...Come, sir, away.
Enter Hermione, Mamillius, and Ladies.
...’Tis past enduring.
FIRST LADY: Come, my gracious lord,
Shall I be your playfellow?
...none of you.
FIRST LADY: Why, my sweet lord?
...love you better.
SECOND LADY: And why so, my lord?
...with a pen.
SECOND LADY: Who taught this?
...are your eyebrows?
FIRST LADY: Blue, my lord.
...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’d wanton with us
If we would have you.
SECOND LADY: She is spread of late
Into a goodly bulk. Good time encounter her!
...thee swell thus.
A Lady exits with Mamillius.
...our bidding. Hence!
Hermione exits, under guard, with her Ladies.
...here in court.
Enter Hermione, as to her trial, Paulina, and Ladies.
...To these sorrows.