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Leon. One seven-night longery sooth, to-morrow

you go yet?

Pol.
No longer stay.

Leon.

Never, but once.

Her. What! have I twice said wett? when was't Pol.

before ! Leon. We'll part the time between's then : and in 1 pr'ythee, tell me : Cram us with praise, and make us I'll no gainsaying.

(that As fat as tame things : One good deed, dying tonguePol.

Press me not, 'beseech you, so ; Slaughters a thousand, waiting upon that. (less, There is no tongue that moves, nose, none i'the Our praises are our wages : You may ride us, world,

With one soft kiss, a thousand furlongs, ere
So soon as yours, could wio me : so it should now, With spur we heat an acre. But to the goal;
Were there necessity in your request, although My last good was, to entreat his stay;
'Twere needful I denied it. My affairs

What was my first ! it has an elder sister,
Do even drag me homeward: which to hinder, Or I mistake you: 0, would her name were Grace !
Were, in your love, a whip to me; my stay, But once before I spoke to the purpose. When?
To you a charge, and trouble: to save both, Nay, let me have't; I long.
Farewell, our brother.

Leon.

Why, that was when Leon. Tongue-tied, our queen ? speak you. Three crabbed months had sour'd themselves to death,

Her. I had thoughi, sir, to have held my peace, until Ere I could make thee open thy wbite hand, You had drawn oaths from him, not to stay. You, sir, And clap thyself my love; then didst thou atter, Charge bin too coldly : Tell him, you are sure, I am yours for ever. All in Boheinia's weil: this satisfaction

Her.

It is Grace, indeed. The by-gone day proclaim'd; say this to him, Why, lo you now, I have spoke to the purpose twice : He's beat from his best ward.

The one for ever earu'd a royal husband; Leon.

Well said, Hermione. The other, for some while a friend. Her. To tell, he longs to see his son, were strong:

(Giving her Hand to Polixenes. But let him say so thea, and let him go;

Leon.

Too hot, too hot: [ Aside.
But let him swear so, and he shall not stay, To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods.
We'll thwack bim hence with distaffs. (ture I have iremor cordis on me; my heart dances ;
Yet of your royal presence (To Polixenes.) I'll adven. But not for joy,--not joy.-This entertainment
The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia

May a free face put on; derive a liberty
You take my lord, I'll give him my commission, From heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom,
To let him there a month, bebind the gest

And well become the agent : it may, I grant : Prefix'd for his parting : yet, good deed, Leontes, But to be paddling palms, and pinching fingers, I love thee not a jar o'the clock behind

As now they are ; and making practis'd smiles, What lady she her lord. You'll stay?

As in a looking-glass ;--and then to sigh, as 'twere Pol.

No, madam. The mort o'the deer; o, that is entertainment Her. Nay, but you will ?

My bosom likes not, nor my brows.-Mamillius, Pol.

I may not, verily. Art thou iny boy! Her. Verily!

Mam.

Ay, my good lord. You pat me off with limber vows: But I,

Leon.

I'fecks ! Though you wonld seek to upsphere the stars with Wby, that's my bawcock. What, hast smutch'd thy Should yet say, Sir, no going. Verily, [oaths,

nose ! You shall not go: a lady's verily is

They say, it's a copy out of mine. Come, captain, As potent as a lord's. Will

We must be neat ; not neat, but cleanly, captain : Foroe me to keep you as a prisoner,

And yet the steer, the heifer, and the calf, Not like a guest; so you shall pay your fees, (you? Are all call'd neat-Still virginalling When you depart, and save your thanks. How say

[Observing Polirenes and Hermione. My prisoner 1 or my guest ? by your dread verily, Upon his palm !-How now, you wanton calf! One of them you shall be.

Art thou my calf!
Pol.
Your guest, then, madam : Man.

Yes, if you will, my lord.
To be your prisoner, should import offending;

Leon. Thou want'st a rough pash, and the shoots Which is for me less easy to commit,

that I have, Than you to punish.

