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SCENE I. A room in LEONTES' palace.

Enter HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS, and Ladies.

Her. Take the boy to you: he so troubles me, 'Tis past enduring.

First Lady.

Come, my gracious lord,

No, I'll none of you.

Shall I be your playfellow?


First 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.

Not for because

Sec. Lady. And why so, my lord?
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.

Sec. Lady.

Who taught you this?

Mam. I learnt it out of women's faces.


What colour are your eyebrows?

First Lady.


Blue, my lord.

Mam. Nay, that's a mock: I have seen a lady's


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


II. Who taught you this? Rowe's reading for F1 who taught


One of these days; and then you'ld wanton with


If we would have you.

Sec. 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.


Merry or sad shall 't be ?

Her. As merry as you will.

Mam. A sad tale's best for winter: I have one

Of sprites and goblins.


Let's have that, good 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


Nay, come, sit down; then on.

Mam. Dwelt by a churchyard: I will tell it

Yond crickets shall not hear it.



And give 't me in mine ear.



Come on, then,

Enter LEONTES, with ANTIGONUS, Lords, and


Leon. Was 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 eyed them
Even to their ships.


How blest am I

In my just censure, in my true opinion!

18. wanton, sport.

Alack, for lesser knowledge! how accursed
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 drunk, he cracks his gorge, his sides,
With violent hefts. I have drunk, and seen the

Camillo was his help in this, his pandar:

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;
For them to play at will.

So easily open?
First Lord.

yea, a very trick

How came the posterns

By his great authority;

Which often hath no less prevail'd than so

On your command.


I know 't too well.

Give me the boy: I am glad you did not nurse


Though he does bear some signs of me, yet you
Have too much blood in him.


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.



39. There may be in the cup,

The spider was held to be venomous, but with the reserve that ignorance was a charm against its infection.

But I'ld say he had not,

45. hefts, retchings.




50. He has discover'd, (Camillo) has betrayed.

51. pinch'd, tricked, outwitted. ib. trick, toy, plaything.

And I'll be sworn you would believe my saying,
Howe'er you lean to the nayward.

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

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 't known,
From him that has most cause to grieve it should


She's an adulteress.


Should a villain say so,

The most replenish'd villain in the world,
He were as much more villain: you, my lord,
Do but mistake.


You have mistook, my lady,

Polixenes for Leontes: O thou thing,

Which I'll not call a creature of thy place,
Lest barbarism, making me the precedent,
Should a like language use to all degrees
And mannerly distinguishment leave out
Betwixt the prince and beggar: I have said
She's an adulteress; I have said with whom :
More, she's a traitor and Camillo is

64. to the nayward, to denial.
71. brands, stigmas.
79. replenish'd, complete.



82. thou thing, which I'll not call, etc.; he will not call a queen by the bold title' she has deserved.

A federary with her, and one that knows
What she should shame to know herself
But with her most vile principal, that she's
A bed-swerver, even as bad as those
That vulgars give bold'st titles, ay, and privy
To this their late escape.


No, by my life,

Privy to none of this. How will this grieve you,
When you shall come to clearer knowledge, that
You thus have publish'd me! Gentle my lord,
You scarce can right me throughly then to say
You did mistake.

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In those foundations which I build upon,
The centre is not big enough to bear

A school-boy's top. Away with her! to prison !
He who shall speak for her is afar off guilty
But that he speaks.


There's some ill planet reigns:

I must be patient till the heavens look

With an aspect more favourable. Good my lords,
I am not prone to weeping, as our sex
Commonly are; the want of which vain dew
Perchance shall dry your pities: but I have
That honourable grief lodged here which burns
Worse than tears drown: beseech you all, my


With thoughts so qualified as your charities
Shall best instruct you, measure me; and so

The king's will be perform'd!


Shall I be heard?


Her. Who is 't that goes with me?

your highness,

My women may be with me; for you see

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