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Profefs'd to him; why, his revenges must
In That be made more bitter. Fear o'er-fhades me: Good expedition be my friend, and comfort
The gracious Queen; part of his theam, but nothing Of his ill-ta'en fufpicion! Come, Camillo,
I will refpect thee as a father, if
Thou bear'ft my life off hence. Let us avoid.
Cam. It is in mine authority to command
The keys of all the potterns: pleafe your Highness,
AKE the boy to you; he fo troubles me,
1 Lady. Come, my gracious Lord.
Shall I be your play fellow ?
Mam. No, I'll none of you.
1 Lady. Why, my fweet Lord?
Mam. You'll kiss me hard, and fpeak to me as if I were a baby ftill; I love you better.
2 Lady. And why fo, my Lord ?
Mam. Not for because
Your brows are blacker; (yet black brows, they say,
Too much hair there, but in a femicircle,
Or a half-moon made with a pen.)
2 Lady. Who taught you this?
Mam. I learn'd it out of women's faces: pray now What colour be your eye-brows?
1 Lady. Blue, my Lord.
Mam. Nay, that's a mock: I've seen a lady's nose That has been blue, but not her eye-brows.
1 Lady. Hark ye,
The Queen, your mother, rounds apace: we shall
One of these days; and then you'll wanton with us,
2 Lady. She is fpread of late
Into a goodly bulk; (good time encounter her!)
I am for you again. Pray you fit by us,
Mam Merry, or fad, fhall't be?
Come on, fit down. Come on, and do
To fright me with your fprights: you're powerful at it. Mam. There was a man
Her. Nay, come fit down; then on.
Mam. Dwelt by a church-yard; - I will tell it foftly:
Yond crickets fhall not hear it.
Her. Come on then, and give't me in mine ear.
Enter Leontes, Antigonus, and Lords.
Leo. Was he met there? his train? Camille with him? Lord. Behind the tuft of pines I met them; never Saw I men fcowr so on their way: I ey'd them Even to their fhips.
Leo. How blest am I
In my juft cenfure! in my true opinion!
Th' abhorr'd ingredient to his eye, make known
Camillo was his help in this, his Pander:
Lord. By his great authority,
Which often hath no lefs prevail'd than fo
Leo. I know't too well.
Give me the boy; I'm glad, you did not nurse him: Though he does bear fome figns of me, yet you Have too much blood in him.
Her. What is this, fport?
Leo. Bear the boy hence, he shall not come about her; Away with him, and let her fport herself
With that she's big with: for 'tis Polixenes
Her. But I'd fay, he had not;
And, I'll be fworn, you would believe my saying,
Leo. You, my lords,
Look on her, mark her well; be but about
To fay, fhe is a goodly lady, and
The juftice of your hearts will thereto add,
'Tis pity, fhe's not honeft, honourable :
Praife her but for this her without-door form,
That mercy do's; for calumny will fear
Virtue it felf.) These fhrugs, thefe hums, and ha's,
Her. Should a villain fay fo,
The most replenish'd villain in the world,
He were as much more villain you, my lord,
Leo. You have mistook, my lady,
A federary with her; and one that knows
That Vulgars give bold'st titles; ay, and privy
Her. No, by my life,
Privy to none of this: how will this grieve you,
Leo. No, if I mistake
In these foundations which I build upon,
A fchool-boy's top. Away with her to prifon:
Her. There's fome ill planet reigns;
I must be patient, 'till the heavens look
With an aspect more favourable. Good my lords,
(6) He, who fhall Speak for ber, is far off guilty,
But that be fpeaks.] This cannot be the Speaker's Meaning. Leontes would fay, I fhall hold the Person in a great meaJure guilty, who shall dare to intercede for her: And this I believe, Shakespeare ventur'd to exprefs thus:
He who fball Speak for her, is far of guilty, &c.
i. e. partakes far, deeply, of her Guilt.
Commonly are,) the want of which vain dew,
Shall beft inftruct you, measure me; and fo
Leo. Shall I be heard!
Her. Who is't, that goes with me? 'befeech your Highnefs,
My women may be with me, for, you fee,
My plight requires it. Do not weep, good fools,
I truft, I fhall. My women,- come, you've leave.
[Exit Queen, guarded; and Ladies. Lord. 'Befeech your Highnefs call the Queen again. Ant. Be certain what you do, Sir, left your justice Prove violence; in the which three Great ones fuffer, Your felf, your Queen, your fon.
Lord. For her, my lord,
I dare my life lay down, and will do't, Sir,
Ant. If it prove
She's otherwife, I'll keep my ftables where
I lodge my wife, I'll go in couples with her :
For every inch of woman in the world,
Ay, every dram of woman's flesh is false,
If the be.
Leo. Hold your peaces.
Lord. Good my lord,
Ant. It is for you we speak, not for our felves: You are abus'd, and by fome putter-on,