If you know aught which does behove my know ledge Thereof to be inform'd, imprison it not Cam. I may not answer. Pol. A sickness caught of me, and yet I well! Is not this suit of mine,-that thou declare Is creeping toward me; how far off, how near; If not, how best to bear it. Cam. Sir, I'll tell you; Since I am charg'd in honour, and by him counsel; Which must be even as swiftly follow'd, as Pol. Cam. Pol. By the king. For what? Cam. He thinks, nay, with all confidence he swears, As he had seen't, or been an instrument To vice2 you to't, that you have touch'd his queen Forbiddenly. Pol. O, then my best blood turn To an infected jelly; and my name A savour, that may strike the dullest nostril (1) i. e. I am the person appointed, &c. (2) Draw. Where I arrive; and my approach be shunn'd, Nay, hated too, worse than the great'st infection That e'er was heard, or read! Cam. Swear his thought over By each particular star in heaven, and By all their influences, you may as well Forbid the sea for to obey the moon, As or, by oath, remove, or counsel, shake The fabric of his folly; whose foundation Is pil'd upon his faith, and will continue The standing of his body. Pol. How should this grow? Have utter'd truth: which if you seek to prove, thereon 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, (1) Settled belief. Profess'd to him, why, his revenges must In that be made more bitter. Fear o'ershades me: Tnou bear'st my life off hence: Let us avoid. ACT II. SCENE I--The same. Enter Hermione, Ma millius, 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? 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. Mam. I learn'd it out of women's faces.-Pray now Who taught you this? Blue, my lord. What colour are your eye-brows? 1 Lady. 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? A sad tale's best for winter: Her. As merry as you will. I have one of sprites and goblins. Let's have that, sir. Her. Come on, sit down :-Come on, and do your best To fright me with your sprites: you're powerful at it. 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 Leon. How bless'd am I In my just censure?1 in my true opinion? — (1) Judgment. (2) O that my knowledge were less! In being so blest!-There niay be in the cup The abhorr'd ingredient to his eye, make known spider. : Camillo was his help in this, his pander : Remain a pinch'd thing :3 yea, a very trick 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 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. But I'd say, he had not, Her. 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 To say, she is a goodly lady, and (1) Spiders were esteemed poisonous in our author's time. (2) Heavings. (3) A thing pinched out of clouts, a puppet. |