Pol. A Sickness caught of me, and yet I well? Which Honour do's acknowledge, whereof the least Cam. Sir, I will tell you, Since I am charg'd in Honour, and by him That I think honourable; therefore mark my Counsel, I mean to utter it; or both your felf and me, Pol. On, good Camillo? Cam. I am appointed to murder Pol. By whom, Camillo ? Cam. By the King. Pol. For what? you. Cam. He thinks, nay with all Confidence he swears, As he had feen't, or been an Inftrument To vice you to't, that you have toucht his Queen Pol. Oh then, my best Blood turn To an infected Gelly, and my Name A Savour, that may ftrike the dulleft Noftril Cam. Swear his Thought over By each particular Star in Heav'n, and Pol. How should this grow? Cam Cam. I know not; but I am fure 'tis fafer to Have utter'd Truth; which if you feek to prove, Pol. I do believe thee; I faw his Heart in's Face. Give me thy Hand; Still neighbour mine. My Ships are ready, and Is for a precious Creature; as the's rare, I will refpect thee as a Father, if Thou bear'ft my Life off hence. Let us avoid, The Keys of all the Pofterns: Please your Highness [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I. Her TA Enter Hermione, Mamillius, and Ladies. AKE the Boy to you; he fo troubles me, 1 Lady. Come, my gracious Lord, Shall I be your Play-fellow? Niam. No, I'll none of you. 1 Lady. Why, my fweet Lord? Mam. You'll kifs 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 becaufe Your Brows are blacker; yet black Brows, they fay, Or a Half-Moon made with a Pen. 2 Lady. Who taught you this? Mam. I learn'd it out of Womens Faces: Pray now, What Colour be your Eye-brows? 1 Lady. Blue, my Lord. Mam. Nay, that's a Mock: I have feen a Lady's Nose That has been blue, but not her Eye-brows. I Lady. Hark ye, The Queen, your Mother, rounds apace: We shall Prefent our Services to a fine new Prince One of thefe Days, and then you'll wanton with us, If we would have you. 2 Lady. She is fpread of late Into a goodly Bulk, good Time encounter her. Her. What Wifdom ftirs amongst you? Come, Sir, now I am for you again. Pray you fit by us, And rell's a Tale. Mam, Merry, or fad, fhal't be? Mam. A fad Tale's beft for Winter. I have one of Sprights and Goblins. Come 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 giv't me in mine Ear. Enter Leontes, Antigonus, and Lords. Lea. Was he met there? his Train? Camillo with him? Lord. Behind the Tuft of Pines I met them, never Saw I Men fcowr fo on their way: Iey'd them Even to their Ships. Leo. How bleft am I In my juft Cenfure? In my true Opinion? Th' abhorr'd Ingredient to his Eye, make known There is a Plot against my Life, my Crown; Lord. By his great Authority, Which often have no lefs prevail'd, than fo Leo. I know't too well. Give me the Boy, I am glad you did not nurfe him, 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 her felf With that she's big with, for 'tis Polixenes Her. But I'ld 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 The Juftice of your Hearts will thereto add, Praife her but for this her without-door Form, That Mercy do's, for Calumny will fear Virtue it felf, these Shrugs, these Hum's, and Ha's, Her. Should a Villain fay fo, The most replenish'd Villain in the World, Leo. You have miftook, my Lady, That Vulgar give bold'ft Titles; ay, and privy Her. No, by my Life, Privy to none of this: How will this grieve you, When |