Camillo. 
I know not:  but I am sure ’tis safer to
Avoid what’s grown than question how ’tis born. 
If, therefore you dare trust my honesty,—­
That lies enclosed in this trunk, which you
Shall bear along impawn’d,—­away to-night. 
Your followers I will whisper to the business;
And will, by twos and threes, at several posterns,
Clear them o’ the city:  for myself, I’ll put
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.

Polixenes. 
                     I do believe thee;
I saw his heart in his face.  Give me thy hand;
Be pilot to me, and thy places shall
Still neighbour mine.  My ships are ready, and
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’ershades me;
Good expedition be my friend, and comfort
The gracious queen, part of this 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.

Camillo. 
It is in mine authority to command
The keys of all the posterns:  please your highness
To take the urgent hour:  come, sir, away.

[Exeunt.]

ACT II.

Scene I. Sicilia.  A Room in the Palace.

[Enter Hermione, Mamillius, and Ladies.]

Hermione. 
Take the boy to you:  he so troubles me,
’Tis past enduring.

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

Mamillius. 
                            No, I’ll none of you.

First lady. 
Why, my sweet lord?

Mamillius. 
You’ll kiss me hard, and speak to me as if
I were a baby still.—­[To Second Lady.] I love you better.

Second lady. 
And why so, my lord?

Mamillius. 
                     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.

Second lady. 
                     Who taught you this?

Mamillius. 
I learn’d it out of women’s faces.—­Pray now,
What colour are your eyebrows?

First lady. 
                               Blue, my lord.