To be full like me : yet, they say, we are
Her

Not your gaoler then, Almost as like as eggs; women say so,
Bat your kind bostess. Coine, I'll question yon That will say any thing: But were they false
of my lord's tricks, and yours, when you were boys; As o'er-dyed blacks, as wind, as waters; false
You were pretty lordlings then.

As dice are to be wish'd, by one that fixes
Pol.

We were, fair queen, No bourn 'twixt his and mine ; yet were it true Two lads, that thought there was no more behind, To say this boy were like me.-Come, sir page, But such a day to-morrow as to-day,

Look me with your welkin eye: Sweet villain ! And to be boy eternal.

Most dear'st! my collop !-Can thy dain!--may't be? Her. Was not my lord the verier wag o'the two ? Affection ! thy intention stabs the centre : Pol. We were as twinn'a lambs, that did frisk Thou dost make possible, things not so held,

Communicat'st with dreams ;-How can this be ?)And bleat the one at the other : what we chang'd, With what's unreal thou coactive art, Was innocence for innocence; we knew not

And fellow'st nothing: Then, 'tis very credent, The doctrine of ill-doing. no, nor dream'd

Thou mayst co-join with something, and thou dost; That any did : Had we pursued that lise,

(And that beyond commission; and I find it,)
And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rear'd And that to the infection of my brains,
With stronger blood, we should bave answer'd heaven And hardening of my brows.
Boldly, Not guilty; the imposition clear's,

Pol.

What means Sicilia ! Hereditary ours.

Her. He something seems unsettled.
Her.
By this we gather,

Pol.

How, my lord ! You have tripp'd since.

What cheer? how is't with you, best brother!
Pol.
O my most sacred lady, Her.

You look,
Temptations bave since then been born to us : for As if you held a brow of much distraction :
In those unfledg'a days was my wife a girl ;

Are you mov'd, my lord ? Your precious self had then not cross'a the eyes

Leon.

No, in good earnest.of my young play-fellow.

How sometimes nature will betray its folly,
Her.
Grace to boot !

Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime of this make no conclusion ; lest you say,

To hard er bosoms! Looking on the lines Your queen and I are devils : Yet, go on;

of my boy's face, methoughts, I did recoil The offences we have made you do, we'll answer ; Twenty-three years; and saw myself unbreech'd, If you first sinn'd with us, and that with ns

In my green velvet coat; my dagger muzzled,
You did continue fault, and that you slipp'd not Lest it should bite its master, and so prove,
W
any but with us.

As ornaments oft do, too dangerous.
Leon
Is he won yet?

How like, methought, I then was to this kernel, Her. He'll stay, my lord.

This squash, this gentleman : --Mine honest friend, Leon.

At my request, he would not. Will you take eggs for money! Hermione, my dearest, thou never spok'st

Man. No, my lord, I'll fight. To better purpose.

Leon. You will! why, happy man be his dole!-Her. Never1

My brother,

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Are you so fond of your young prince, as we

Leon. To bide upon't ;-'Thou art not honest : or, Do seem to be of ours ?

If thou inclin'st that way, thou art a coward ;
Pol.
If at home, sir,

Which boxes hovesty behind, restraining
He's all my exercise, my minth, my matter : From course requir'd: Or else thou must be counted
Now my sworn friend, and then mine enemy: A servant, grafted in my serious trust,
My parasite, my soldier, statesman, all;

And therein negligent ; or else a fool, He makes a July's day short as December,

That seest a game play'd home, the rich stake drawn, And, with his varying childness, cures in me And tak'st it all for jest. Thoughts that would thick my blood.

Cam.

My gracious lord,
Leon.

So stands this squire ! may be negligent, foolish, and fearful;
Ofic'd with me: we two will walk, my lord, In every one of these no man is free.
And leave you to your graver steps. Hermione, But that bis negligence, his folly, fear,
How thon lor'st us, show in our brother's welcome; Amongst the infinite doings the world,
Let what is dear in Sicily, be cheap ;

Sometime puts forth : In your affairs, my lord,
Next to thyself, and my young rover, he's

If ever I were wilful-negligent, Apparent to my heart.

