Cam. Swear his thought over As or, by oath, remove, or counsel, shake, Pol. How should this grow? Cam. I know not: but, I am sure, 'tis safer to Avoid what's grown, than question how 'tis born. If therefore you dare trust my honesty,That lies enclosed in his trunk, which you Shall bear along impawn'd,-away to-night. Your followers I will whisper to the business; And will, by twos, and threes, at several pos terns, Clear them o' the city: for myself, I'll put Have utter'd truth: which if you seek to prove, Than one condemn'ď by the king's own mouth, thereon His execution sworn. Pol. I do believe thee: I saw his heart in his face. Give me thy hand; Still neighbour mine: my ships are ready, and Two days ago. This jealousy Is for a precious creature: as she's rare. thing Of his ill-ta'en suspicion! Come, Camillo; [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE L.-The same. Enter HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS, and LADIES. Her. Take the boy to you: he so troubles me, 'Tis past enduring. 1 Lady. Come, my gracious lord. Shall I be your play-fellow? Mam. No, I'll none of you. 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 good 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 half-moon made with a pen. 2 Lady. Who taught you this? Mam. I learn'd it out of women's faces.-Pray now What colour are your eye-brows? 1 Lady. Blue, my lord. Mam. Nay, that's a mock: I have seen a lady's nose That has been blue, but not her eye-brows. 2 Lady. Hark ye: 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, Mam. Merry, or sad, shall't be? Her. As merry as you will. Mam. A sad tale's best for winter: I have one of sprites and goblins. Her. Let's have that, Sir. 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, Mam. Dwelt by a church-yard;-I will tell it softly: Yon crickets shall not hear it. 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: I eyed them Leon. How bless'd am I In my just censure *? In my true opinion?- The abhorr'd ingredient to his eye, make known spider. Camillo was his help in this, his pander- Remain a pinch'd 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 prevail'd than so, Leon. I know't too well. Give me the boy; I am glad you did not nurse him: Though he does bear some signs of me, yet you Have too much blood in him. 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 'tis Polixenes Has made thee swell thus. • Judgment. thor's time. + O that my Judgment were less! † Spiders were esteemed poisonous in our au § Heavings. A thing pinched out of clouts, a puppet. : Her. But I'd say, he had not, And, I'll be sworn, you would believe my saying, Leon. You, my lords, Look on her, mark her well; be but about straight The shrug, the hum, or ha; these petty brands, Her. Should a villain say so, Leon. You have mistook, my lady, A federary+ with her; and one that knows Her. No, by my life, Privy to none of this:-How will this grieve you, Leon. No, no; if I mistake * Brand as infamous. VOL. II. + Confederate. † Only. In those foundations which I build upon, The center is not big enough to bear A school-boy's top.-Away with her to prison: But that he speaks *. Her. There's some ill planet reigns: I must be patient, till the heavens look With an aspect more favourable. Good my lords, Worse than tears drown: 'Beseech you all, my lords, With thoughts so qualified as your charities The king's will be pertorm'd! Leon. Shall I be heard? [To the Guards. Her. Who is't, that goes with me?-'Beseech your highness, My women may be with me; for, you see, My plight requires it. Do not weep, good fools; There is no cause: when you shall know, your mistress Has deserved prison, then abound in tears, leave. Leon. Go, do our bidding: hence. [Exeunt Queen and Ladies. 1 Lord. 'Beseech your highness, call the queen again. Ant. Be certain what you do, Sir; lest your justice Prove violence; in the which three great ones suffer, Yourself, your queen, your son. 1 Lord. For her, my lord, I dare my life lay down, and will dot, Sir, Please you to accept it, that the queen is spotless I' the eyes of heaven, and to you; I mean, In this which you accuse her. Ant. If it prove She's otherwise, I'll keep my stables + where • In merely speaking. + Take my station. |