I will respect thee as a father, if Thou bear'ft my life off hence. Let us avoid. The keys of all the posterns: please your Highness, Come, Sir, away. [Exeunt. T ACT II. SCENE, the Palace. Enter Hermione, Mamillius, and Ladiet. HERMIONE, AKE the boy to you; he fo troubles me, 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 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 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 feen a Lady's nofé 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, 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 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 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? Camillo with him? Lord. Behind the tuft of pines I met them; never Saw I men scowr so on their way: I ey'd them Even to their ships. Leo. How bleft am I In my just cenfure! in my true opinion! Th' abhorr'd ingredient to his eye, make known For From them to play at will: how came the posterns Lord. By his great authority, Which often hath no less 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 fhall not come about her; Away with him, and let her fport herself With that fhe's big with: for 'tis Polixenes Has made thee fwell thus. 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 justice of your hearts will thereto add, 'Tis pity, fhe's not honeft, honourable: Praise her but for this her without-door form, (Which on my faith deferves high speech,) and ftraight Virtue itself.) Thefe fhrugs, thefe hums, and ha's, Ere you can fay fhe's honeft: but be't known, (From him, that has most cause to grieve it should be ;) She's an adultrefs. Her. Should a villain fay fo, The moft replenish'd villain in the world, He were as much more villain; you, my Lord, Leo. You have mistook, my Lady, Should Should a like language use to all degrees; A federary with her; and one that knows That vulgars give bold'ft 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 upɔn, 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, (8) He, robo fhall fpeak for her, is far off guilty, But that he speaks. This cannot be the Speaker's meaning. Leontes would fay, I fhall hold the pe fon in a great measure guilty, who shall dare to intercede for her: And this, I believe, Shakespeare ventur'd to express thus: He, who fhall Speak for her, is far of guilty, &c. i, e. partakes far, deeply of her git Leo. Leo. Shall I be heard?- [nefs, Her. Whois't, that goes with me? 'befeech your High. 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 juftice Prove violence; in the which three great ones fuffer, Yourfelf, 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 : Than when I feel, and fee her, no farther truft her; For every inch of woman in the world, Ay, every dram of woman's flesh is falfe, If the be. Leo. Hold your peaces. Lord. Good my Lord, Ant. It is for you we fpeak, not for ourselves: You are abus'd, and by fome putter on, That will be damn'd for't; 'would, I knew the villain, I would land-damn him: be fhe honour-flaw'd, I have three daughters; the eldest is eleven (9); (9) The I bave three daughters; the eldeft is eleven ; The fecond and the third, nine; and fons five; If this prove true, they'll pay for't.] The 2d folio edition led Mr. Rozve fit inadvertently to fix five fons upon Antigonus, more than the Poet ever defign'd him; and Mr. Pope ftumbled implicitly |