A room in LEONTES’ palace.
Enter HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS, and Ladies
Take the boy to you: he so troubles me,
‘Tis past enduring.
Come, my gracious lord,
Shall I be your playfellow?
5No, I’ll none of you.
Why, my sweet lord?
You’ll kiss me hard and speak to me as if
I were a baby still. I love you better.
And why so, my lord?
10Not 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.
15Who taught you this?
I learnt it out of women’s faces. Pray now
What colour are your eyebrows?
Blue, my lord.
Nay, that’s a mock: I have seen a lady’s nose
20That 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’ld wanton with us,
25If we would have you.