His execution sworn. Pol. I do believe thee: I saw his heart in 's face. Give me thy hand : Still neighbour mine. My ships are ready, and Is for a precious creature as she 's rare, Professed to him, why, his revenge must In that be made more bitter. Fear o'ershades me: Good expedition be my friend, and comfort The gracious queen. part of his theme, but nothing Of his ill-ta'en suspicion! Come, Camillo · I will respect thee as a father, if Thou bear'st my life off hence. Let us avoid. Cam. It is in mine authority to command The keys of all the posterus. Please your highness To take the urgent hour Come, sir away! [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I.-Sicilia. Within the Palace of Leontes. Enter HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS, and Ladies. Her. Take the boy to you: he so troubles me, 'Tis past enduring. 1 Lady. Come, my gracious lord: No, I'll none of you. Shall I be your playfellow ? Mam. 1 Lady. Why, my sweet lord? Mam. You'll kiss me hard, and speak to me as if I were a baby still.-I love you better. 2 Lady. And why so, my lord? Mam. Not for because Your brows are blacker; yet black brows, they say, Become some women best, so that there be not Too much hair there, but in a semicircle Or a half-moon made with a pen. 2 Lady. Who taught you this? Mam. I learned it out of women's faces.-Pray now, What colour are your eyebrows? 1 Lade 42 THE WINTER'S TALE. Mam. Nay, that's a mock: I have seen a lady's nose That has been blue, but not her eyebrows. Hark ye. 2 Lady. The queen, your mother, rounds apace: we shall Present our services to a fine new prince One of these days: and then you'd wanton with us, If we would have you. 1 Lady. She is spread of late Into a goodly bulk: good time encounter her! Her. What wisdom stirs amongst you? Come, sir; now I am for you again: pray you, sit by us And tell's a tale. Merry, or sad, shall't be? A sad tale's best for winter. Let's have that, good sir. I have one of sprites and goblins. IIer. Come on, sit down: come on, and do your best To fright me with your sprites: you're powerful at it. Mam. There was a man, Her. Nay, come, sit down; then on. T Yond crickets shall not hear it. Her. And give 't me in mine ear. Come on then, Enter LEONTES, ANTIGONUS, Lords, and others. Leon. Was he met there his train? Camillo with him? 1 Lord. Behind the tuft of pines I met them: never Saw I men scour so on their way. Even to their ships. Leon. I eyed them How blest am I In my just censure, in my true opinion!— The abhorred ingredient to his eye make known Camillo was his help in this, kis pander! There is a plot against my life, my crown: All's true that is mistrusted :-that false villain, 44 THE WINTER'S TALE. He has discovered my design, and I Remain a pinched thing; yea, a very trick For them to play at will.-How came the posterns So easily open? 1 Lord. By his great authority; Which often hath no less prevailed than so, On command. your Leon. I know 't too well. Give me the boy. [To HERMIONE.] I am glad you did not nurse him : Though he does bear some signs of me, yet you Her. What is this? sport? Leon. Bear the boy hence; he shall not come about her. Away with him, and let her sport herself With that she's big with, for 't is Polixenes Has made thee swell thus. Her. But I'd say he had not, And, I'll be sworn, you would believe my saying, Howe'er you lean to the nayward. Leon. You, my lords, Look on her, mark her well be but about |