FIRST LADY.
Blue, my lord.
MAMILLIUS.
Nay, that’s a mock. I have seen a lady’s nose
That has been blue, but 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!
HERMIONE.
What wisdom stirs amongst you? Come, sir, now
I am for you again. Pray you sit by us,
And tell ’s a tale.
MAMILLIUS.
Merry or sad shall’t be?
HERMIONE.
As merry as you will.
MAMILLIUS.
A sad tale’s best for winter. I have one
Of sprites and goblins.
HERMIONE.
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.
MAMILLIUS.
There was a man,—