ACT THE SECOND. SCENE I. 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, No, I'll none of you. Shall I be your play-fellow? 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 good lord? Not for because Mam. 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 semi-circle, 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. 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, Mam. Merry, or sad, shall't be? Mam. will. A sad tale's best for winter: Come on, sit down : Let's have that, sir. 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. 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: I ey'd them How bless'd am I Leon. The abhorr'd ingredient to his eye, make known Judgment. How he hath drank, he cracks his gorge, his sides, With violent hefts 6: I have drank, and seen the 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, On your command. 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. But I'd say, he had not, Her. 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 To say, she is a goodly lady, and The justice of your hearts will thereto add, 'Tis pity she's not honest, honourable: Praise her but for this her without-door form, The shrug, the hum, or ha; these petty brands, 6 Heavings. O, I am out, 7 A thing pinch'd out of clouts, a puppet. That mercy does; for calumny will sear Her. Should a villain say so, The most replenish'd villain in the world, Leon. A federary with her; and one that knows To this their late escape. Her. No, by my life, Privy to none of this: How will this grieve you, When you shall come to clearer knowledge, that You thus have publish'd me? Gentle my lord, You scarce can right me throughly then, to say You did mistake. Leon. No, no; if I mistake In those foundations which I build upon, A school-boy's top. Away with her to prison: He, who shall speak for her, is afar off guilty', But that he speaks.' Her. There's some ill planet reigns: Brand as infamous. 1 Remotely guilty. 9 Confederate. lords, I must be patient, till the heavens look 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 deserv'd prison, then abound in tears, leave. My women, come; you have 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 do't, 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 |