Her.
Take the boy to you: he so troubles me,
'Tis past enduring.

First Lady.
Come, my gracious lord,
Shall I be your playfellow?

Mam.
No, I'll none of you.

First 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.

Sec. Lady.
And why so, my lord ^note? ^note

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 ^note,
Or ^note a half-moon made with a pen.

Sec. Lady.
Who taught you this ^note?

Mam.
I learn d it out of women's faces. Pray now
What colour are ^note your eyebrows?

First Lady.
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
Present our services to a fine new prince
One of these days; and then you'ld ^note wanton with us,
If we would have you.

Sec. 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 ^note be?

Her.
As merry as you will.

Mam.
A sad tale's best for winter: I have one
Of sprites ^note and goblins ^{note note}.

Her.
Let's have that, good sir ^note.
Come on, sit down: come on, and do your best
To fright me with your sprites ^note; you're powerful at it.

Mam.
There was a man—

Her.
Nay, come, sit down; then on.

Mam.
Dwelt by a churchyard: I will tell it softly;
Yond ^note crickets shall not hear it.

Her.
Come on, then,
And give't ^note me in mine ear ^note.

Enter ^note Leontes, with Antigonus, Lords, and others. ^note

Leon.
Was he met there? his train? Camillo with him?

First Lord. ^note
Behind the tuft of pines I met them; never
Saw I men scour so on their way: I eyed them
Even ^note to their ships.

Leon.
How blest ^note am I
In my just censure, in my true opinion!
Alack, for lesser knowledge! how accursed
In being so blest! There may be in the cup
A spider steep'd, and one may drink, depart ^note
And yet partake no venom; for his knowledge
Is not infected: but if one present
The abhorr'd ingredient to his eye, make known
How he hath drunk, he cracks his gorge, his sides,
With violent hefts. I have drunk, and seen the spider.
Camillo was his help in this, his pander:
There is a plot against my life, my crown;
All's true that is mistrusted: that false villain
Whom I employ'd was pre-employ'd by him:
He has ^note discover'd my design, and I
Remain a pinch'd ^note thing; yea, a very trick
For them to play at will. How came the posterns
So easily open?

First Lord.
By his great authority;
Which often hath no less prevail'd than so ^note
On your command ^note.

Leon.
I know't too well. ^note
Give me the boy: I am ^note glad you did not nurse him:
Though he does bear some signs of me, yet you

Have too much blood in him.

Her.
What is this? sport?

Leon.
Bear the boy hence; he shall not come about her;
Away with him! and let her sport herself ^note
With that she's big with; for 'tis Polixenes
Has made thee swell thus.

Her.
But I'ld ^note say he had not,
And I'll be sworn you would believe my saying,
Howe'er you lean to the nayward.

Leon.
You, my lords,
Look on her, mark her well; be but about
To say ‘she is a goodly lady,’ and
The justice of your hearts will thereto add
‘'Tis pity she's not honest, honourable ^note:’
Praise her but for this her without-door form,
Which on my faith deserves high speech, and straight
The shrug, the hum or ha, these petty brands
That calumny doth use; O, I am out,
That mercy does ^note, for calumny will sear ^note
Virtue itself: these shrugs, these hums and ha's,
When you have said ‘she's goodly,’ come between
Ere you can say ‘she's honest:’ but be't ^note known,
From him that has most cause to grieve it should be,
She's an adulteress.

Her.
Should a villain say so,
The most replenish'd villain in the world,
He were as much more villain: you, my lord,
Do but mistake.

Leon.
You have mistook, my lady,
Polixenes for Leontes: O thou thing!
Which I'll not call a creature of thy place,
Lest ^note barbarism, making me the precedent,

Should a like language use to all degrees
And mannerly distinguishment leave out
Betwixt the prince and beggar: I have said
She's an adulteress; I have said with whom:
More, she's a traitor and Camillo is
A federary ^note with her; and one ^note that knows,
What she should shame ^note to know herself ^note
But with her most vile ^note principal ^note, that she's
A bed-swerver ^{note note}, even ^note as bad as those
That vulgars ^note give bold'st ^note titles; ay, and privy
To this their late escape.

Her.
No, by my life,
Privy to none of this. How will this grieve you,
When you shall come to clearer knowledge, that
You thus have publish'd me! Gentle my lord,
You scarce can right me throughly then to ^note say
You did mistake.

Leon.
No ^note; if I mistake ^note
In those foundations which I build upon,
The centre is not big enough to bear
A school-boy's top. Away with her, to ^note prison!
He who shall speak for her is ^note afar off ^note guilty
But ^note that he speaks.

