_Mam._ 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, 10 Or a half-moon made with a pen. _Sec. Lady._ Who taught you this? _Mam._ I learn d it out of women's faces. Pray now What colour are your eyebrows? _First Lady._ Blue, my lord. _Mam._ Nay, that's a mock: I have seen a lady's nose That has been blue, but not her eyebrows. _First Lady._ Hark ye; 15 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, If we would have you. _Sec. Lady._ She is spread of late Into a goodly bulk: good time encounter her! 20 _Her._ What wisdom stirs amongst you? Come, sir, now I am for you again: pray you, sit by us, And tell's a tale. _Mam._ Merry or sad shall't be? _Her._ As merry as you will. _Mam._ A sad tale's best for winter: I have one 25 Of sprites and goblins. _Her._ 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. _Mam._ There was a man-- _Her._ Nay, come, sit down; then on. _Mam._ Dwelt by a churchyard: I will tell it softly; 30 Yond crickets shall not hear it. _Her._ Come on, then, And give't me in mine ear. _Enter_ LEONTES, _with_ ANTIGONUS, Lords, _and_ others. _Leon._ Was he met there? his train? Camillo with him? _First Lord._ Behind the tuft of pines I met them; never Saw I men scour so on their way: I eyed them 35 Even to their ships. _Leon._ How blest am I In my just censure, in my true opinion! Alack, for lesser knowledge! how accursed In being so blest! There may be in the cup A spider steep'd, and one may drink, depart, 40 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. 45 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 50 Remain a pinch'd thing; yea, a very trick For them to play at will. How came the posterns So easily open?