As, or by oath, remove, or counsel, shake Pol. How should this grow? Have uttered 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 neighbor 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; 1 "Is piled upon his faith;" this folly which is erected on the foundation of settled belief. 2 i. e. I will place thee in elevated rank, always near to my own in dignity, or near my person. 1 Of his ill-ta'en suspicion! Come, Camillo; Let us avoid. [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 playfellow ? 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 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 semicircle, Or half-moon made with a pen. 2 Lady. Who taught you this? Mam. I learned it out of women's faces.-Pray now What color are your eyebrows? 1 Johnson might well say, "I can make nothing of the following words: and comfort The gracious queen, part of his theme, but nothing Of his ill-ta'en suspicion.' He suspected the line which connected them to the rest to have been lost. 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 eyebrows. 2 Lady. Hark ye; The queen, your mother, rounds apace: we shall One of these days; and then you'd wanton with us, 1 Lady. Into a goodly bulk. She is spread of late 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. Her. As merry as you will. Merry, or sad, shall't be? A sad tale's best for winter. Let's have that, good sir. I have one of sprites and goblins. Her. To fright me with your sprites: you're powerful at it. Her. Nay, come, sit down; then on. Mam. Dwelt by a churchyard ;-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 eyed them Leon. How blessed am I in my true opinion! 1 i. e. judgment. 1 Alack, for lesser knowledge! How accursed, The abhorred ingredient to his eye; make known, How he hath drunk, he cracks his gorge, his sides With violent hefts.3-I have drunk, and seen the spider. Camillo was his help in this, his pander.— 4 Remain a pinched thing; yea, a very trick 1 Lord, By his great authority; Which often hath no less prevailed 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. Her. And, I'll be sworn, you would believe my saying, But I'd say, he had not, You, my lords, Howe'er you lean to the nayward. Leon. Look on her, mark her well; be but about 1 That is, O that my knowledge were less! 2 Spiders were esteemed poisonous in our author's time. 3 Hefts, heavings. 4 i. e. "a thing pinched out of clouts; a puppet for them to move and actuate as they please." To say, She is a goodly lady, and Praise her but for this her without-door form, (Which, on my faith, deserves high speech,) and straight The shrug, the hum, or ha: these petty brands, That calumny doth use ;-O, I am out; 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 adult'ress. Her. Should a villain say so, The most replenish villain in the world, He were as much more villain. You, my lord, Do but mistake. Leon. You have mistook, my lady, Polixenes for Leontes. O thou thing, A federary1 with her; and one that knows 2 But with her most vile principal, that she's That vulgars give bold'st titles; ay, and privy Her. No, by my life, Privy to none of this. How will this grieve you, 1 Federary, confederate, accomplice. 2 One that knows what she should be ashamed to know herself, even if the knowledge of it was shared but with her paramour. It is the use of but for be-out (only, according to Malone) that obscures the sense. |