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Profess'd to him, why, his revenges must |
In that be made more bitter. Fear o'ershades me. |
Good expedition be my friend, and comfort |
The gracious Queen, part of this theme, but nothing |
Of his ill-ta'en suspicion! Come, Camillo; |
I will respect thee as a father, if |
Thou bear'st my life off hence. Let us avoid. |
CAMILLO. 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 |
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ACT II. SCENE I. |
Sicilia. The palace of LEONTES |
Enter HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS, and LADIES |
HERMIONE. Take the boy to you; he so troubles me, |
'Tis past enduring. |
FIRST LADY. Come, my gracious lord, |
Shall I be your playfellow? |
MAMILLIUS. No, I'll none of you. |
FIRST LADY. Why, my sweet lord? |
MAMILLIUS. You'll kiss me hard, and speak to me as if |
I were a baby still. I love you better. |
SECOND LADY. And why so, my lord? |
MAMILLIUS. 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 a half-moon made with a pen. |
SECOND LADY. Who taught't this? |
MAMILLIUS. I learn'd it out of women's faces. Pray now, |
What colour are your eyebrows? |
FIRST LADY. Blue, my lord. |
MAMILLIUS. Nay, that's a mock. I have seen a lady's nose |
That has been blue, but not her eyebrows. |
FIRST 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. |
SECOND LADY. She is spread of late |
Into a goodly bulk. Good time encounter her! |
HERMIONE. What wisdom stirs amongst you? Come, sir, now |
I am for you again. Pray you sit by us, |
And tell's a tale. |
MAMILLIUS. Merry or sad shall't be? |
HERMIONE. As merry as you will. |
MAMILLIUS. A sad tale's best for winter. I have one |
Of sprites and goblins. |
HERMIONE. Let's have that, good sir. |
Come on, sit down; come on, and do your best |
To fright me with your sprites; you're pow'rfull at it. |
MAMILLIUS. There was a man- |
HERMIONE. Nay, come, sit down; then on. |
MAMILLIUS. Dwelt by a churchyard- I will tell it softly; |
Yond crickets shall not hear it. |
HERMIONE. Come on then, |
And give't me in mine ear. |
Enter LEONTES, ANTIGONUS, LORDS, and OTHERS |
LEONTES. he met there? his train? Camillo with him? |
FIRST 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. |
LEONTES. How blest 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 |
Th' abhorr'd ingredient to his eye, make known |
How he hath drunk, he cracks his gorge, his sides, |
With violent hefts. I have drunk, and seen the spider. |
Camillo was his help in this, his pander. |
There is a plot against my life, my crown; |
All's true that is mistrusted. That false villain |
Whom I employ'd was pre-employ'd by him; |
He has discover'd my design, and I |
Remain a pinch'd thing; yea, a very trick |
For them to play at will. How came the posterns |
So easily open? |
FIRST LORD. By his great authority; |
Which often hath no less prevail'd than so |
On your command. |
LEONTES. 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. |
HERMIONE. What is this? Sport? |
LEONTES. Bear the boy hence; he shall not come about her; |
Away with him; and let her sport herself |
[MAMILLIUS is led out] |
With that she's big with- for 'tis Polixenes |
Has made thee swell thus. |
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