Dismantle My Bed

From Mamillius, The Winter’s Tale

FIRST LADY:Shall I be your play-fellow?

MAMILLIUS: No, I’ll none of you.

FIRST LADY: Why, my sweet lord?

MAMILLIUS: You’ll kiss me hard, and speak to me as if I were a baby still. I love you better.

SECOND LADY: And why so, my lord?

MAMILLIUS: 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 semi circle
Or a half-moon, made with a pen).