Thereon his execution fworn. 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, In that be made more bitter. Fear o'er-fhades me: The gracious Queen's; 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. The keys of all the pofterns: pleafe your Highness, 9 Good expedition be my friend, fit to paraphrafe my correction, and comfort But The gracious Queen;-] how could this expedition comfort the Queen on the contrary it would increase her Hufband's fufpicion. We fhould read, and comfort The gracious Queen's ;i. e. be expedition my friend, and be comfort the Queen's friend. The Oxford Editor has thought and fo reads, A C T II. SCENE I. T The Palace: Enter Hermione, Mamillius, and Ladies. HERMIONE. 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 kifs me hard, and fpeak to me as if 'I were a baby still. 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 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 fhall Prefent our fervices to a fine new prince One of these days; and then you'll wanton with us, If we would have you. 2 Lady. She is spread of late Into a goodly bulk; good time encounter her! Her. Her. What wisdom 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 beft 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. SCENE II. 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: I ey'd them Even to their fhips. Leo. How bleft am I In my just cenfure! in my true opinion! Th' abhorr'd ingredient to his eye, make known Alack, for leffer knowledge-] That is, O that my knowledge were lefs. How How he hath drunk, he cracks his gorge, his fides With violent hefts-I have drunk, and feen the fpider. Camillo was his help in this, his Pander: There is a plot against my life, my crown; Lord. By his great authority, Which often hath no lefs prevail'd than fo Leo. I know too well. Give me the boy; [To Herm.] I'm glad, you did not nurfe him: Though he does bear fome figns of me, yet you Her. What is this, sport? Leo. Eear the boy hence, he fhall not come about her; Away with him, and let her fport herself With that he's big with: for it is Polixenes Her. But I'd fay, he had not; And, I'll be fworn, you would believe my faying, 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, He bath difcover'd my defign, and I Remain a pinch'd thing:Alluding to the fuperftition of 4 the vulgar, concerning those who were enchanted, and fastened to the fpot, by charms fuperior to their own. WARBURTON. (Which (Which on my faith deferves high speech), and ftraight That mercy does; for calumny will fear J Her. Should a villain fay fo, The most replenish'd villain in the world, Leo. You have mistook, my lady, Polixenes for Leontes. O thou thing, A federary with her; and one that knows Privy to none of this. How will this grieve you, Leo. No, if I mistake 3 3-if I mistake The center, &c.- -] That is, If the proofs which I can offer VOL. II. |