Her.
There's some ill planet reigns:
I must be patient till the heavens look
With an aspect more favourable ^note. Good my lords,
I am not prone to weeping, as our sex

Commonly are; the want of which vain dew
Perchance shall dry your pities: but I have
That honourable grief lodged here which burns
Worse than tears drown: beseech you all, my lords,
With thoughts so qualified as your charities
Shall best instruct you, measure me; and so ^note
The king's will be perform'd!

Leon.
Shall I be heard?

Her.
Who is't that goes with me? Beseech your highness,
My women may be with me; for you see
My plight requires it. Do not weep, good fools;
There is no cause: when you shall know your mistress
Has deserved prison, then abound in tears
As I come out: this action I now go on
Is for my better grace. Adieu, my lord:
I never wish'd to see you sorry; now
I trust I shall. My women, come; you have ^note leave.

Leon.
Go, do our bidding; hence! [Exit ^note Queen, guarded; with Ladies.

First Lord.
Beseech your highness, call the queen again.

Ant.
Be certain what you do, sir, lest ^note your justice
Prove violence; in the which three great ones suffer,
Yourself, your queen, your son.

First Lord.
For her, my lord,
I dare my life lay down and will do't, sir,
Please you to accept it, that the queen is spotless
I' the eyes of heaven and to you; I mean,
In this which you accuse her.

Ant.
If it prove
She's otherwise, I'll keep my stables ^note where
I lodge my wife; I'll go in couples with her;
Than ^note when I feel and see her no farther ^note trust her;

For every inch of woman in the world,
Ay, every dram of woman's flesh is false,
If she be.

Leon.
Hold your peaces.

First Lord.
Good my lord,—

Ant.
It is for you we speak, not for ourselves:
You are abused and by ^note some putter-on
That will be damn'd for't; would I knew the villain,
I would land-damn ^note him. ^note Be she honour-flaw'd,
I have three daughters; the eldest is eleven;
The second and the third, nine, and some five ^note;
If this prove true, they'll pay for't: by mine honour,
I'll geld 'em ^note all; fourteen they shall not see,
To bring false generations: they are co-heirs;
And I had rather glib ^note myself than they
Should not produce fair issue.

Leon.
Cease; no more.
You smell this business with a sense as cold
As is a dead man's nose: but I do ^note see't and feel't, ^note
As you feel doing thus; and see withal
The instruments that ^note feel.

Ant.
If it be so ^note,
We need no grave to bury honesty:
There's not a grain of it the face to sweeten
Of the whole dungy earth.

Leon.
What! lack I credit?

First Lord.
I had rather you did lack than I, my lord,

Upon this ground; and more it would content me
To have her ^note honour true than your suspicion,
Be blamed for't how you might.

Leon.
Why, what need we
Commune with you of ^note this, but ^note rather follow
Our forceful instigation? Our prerogative
Calls not your counsels, but our natural goodness
Imparts this; which if you, or stupified
Or seeming so in skill, cannot or will not
Relish a truth ^note like us, inform yourselves
We need no more of your advice: the matter,
The loss, the gain, the ordering on't, is all
Properly ^note ours.

Ant.
And I wish, my liege,
You had only in your silent judgement tried it,
Without more overture.

Leon.
How could that be?
Either thou art most ignorant by age,
Or thou wert born a fool. Camillo's flight,
Added to their familiarity,
Which was as gross as ever touch'd conjecture,
That lack'd ^note sight only, nought for approbation
But only seeing, all other circumstances
Made up to the deed,—doth push on this proceeding:
Yet, for a greater confirmation,
For in an act of this importance 'twere
Most piteous to be wild, I have ^note dispatch'd in post
To sacred Delphos, to Apollo's temple,
Cleomenes ^note and Dion ^note, whom you know
Of stuff'd sufficiency: now from the oracle
They will bring all; whose spiritual counsel had,
Shall stop or spur me ^note. Have I done well?

First Lord.
Well done, my lord.

Leon.
Though I am satisfied and need no more
Than what I know, yet shall the oracle
Give rest to the minds of others, such as he
Whose ignorant credulity will not
Come up to the truth. So have we ^note thought it good
From our free person she should be confined,
Lest ^note that the treachery of the two fled hence
Be left her to perform. Come, follow us;
We are to speak in public; for this business
Will raise us all.

Ant. [Aside ^note]
To laughter, as I take it,
If the good truth were known. [Exeunt. ^note

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