It was my folly, if industriously Her.

If you would seek us, I play'a the fool, it was my negligence,
We are yours i'the garden : Sball's attend you there? Not weighing well the end ; if ever fearful

Leon. To your own bents dispose you : you'll be to do a thing, where I the issue doubted,
Be you beneath the sky :-I am angling now, (found, Whereof the execution did cry out
Though you perceive me not bow I give line. Against the non-performance, 'twas a fear
Go to, go to! (Aside. Observing Polir. and Herm. Which oft affects the wisest: these, my lord,
How she holds up the neb, the bill to him!

Are such allow'd intirmities, that bonesty
And arms her with the boldness of a wife

Is never free of. But, 'beseech your grace,
To her allowing husband! Gone already ; [one.-Be plainer with me let me know my trespass
Inch-thick, knee-deep; o'er head and ears a fork'd By its own visage : if I then deny it,

(Exeunt Polixenes, Hermione, and Attendants. 'Tis none of mine. Go, play, boy, play ;--thy mother plays, and I

Leon.

Have not you seen, Camillo, Play too; but so disgrac'd a part, whose issue (But that's past doubt : you have ; or your eye-glass Will hiss me to my grave; contempt and clamour

Is thicker than a cuckold's horn ;) or heard Will be my knell.-Go, play, boy, play ;-There have (For, to a vision so apparent, rumour Or I am much deceiv'd, cuckolds ere now; (been, Cannot be mute,) or thought (for cogitation And many a man there is, even at this present Resides not in that man, that does not think it,) Now, while I speak this, holds his wife by the arm, My wife is slippery? litbou wilt confess, That little thinks she has been sluic'd in his absence, (Or else be impadently negative, And his pond fish'd by his next neighbour, by To have nor eyes, nor ears, nor thought,) then say, Sir Smile, his neighbour: nay, there's comfort in't, My wife's a hobbyhorse; deserves a namo Whiles other men have gates; and those gates open's, As rank as any flax-wench, that puts to As mine, against their will : Should all despair Before her troth plight : say it, and justify it. That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind Cam. I would not be a stander-by, to hear Would hang themselves. Physic for't there is none ; My sovereign mistress clouded so, without It is a bawdy planet, that will strike

My present vengeance taken: 'Shrew my heart, Where 'uis predominant; and 'tis powerful, think it, you never spoke what did become you less From east, west, north, and south Be it concluded, Than this : which to reiterate, were sin No barricado for a belly; know it;

As deep as that, though trae. It will let in and out the enemy,

Leon.

Is whispering nothing? With bag and baggage : many a thousand of us Is leaning cheek to cheek ? is meeting noses? Have the disease, and feel't not.-How now, boy? Kissing with inside lip stopping the career Mam. I ain like you, they say.

Of laughter with a sigh! (a note infallible Leon.

Why, that's some comfort.- of breaking honesty - horsing foot on foot! What! Camillo there!

Skulking in corners ? wishing clocks more swift! Cam. Ay, my good lord.

Hours, minutes ? noon, midnight! and all eyes blind Leon. Go play, Mamillius; thou'rt an honest with the pin and web, but theirs, theirs only,

[Exit Mamillius. That would unseen be wicked ? is this nothing! Camillo, this great sir will yet stay longer.

Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing ; Cam. You had much ado to make his anchor hold: The covering sky is nothing; Bohemia vothing; When you cast out, it still came home.

My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, Leon.

Didst note it? If this be nothing. Cam. He would not stay at your petitions ; made

Cam.

Good my lord, be car'd His business more material.

of this diseas'd opinion, and betimes ; Leon.

Didst perceive it! For 'tis most dangerous. They're here with me already; whispering, rounding,

Leon.

Say, it be ; 'tis true. Sicilia is a so-forth: "Tis far gone,

Cam. No, no, my lord When I shall gust it last.-How came't, Camillo,

Leon.

It is ; you lie ; you lie: That he did stay!

I say, thou liest, Camillo, and I hate thee; Cam.

