Hermione.
Take the boy to you; he so troubles me,
'Tis past enduring.

1 Lady.
Come, my gracious Lord.
Shall I be your play-fellow?

Mam.
No, I'll none of you.

1 Lady.
Why, my sweet Lord?

Mam.
You'll kiss me hard, and speak to me as if
I were a baby still. I love you better.

2 Lady.
And why so, my Lord?

Mam.
Not for because
Your brows are blacker; (yet black brows, they say,
Become some women best; so that there be not
Too much hair there, but in a semicircle,
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 nose
That has been blue, but not her eye-brows.

1 Lady.
Hark ye,
The Queen, your mother, rounds apace: we shall
Present our services 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.
What wisdom stirs amongst you? come, Sir, now
I am for you again. Pray you sit by us,
And tell's a tale.

Mam.
Merry, or sad, shall't be?

Her.
As merry as you will.

Mam.
A sad tale's best for winter.
I have one of sprights and goblins.

Her.
Let's have that, good Sir.
Come on, sit 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 sit down; then on.

Mam.
Dwelt by a church-yard;—I will tell it softly:
Yond crickets shall not hear it.

Her.
Come on then, and give't me in mine ear.

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