My fortunes to your service, which are here Have utter'd truth: which if you seek to prove, 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 Is for a precious creature: as she's rare, In that be made more bitter. Fear o'ershades me : 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 posterns: Please your highness To take the urgent hour: come, sir, away. [Exeunt. ACT II. 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? 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 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. 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, And tell 's a tale. Mam. Merry, or sad, shall't be? Her. As merry as you will. 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. 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 In Leon. How bless'd am I my just censure? in my true opinion ?2Alack, for lesser knowledge!3-How accurs'd, In being so blest!-There may be in the cup * In my just censure? in my true opinion?] Censure, in the time of our author, was generally used (as in this instance) for judgment, opinion. Alack, for lesser knowledge!] That is, O that my knowledge were less. A spider steep'd, and one may drink; depart, The abhorr'd ingredient to his eye, make known Camillo was his help in this, his pander :- 6 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 Her. What is this? sport? Leon. Bear the boy hence, he shall not come about her; Away with him and let her sport herself Her. But I'd say, he had not, 4 A spider steep'd,] Spiders were esteemed venomous. hefts: Hefts are heavings, what is heaved up. He has discover'd my design, and I Remain a pinch'd thing;] The sense, I think, is, He hath now discovered my design, and I am treated as a mere child's baby, a thing pinched out of clouts, a puppet for them to move and actuate as they please. HEATH. 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 The justice of your hearts will thereto add, Praise her but for this her without-door form, The shrug, the hum, or ha; these petty brands, That mercy does; for calumny will sear' Virtue itself:-these shrugs, these hums, and ha's, When you have said, she's goodly, come between, Ere you can say she's honest: But be it known, From him that has most cause to grieve it should be, She's an adultress. Her. Should a villain say so, The most replenish'd villain in the world, Do but mistake. Leon. You have mistook, my lady, Polixenes for Leontes: O thou thing, Which I'll not call a creature of thy place, 7 will sear ]i. e. will stigmatize or brand as infamous. A federary-] i. e. confederate. |