Scene 1

...Come, sir, away.
Enter Hermione, Mamillius, and Ladies.

...’Tis past enduring.
Come, my gracious lord,
Shall I be your playfellow?

...none of you.
Why, my sweet lord?

...are your eyebrows?
Blue, my lord.

...not her eyebrows.
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.

...our bidding. Hence!
Hermione exits, under guard, with her Ladies.

Scene 2 in court.
Enter Hermione, as to her trial, Paulina, and Ladies.

...To these sorrows.
They exit.