Nay, that’s a mock: I have seen a lady’s nose
That has been blue, but not her eyebrows.
The queen your mother rounds apace. We shall
Present our services to a fine new prince
One of these days; and then you’d wanton with us,
If we would have you.
She is spread of late
Into a goodly bulk: good time encounter her!
What wisdom stirs amongst you? Come, sir, now
I am for you again: pray you sit by us,
And tell ’s a tale.
Merry or sad shall’t be?
As merry as you will.
A sad tale’s best for winter. I have one
Of sprites and goblins.
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.
There was a man,—
Nay, come, sit down: then on.
Dwelt by a churchyard:—I will tell it softly;
Yond crickets shall not hear it.
Come on then,
And give’t me in mine ear.
[Enter Leontes, Antigonus, Lords, and Guards.]
Was he met there? his train? Camillo with him?
Behind the tuft of pines I met them; never
Saw I men scour so on their way: I ey’d them
Even to their ships.
How bles’d am I
In my just censure, in my true opinion!—
Alack, for lesser knowledge!—How accurs’d
In being so blest!—There may be in the cup
A spider steep’d, and one may drink, depart,
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 discover’d my design, and I
Remain a pinch’d thing; yea, a very trick
For them to play at will.—How came the posterns
So easily open?
By his great authority;
Which often hath no less prevail’d than so,
On your command.
I know’t too well.—
Give me the boy:—I am glad you did not nurse him:
Though he does bear some signs of me, yet you
Have too much blood in him.