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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. 1 Lady. Why, my sweet lord? Mam. You'll kiss me hard; and speak to me
I were a baby still.- I love
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 semicircle, Or half-moon made with a pen. 2 Lady.
Who taught you this? Mam. I learn'd it out of women's faces.-Pray
What colour are your eye-brows? i Lady.
Blue, my lord. Mam. Nay, that's a mock: I have seen a lady's
That has been blue, but not her eye-brows.
2 Lady. The queen, your mother, rounds apace: we shall
Present our services to a fine new prince,
She is spread of late
Merry, or sad, shall’t be?
A sad tale's best for winter:
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.
Come on then, And give't me in mine ear.
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 Even to their ships.
How bless'd am I In my just censure? in my true opinion?Alack, for lesser knowledge!-How accurs'd, In being so blest!-- There may be in the cup A spider steep'd, and one may drink; depart, And yet partake no venom; for his knowledge Is not infected: but if one present The abhorr'd ingredient to his eye, make known How he hath drank, he cracks his gorge, his sides, With violent hefts:--I have drank, and seen the
1 Lord. By his great authority;
I know't too well.-
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. But I'd say, he had not, And, I'll be sworn, you would believe my saying, Howe'er you lean to the nayword. 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, (Which, on my faith, deserves high speech,) and
straight The shrug, the hum, or ha; these petty brands, That calumny doth use:-0, 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,
Should a villain say so,
You have mistook, my lady,
More, she's a traitor; and Camillo is
No, by my life,
No, no; if I mistake
There's some ill planet reigns:
Shall I be heard? [To the guards.