My fortunes to your service, which are here By this discovery lost. Be not uncertain; For, by the honour of my parents, I

Have utter'd truth: which if you seek to

prove,

I dare not stand by; nor shall you be safer Than one condemn'd by the king's own mouth, thereon

His execution sworn.

Pol.

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.

and

My ships are ready,

My people did expect my hence departure Two days ago. This jealousy

Is for a precious creature as she's rare, Must it be great; and, as his person's mighty,

Must it be violent; and as he does conceive
He is dishonour'd by a man which ever
Profess'd to him, why, his revenges must
In that be made more bitter. Fear o'er-
shades me:

Good expedition be my friend, and comfort

The gracious queen, part of his theme, but

nothing

Of his ill-ta'en suspicion! Come, Camillo; I will respect thee as a father if

Thou bear'st my life off hence: let us avoid. Cam. It is in mine authority to com

mand

The keys of all the posterns: please your highness

To take the urgent hour. Come, sir, away.

[exeunt.

ACT II.

SCENE I. A room in LEONTES' palace.

Enter HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS, and Ladies.

Her. Take the boy to you: he so troubles

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?

Too much hair there, but in a semicircle,
Or a half-moon made with a pen.

Sec. Lady.

Who taught you this?

Mam. I learn'd it out of women's faces.

Pray now

What colour are 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 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 be?

Her. As merry as you will.

Mam. A sad tale's best for winter: I

have one

Of sprites and goblins.

Her.

Let's have that, good sir.

Come on, sit down: come on, and do your

best

To fright me with your sprites; you 're powerful at it.

Mam. There was a man

Leon. Was he met there? his train? Ca

millo with him?

First Lord. Behind the tuft of pines I

met them; never

Saw I men scour so on their way: I eyed them

Even to their ships.