Profefs'd to him; why, his revenges muft 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 respect thee as a father, if Thou bear'ft my life off hence. Let us avoid. The keys of all the potterns: please your Highness, T ACT II. SCENE, The Palace. [Exeunt. Enter Hermione, Mamillius, and Ladies. HERMIONE. AKE the boy to you; he so troubles me, 1 Lady. Come, my gracious Lord. Shall I be your play fellow ? Mam. No, I'll none of you. 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, Become fome women beft; fo that there be not 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 nofe That has been blue, but not her eye-brows. 1 Lady. 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 spread of late Into a goodly bulk; (good time encounter her!) I am for now you again. Pray you fit by us, And tell's a tale. Mam Merry, or fad, fhall't be? Mam. A fad tale's best for winter, Come on, fit down. Come on, and do your best To fright me with your sprights: 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 fo on their way: I ey'd them Even to their ships. Leo. How blest am I In my juft cenfure! in my true opinion! Th' abhorr'd ingredient to his eye, make known fpider. Camillo was his help in this, his Pander: Lord. By his great authority, Which often hath no lefs prevail'd than so 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, sport? 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.) Thefe fhrugs, thefe hums, and ha's, Her. Should a villain fay fo, The most replenish'd villain in the world, He He were as much more villain: you, my lord, Leo. You have miftook, 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 prison: 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 shall hold the Person in a great meafure guilty, who shall dare to intercede for her: And this I believe, Shakespeare ventur'd to express thus: He who fball Speak for her, is far of guilty, &c. i. e. partakes far, deeply, of her Guilt. Commonly 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 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 Highness 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, Pleafe you t'accept it, that the Queen is spotless In this which you accuse her.) Ant. If it prove She's otherwife, I'll keep my ftables where 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, That |