At the good queen's entreaty. Pronounce thee a gross lout, a mindless slave; Leon. At the queen's, be't: good, should be perti- or else a hovering temporizer, that But so it is, it is not. Was this taken Cuent; Canst with thine eyes at once see good and evil, By any understanding pate but thine !

Inclining to them both: Were my wife's liver
For thy conceit is soaking, will draw in

Infected as her life, she would not live
More than the common blocks :-Not noted, is't, The running of one glass.
But of the finer natures? by some severals,

Сат.

Who does infect her! Of bead-piece extraordinary lower messes,

Leon. Why be, that wears her like her medal, Perohance, are to this business purblind : say. About his neck, Bohemia : Who--if I (hanging

Cam. Business, my lord ? I think, most understand Had servants true about me: that bare eyes
Bobemia stays here longer.

To see alike mine honour as their profits,
Leon.
Ha!

Their own particular thrists,--they would do that Cam.

Stays here longer. Which should undo more doing : Ay, and thou Leon. Ay, but why?

His cupbearer,--whom I from meaner form Cam. To satisfy your highness, and the entreaties Have bench'd, and rear'd to worship; who mayst see of our most gracious mistress.

Plainly, as heaven sees earth, and earth sees heaven, Leon.

Satisfy

How I am galled,-mightst bespice a cap,
The entreaties of your mistress satisfy !-- To give mine enemy a lasting wink;
Let that suffice. I have trusted thee, Camillo, Which draught to me were cordial.
With all the nearest thing to my heart, as well Cam

Sir, my lord, My chamber-counsels; wherein, priest-like, thou I could do this ; and that with no rasb potion, Hast cleans'd my bosom ; I from thee departed But with a ling’ring dram, that should not work Thy penitent reform'd: but we have been

Maliciously like poison : But I cannot Deceiv'd in thy integrity, deceir'd

Believe tbis crack to be in my dread mistress, la that which seems so.

So sovereignly being honourable. Cam.

Be it forbid, my lord ! I have lov'd thee,

man.

Leon.

Make't thy question, and go rot! | Is not this suit of mine,--that thou declare Dost think, I am so muddy, so upsettled,

What incidency thou dost gaess of harm To appoint myself in this vexation ? sully

Is creeping toward me; how far off, how near ; The purity and whiteness of my sheets,

Which way to be prevented, to be ;
Which to preserve is sleep; which, being spotted, If not, how best to bear it.
Is goads, thorns, nettles, tails of wasps ?

Cam.

Sir, I'll tell you ; Give scandal to the blood o'the prince my son,

Since I am charg'd in honour, and by him Who, I do think, is mine, and love as mine; That I think honourable: Therefore, mark my counsel; Witboat ripe moving to't Would I do this i Which must be even as swiftly follow'd, as Could man so bleuch!

I mean to utter it; or both yourself and me Cait.

I must believe you, sir; Cry, lost, and so good-night. I do, and will fetch off Bohemia for't.

Pol.

On, good Camillo. Provided, that when he's remov'd, your highness

Cam. I am appointed Him to murder you. Will take again your queen, as yours at first;

Pol. By whom, Camillo ! Even for your son's sake ; and, thereby, for sealing

Cam.

By the king. The injury of tongues, in courts and kingdoms

Pul.

For what? Known and allied to yours.

Cam. He thinks, nay, with all confidence be swears, Leon.

Thou dost ad vise me, As he had seen't, or been an instrument Even so as I mine own course have set down : To vice you to',--that you have touch'd his queen I'll give no blemish to her honour, none.

Forbiddenly. Cam. My lord,

Pol.

0, then my best blood tarn Go then ; and with a countenance clear

To an infected jelly; and my name
As friendship wears at feasts, keep with Bohemia, Be yok'd with his, that did betray the best!
And with your queen: I am his capbearer ;

Turn then my freshest reputation to
If from me he have wholesome beverage,

A savour, that may strike the du Hest nostril Account me not your servant.

Where I arrive, and my approach be shunnid, Leon.

