves, none, none i’ the world,
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
To you a charge and trouble:  to save both,
Farewell, our brother.

Leontes. 
                       Tongue-tied, our queen?  Speak you.

Hermione. 
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
All in Bohemia’s well:  this satisfaction
The by-gone day proclaimed:  say this to him,
He’s beat from his best ward.

Leontes. 
                              Well said, Hermione.