Cam. Pol. What incidency thou dost guess of harm Is creeping toward me; how far off, how near; If not, how best to bear it. Sir, I will tell you; Since I am charged in honour and by him I mean to utter it, or both yourself and me On, good Camillo. Pol. By whom, Camillo ? Cam. Pol. By the king. For what? Cam. He thinks, nay, with all confidence he swears, Pol. 410 To vice you to 't, that you have touch'd his queen O then, my best blood turn To an infected jelly, and my name Be yoked with his that did betray the Best! A savour that may strike the dullest nostril 420 Cam. Pol. Nay, hated too, worse than the great'st infection Swear his thought over By each particular star in heaven and How should this grow? Cam. I know not: but I am sure 'tis safer to 430 Avoid what's grown than question how 'tis born. Have utter'd truth: which if you seek to prove, 440 That one condemn'd by the king's own mouth, thereon Pol. His execution sworn. I do believe thee: I saw his heart in 's face. Give me thy hand: Be pilot to me and thy places shall Still neighbour mine. My ships are ready, and Is for a precious creature as she's rare, 450 In that be made more bitter. Fear o'ershades me : Thou bear'st my life off hence: let us avoid. The keys of all the posterns: please your highness [Exeunt. Act Second. Scene I. A room in Leontes' palace. Enter Hermione, Mamillius, and Ladies. Her. Take the boy to you: he so troubles me, 'Tis past enduring. First Lady. Come, my gracious lord, Mam. Shall I be your playfellow ? No, I'll none of you. First Lady. Why, my sweet lord? Mam. You'll kiss me hard, and speak to me as if Mam. Not for because Your brows are blacker; yet black brows, they say, Too much hair there, but in a semicircle, Or a half-moon made with a pen. Sec. Lady. ΙΟ Who taught you this! Mam. I learn'd it out of women's faces. What colour are your eyebrows? First Lady. Pray now Blue, my lord. Mam. Nay, that's a mock: I have seen a lady's nose That has been blue, but not her eyebrows. First Lady. Hark ye; The queen your mother rounds apace: we shall you One of these days; and then 'ld wanton with us, Sec. Lady. She is spread of late Into a goodly bulk: good time encounter her! 20 Her. What wisdom stirs amongst you? Come, sir, now I am for you.again: pray you, sit by us, Mam. And tell's a tale. Merry or sad shall 't be? Her. As merry as you will. Mam. A sad tale's best for winter: I have one Her. Of sprites and goblins. Let's have that, good sir. at it. Mam. There was a man— Her. Nay, come, sit down; then on. Mam. Dwelt by a churchyard: I will tell it softly; 30 Yond crickets shall not hear it. Her. Come on, then, |