This is all :

Nay, hated too, worse than the great'st infection Do't, and thou hast the one half of my heart; That e'er was heard, or read ! Do't not, thou split'st thine own.

Cam.

Swear his thought over Can.

I'll do't, my lord. By each particular star in heaven, and Leon. I will seem friendly, as thou hast ad vis'd By all their intiuences, you may as well me.

(Exit Forbid the sea for to obey the moon, Cam. O miserable lady!- But, for me,

As or, by oath, remove, or counsel, shake What case stand I ini i mast be the poisoner The fabric of his folly ; whose foundation Of good Polixenes: and my ground to do't

Is pil'd upon his faith, and will continue Is the obedience to a master ; one,

The standing of his body. Who, in rebellion with himself, will have

Pol.

How should this grow? All that are his, so too.-To do this deed,

Cam. I know not : but, I am sure, 'tis safer to Promotion follows: If I could find example

Avoid what's grown, than question how 'tis born. Of thousands, that had struck anointed kings,

If therefore you dare trust my honesty,And flourish'd after, I'd not do't : but since

That lies enclosed in this trunk, which you Nor brass, nor stone, nor parchment, bears not one, Shall bear along impawn'd,-away to-night. Let villuny itself forswear't. I must

Your followers I will whisper to the business ; Forsake the court: to do't, or no, is certain

And will, by twos, and threes, at several posterns, To me a break-neck. Happy star, reiga now! Clear them o'the city: For myself, I'll pat Here comes Bohemia.

My fortunes to your service, which are here

By this discovery lost. Be not uncertain ;
Enter Polixenes.

For, by the honour of my parents, I
Pol.

This is strange! methioks, Have utier'd truth : which if you seek to prove, My favour here begins to warp. Not speak - I dare not stand by; nor shall you be safer Good-day, Camillo

Than one condemn'd by the king's owu mouth, thereon Cam. Hail, most royal sir !

His execution sworn. Pol. What is tbe news i'the court!

Pol.

I do believe thee : Cam.

None rare, my lord. I saw his heart in his face. Give me thy hand; Pol. The king hath on him such a countenance, Be pilot to me, and thy places sball As be had lost some province, and a region,

Stili neighbour mine : My ships are ready, and Lov'd as he loves himself: even now I met him My people did expect my hence departure With customary compliment; when he,

Two days ago.--"This jealousy.
Wasting his eyes to the contrary, and falling

Is for a precious creature : as she's rare,
A lip of mach contempt, speeds from me ; and Must it be great ; and, as his person's mighty,
So leaves ine to consider what is breeding,

Must it be violent; and as he does conceive
That changes thas his manners.

He is dishonour'd by a man which ever Cam. I dare not know, my lord.

Profess'd to him, why, bis revenges must Pol. How ! dare not! do not. Do you know, and in that be made more bitter. Fear o'ershades me : Be intelligent to me! "Tis thereabouts ; (dare not Good expedition be my friend, and comfort For, to yourself, what you do know, you must; The gracious queen, part of his theme, but nothing, And cannot say, you dare not. Good Camillo, or bis ill-ta'en suspicion ! Come, Camillo ; Your chang'd complexions are to me a mirror I will respect thee as a father, if Which shows me mine chang'd too: for I must be Thou bear'st my life off hence : Let us avoid. A party in this alteratiun, finding

Cam. It is in mine authority, to command Myself thus alter'd with it.

The keys of all the posterns : Please your highness Cam.

There is a sickness To take the urgent boar: come, sir, away. [ Exeunt. Which puts some of us in distemper; but I cannot name the disease ; and it is caught of you that yet are well. Pol. How ! caught of me!

ACT II.
Make me not sighted like the basilisk:

SCENE I. The same.
I have look'd on thousands who have sped the better
By my regard, but kill'd none so. Camillo,

Enter Hermione, Mamillius, and Ladies.
As you are certainly a gentleman; thereto

Her. Take the boy to you: he so troubles me, Clerk-like, experienc'd, which no less adorns 'Tis past enduring. Our gentry, than our parents' noble names,

| Lady.

