MAMILLIUS.A sad Tale’s best for Winter:I have one of Sprights, and Goblins.HERMIONE.Let’s have that (good Sir.)Come-on, sit down, come-on, and do your best,To fright me with your Sprights: you’re powerful at it.MAMILLIUS.There was a man.HERMIONE.Nay, come sit down: then on.MAMILLIUS.Dwelt by a Church-yard: I will tell it softly,Yond Crickets shall not hear it.HERMIONE.Come on then, and give it me in mine ear.LEONTES.. . .
CAMILLO [to Leontes].My Lord, your Sorrow was too sore laid-on,Which sixteen Winters cannot blow away, . . .
MAMILLIUS.Dwelt by a Church-yard: I will tell it softly,Yond Crickets shall not hear it.
ST JAMES’S PALACE.Thou breedest crickets,I think, and that will serve for the anagram to a critic.
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