By my regard, but kill'd none fo. Camillo, * In whofe fuccefs we are gentle,—I beseech you, Cam. I may not answer. Pol, A fickness caught of me, and yet I well! Which honour does acknowledge,-whereof the leaft Cam. Sir, I'll tell you; Since I am charg'd in honour, and by him Pol. On, good Camillo. Cam. I am appointed Him to murder you. Cam. By the king. Pol. For what? my counfel; Cam. He thinks, nay, with all confidence he swears, As he had feen't, or been an instrument In whofe fuccefs we are gentle,]-Succeffion; in confequence of whofe fuccefs in life, we arrive at that diftinction. this fuit of mine,]-a king's request of help. "To vice you to't,—that you have touch'd his queen Forbiddenly. Pol. Oh, then my best blood turn To an infected jelly; and my name W Be yok'd with his that did betray the best! A favour, that may strike the dulleft noftril Cam. Swear his thought over By each particular ftar in heaven, and Pol. How fhould this grow? Cam. I know not: but, I am fure, 'tis fafer to "To vice you to't,]-to put, or hold you together-to advise. * Swear bis thought over]-Though you should bring proofs against his conceiv'd jealousy, enforced with oaths as numerous as the ftars they are fetch'd from.-Swear this though over. Y his faith,]-his fettled belief. 2 The ftanding of his body.]-During his life. By By this discovery loft. Be not uncertain; For, by the honour of my parents, I Have utter'd truth: which if you feek to prove, I dare not stand by; nor fhall you be safer Than one condemn'd by the king's own mouth, thereon His execution fworn. Pol. I do believe thee: I faw his heart in his face. Give me thy hand; b Be pilot to me, and thy places fhall Still neighbour mine: My ships are ready, and Is for a precious creature: as she's rare, He is dishonour'd by a man which ever Profefs'd to him, why, his revenges must In that be made more bitter. Fear o'er-shades 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 a Be not uncertain ;]-Do not hesitate. other. [Exeunt. and thy places fhall ftill neighbour mine :]-we'll be ever near each Profes'd]-Friendly. C be my friend, and comfort the gracious queen, part of his theam, but nothing of bis ill-ta'en fufpicion !]-by removing me from danger, and comfort the queen, by removing the object of the king's jealousythe innocent queen, whofe charms are made the juft fubject of his converfation, but have unjustly excited his fufpicion. avoid.]-retire, withdraw ourselves.. ACT ACT II. SCENE I. The Palace. Enter Hermione, Mamillius, and Ladies. Her. Take the boy to you; he fo 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 ftill.-I love you better. 2 Lady. And why fo, my lord? Mam. Not for because Your brows are blacker; yet black brows, they say, Too much hair there, but in a femicircle, 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. f Mam. Nay, that's a mock: I have seen a lady's nofe That has been blue, but not her eye-brows. 1 Lady. Hark ye: The queen, your mother, rounds apace: we fhall One of these days; and then you'd wanton with us, 2 Lady. She is fpread of late f a mock:]-a fib. Into a goodly bulk; Good time encounter her! Her. What wisdom ftirs amongst you? Come, fir, now I am for you again: Pray you, fit by us, And tell us a tale. Mam. Merry, or fad, fhall it be? Her. As merry as you will. g Mam. A fad tale's best for winter: I have one of sprights and goblins. Her. Let's have that, good fir. Come on, fit down :-Come on, and do your best To fright me with your sprights; you're powerful at it. Mam. There was a man, Her. Nay, come, fit down; then on. Mam. Dwelt by a church-yard;-I will tell it foftly; Yon crickets fhall not hear it. h Her. Come on then, And give't me in mine ear. Enter Leontes, Antigonus, Lords, and others. Leo. Was he met there? his train? Camillo with him? Lord. Behind the tuft of pines I met them; never Saw I men scour fo on their way: I ey'd them Even to their fhips. Leo. How bleft am I In my just cenfure? in my true opinion ?— The abhor'd ingredient to his eye, make known play. A fad tale's best for winter :]-Hence probably the title of this h crickets]-pratlers. Alack, for]-Oh that I had. cenfure?]-judgment. How |