Come, my gracious lord,
In whose success we are gentle,-- beseech you, Shall I be your play-fellow?
If you know aught which does behove my knowledge Мат.

No, I'll none of you. Thereof to be inform'd, imprison it not

1 Lady. Why, my sweet lord ? In ignorant concealment.

Mam. 'You'll kiss me hard ; and speak to me as if Cam.

I may not answer. I were a baby still. I love you better. Pol. A sickness caught of me, and yet I well! 2 Lady. And why so, my good lord ? I must be answer'd.-Dost thou hear, Camillo,

Mam.

Not for because I coojure thee, by all the parts of man,

Your brows are blacker: yet black brows, they say, Which honour does acknowledge,-whereof the least Become some women best, so that there be not

Too much hair there, but in a semi-circle,

He were as much more villain : you, my lord, Or half-moon made with a pen.

Do but mistake. 2 Lady. Who taught you this! Leon.

You have mistook, my lady, Mun. I learn'd it out of women's faces.--Pray now Polixenes for Leontes : 0 thou thing, What colour are your eye-brows!

Which I'll not call a creature of thy place, 1 Lady,

Blae, my lord. Lest barbarism, making me the precedent, Mam. Nay, that's a mock: I bave seen a lady's nose Should a like language use to all degrees, That has been blue, but not her eye-brows.

And mannerly distinguishment leave out 2 Lady.

Hark ye: Betwixt the prince and beggar !- I have said,
The queen, your mother, rounds apace : we shall She's an adultress; I have said with whom :
Present our services to a fine new prince,

More, she's a traitor; and Camillo is
One of these days; and then you'd wanton with us, A federary with her; and one that knows
If we would have you.

What she should shame to know herself, 1 Lady.

She is spread of late But with her most viie principal, that she's Into a goodly bulk: Good time encounter her! A bed-swerver, even as bad as those Her.'What wisdom stirs amongst you! Come, That vulgars give bold titles; ay, and privy sir, now

To this their late escape. I am for you again : Pray you sit by us,

Her.

No, by my life, And tell's a tale.

Privy to none of this: How will this grieve you, Mam.

Merry, or sad, shall't be ! When you shall come to clearer knowledge, that Her. As merry as you will.

You thus have publish'd me! Gentle my lord, Man.

A sad tale's best for winter : You scarce can right me throughly then, to say I have one of sprites and goblins.

You did mistake. Her.

Let's have that, sir.

Leon.

No, no; if I mistake Come on, sit down :- Come on, and do your best In those foundations which I build upon, To fright me with your sprites: you're powerful at it. The centre is not big enough to bear Mam. There was a man,

A school-boy's top.-Away with her to prison : Her.

Nay, come, sit down; then on. He, who shall speak for her, is asar oft guilty, Mam. Dwelt by a church-yard ;-I will tell it softly; But that he speaks. Yon crickets shall not bear it.

Her.

There's some ill planet reigns : Her.

Come on then, I must be patient, till the heavens look Aud give't me in mine ear.

With an aspect more favourable.--Good my lords, Enter Leontes, Antigonus, Lords, and others.

I am not prone to weeping, as our sex

Commonly are ; the want of which vain dew, Leon. Was he met there? bis train 1 Camillo with Perchance, shall dry your pities: but I have him!

That honourable grief lodg'd here, which burns
1 Lord. Behind the tuft of pines I met them; never Worse than tears drown Beseech you all, my lords,
Saw I men scour so on their way: I ey'd them With thoughts so qualified as your charities
Even to their ships,

Shall best instruct you, measure me ;-and so
Leon.
How bless'd am I

The king's will be perform'a !
In my jast censure? in my true opinion!--

Leon.

