By my regard, but kill'd none fo: Camillo, Clerk-like experienc'd, (which no lefs adorns Cam. I may not answer. Pol. A fickness caught of me, and yet I well? Which honour doth acknowledge, whereof the leaft What incidency thou doft guess of harm Is creeping towards me; how far off, how near, Cam. Sir, I'll tell you, Since I am charg'd in honour, and by him That I think honourable; therefore mark my counfal, Which must be ev'n as fwiftly follow'd as I mean to utter it; or both yourself and me Cry loft, and fo good night. Pol. On, good Camillo. Cam. I am appointed, Sir, to murder you. Pol. By whom, Camillo ? Cam. By the King. Pol. For what? 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 jelly, and my name A favour, that may ftrike the dullest noftril Where I arrive; and my approach be fhun'd, Success here is to be understood in the fame fenfe as Succe Ton. Nay, Nay, hated too, worfe than the great'ft infection Cam. Swear this though over By each particular ftar in heaven, and As or by oath remove, or counsel fhake Pol. How fhould this grow? Cam. I know not; but I'm fure 'tis fafer to That lies inclofed in this trunk, which you 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 fhips are ready, and Is for a precious creature; as fhe's rare, Fear o'er-fhades me: Good expedition be my friend! Heav'n comfort Of his ill-ta'en fufpicion! Come, Camillo, Thou bear'ft my life off hence. Let us avoid. Her. The SCENE Continues. Enter Hermione, Mamillus, and Ladies. TA 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 speak to me as if I were a baby ftill; I love you better. 2 Lady. And why fo, pray, my Lord? Mam. Not for because Your brows are blacker; yet black brows, they say, Too much hair there, but in a femicircle, 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. Hark ye, The Queen, your mother, rounds apace: we shall Prefent our fervices to a fine new Prince One of thefe days, and then you'll wanton with us, 2 Lady. She is spread of late Into a goodly bulk, good time encounter her Her. What wifdom stirs amongst you? come, Sir, now I am for you again. Pray you fit by us, And tell's a tale. Mam. Mam. Merry, or fad, fhall't be? Her. As merry as you will. Mam. A fad tale's beft For winter. I have one of fprights and goblins. Come on, fit down. Come on, and do your best, 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 Her, Come on then, and give it 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 fcowr fo on their way: Iey'd them On even to their ships. Leo. How bleft am I In my juft cenfure! in my true opinion! T Th' abhorr'd ingredient to his eye, make known There is a plot against my life, my crown; Lord. By his great authority, Which hath prevailed oftentimes no lefs Than fo on your command. C3 Leo. I know't too well. Give me the boy, I'am glad you did not nurfe him: Her. What is this? fport? Leo. Bear the boy hence, he fhall not come about her, Away with him, and let her fport her felf With that he's big with: 'tis Polixenes Has made thee fwell thus. Her. I'd but 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 doth, (for calumny will fear Her. Should a villain fay fo, The most replenish'd villain in the world, Leo. You have mistook, my Lady, A |