That I think honourable: therefore mark my counsel, I mean to utter it; or both yourself and me Pol. On good Camillo. Cam. I am appointed, fir, to murder you. Pol. By whom, Camillo? Cam. By the king. Pol. For what? Cam. He thinks, nay, with all confidence he swears, As he had seen't, or been an instrument have touch'd his queen Pol. O, then my best blood turn A favour, that may ftrike the dullest noftril Cam. Swear this though over By each particular star in heaven, and Pol. How fhould this grow ? Cam. I know not; but, I'm fure, 'tis fafer to And And will by twoes, and threes, at feveral pofterns, Have utter'd truth; which if you seek to prove, Pol. I do believe thee: I faw his heart in's face. Give me thy hand; Still neighbour mine: my fhips are ready, and Is for a precious creature: as fhe's rare, In that be made more bitter. Fear o'erfhades me: I will respect thee as a father, if Thou bear'ft my life off hence. Let us avoid. Cam. It is in mine authority to command The keys of all the posterns: please your highness [Exeunt. ACT *** TA ACT II. SCENE I. The SCENE continues. Enter Hermione, Mamillus, and Ladies. HERMION E. AKE the boy to you; he fo troubles me, 1 Lady. Come, my gracious lord, Shall I be your playfellow? Mam. No, I'll none of you. 1 Lady. Why, my sweet lord? Mam. You'll kifs me hard, and speak to me, as if I were a baby ftill: I love you better. 2 Lady. And why fo, pray, my lord? Mam. Not for because Your brows are blacker; yet black brows, they say, Too much hair there, but in a femicircle, Like a 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 be your eyebrows? I Lady. Blue, my lord. Mam. Nay, that's a mock: I've seen a lady's nofe That has been blue, but not her eyebrows. 1 Lady. Hark ye, The queen, your mother, rounds apace: we shall One of these days, and then you'll wanton with us, 2 Lady. 2 Lady. She is fpread of late Into a goodly bulk; good time encounter her! Her. What wifdom stirs amongst you? Come, fir, now I am for you again: pray you, fit by us, And tell's a tale. Mam. Merry, or fad, fhall't be? Her. As merry as you will. Mam. A fad tale's beft For winter: I have one of sprights and goblins. Come on, fit down: come on, and do your best, To fright me with your sprights: you're powerful at it. Her. Nay, come, fit down; then on. Mam. Dwelt by a churchyard: I will tell it foftly: Yond crickets fhall not hear it. Her. Come on then, and give it me in mine ear. Enter Leontes, Antigonus, and Lords. Leo. Was he met there? his train? Camillo with him? Saw I men fcour fo on their way: I ey'd them Leo. How bleft am I In my juft cenfure! in my true opinion! Th' abhorr'd ingredient to his eye, make known VOL. II. Uuu There There is a plot against my life, my crown; Lord. By his great authority; Which hath prevailed oftentimes no less Leo. I know't too well. Give me the boy; I'm glad, you did not nurse him: Her. What is this? fport? Leo. Bear the boy hence, he shall not come about her; Away with him: and let her sport herself With that she's big with: 'tis Polixenes Has made thee fwell thus. Her. I'd but fay, he had not; And I'll be fworn you would believe my saying, Howe'er you lean to th'nayward. Leo. You, my lords, Look on her, mark her well; be but about To fay, fhe is a goodly lady, and The justice of your hearts will thereto add, 'Tis pity fhe's not honeft, honourable: Praise her but for this her without-door form, Which, on my faith, deserves high speech, and straight That mercy doth, (for calumny will sear Virtue itself) these fhrugs, these hums, and ha's, From |