Shall I be heard ? Alack, for lesser knowledge! How accurs'd,

[To the Guards. In being so blest !- There may be in the cap

Her. Who is't that goes with melBeseech your A spider steep'd, and one may drink; depart,

highness, And yet partake no venom ; for his knowledge My women may be with me ; for, you see, Is not infected : bat if one present

My plight requires it. Do not weep, good fools ; The abhorr'd ingredient to his eye, make known There is no cause : when you shall know, your misHow he bath drank, he cracks his gorge, his sides, Has deserv'd prison, then abound in tears,

(tress With violent hefts:- I have drank,and seen the spider, As I come out: this action, I now go on, Camillo was bis help in this, his pander :

Is for my better grace.--Adieu, my lord : There is a plot against my life, my crown;

I never wish'd to see you sorry; now, Ali's true that is mistrusted :---that false villain, I trust, I shall. --My women, come; you have leave. Whom I employ'd, was pre-employ'd by bim : Leon. Go, do our bidding; hence. He has discover'd my design, and I

(Exeunt Queen and Ladies. Remain a pinch'd thing: yea, a very trick

1 Lord. 'Beseech your highness, call the queen again. For them to play at will :- How came the posterns Ant. Be certain what yon do, sir ; lest your justice So easily open ?

Prove violence; in the which three great ones suffer, I Lori. By his great authority;

Yourself, your queen, your son. Which often hath no less prevail'd than so,

1 Lord.

For her, my lord,On your command.

I dare my life lay down, and will do'ı, sir,
Leon.
I know't too well.

Please you to accept it, that the queen is spotiess
Give me the boy; I am glad, you did not purse him : l'the eyes of heaven, and to you; I mean,
Though he does bear some signs of me, yet you In this which you accuse ber.
Have too much blood in him.

Ant.

If it prove Her.

What is this ? sport? Sbe's otherwise, I'll keep my stables where Leon. Bear the boy bence, he shall not come I lodge my wife ; I'll go in couples with her; about her:

Than when I feel, and see her, no further trust her; Away with him: and let her sport herself

For every inch of woman in the world,
With that she's big with; for 'tis Polixenes Ay, every dram of woman's flesh, is false,
Has made thee swell thus.

If she be
Her.
Bat I'd say, he had not, Leon.

Hold your peaces
And, I'll be sworn you would believe my saying, 1 Lord.

Good my lord, Howe'er you lean to the nayward.

Ant. It is for you we speak, not for ourselves : Leon.

You, my lords, You are abus'd, and by some putter-on, Look on her, mark her well; be but about

That will be damu'd fort; 'would I knew the villain, To say, she is a goodly lady, and

I would land-damn him: Be she honour-flaw'd,The justice of your hearts will thereto add,

I have three daughters; the eldest is eleven ; 'Tis pity she's not honest, honourable :

The second, and the third, pine, and some five; Praise her but for this her without-door form, If this prove true, they'll pay fort: by mine honour, (Which, on my faith, deserves high speech,) and I'll geld them all; fourteen they shall not see, straight

To bring false generations : they are co-heirs;
The shrug, the hum, or ha; these petty brands, And I had rather glib myself, than they
That calumny doth use:-0, I am out,

Should not produce fair issue,
That mercy does; for calumny will sear

Cease; no more, Virtue itself:---these shrugs, these hums, and ha's, You smell this business with a sense as cold When you have said, she's goodly, come between, As is a dead man's nose : I see't, and feel't, Ere you can say she's honest : But be it known, As you feel doing thus ; and see withal From him that has most cause to grieve it should be, The instruments that feel. She's an adultress.

Ant.

If it be so,
Her.
Shoald A villain say so,

We need no grave to bury honesty ;
The most replenish'd villain in the world,

There's not a grain of it, the face to sweeten

Leon.

Leon.

of the whole dangy earth.

I am innocent as you.
What! lack J credit! Paul

I dare be sworn, 1 Lord. I had rather you did lack, than I, my lord, These dangerous unsafe lunes o'the king! beshrew Upon this ground : and more it would content me

them! To have her honour true, than your suspicion ;

He must be told on't, and he shall: the office Be blam'd for't how you mighi.

Becomes a woman best ; I'll take't upon me : Leon.

Why, what need we If I prove honey-mouth'd, let my tongue blister; Commune with you of this ! but rather follow And never to my red-look'd anger be Our forceful instigation. Our prerogative

The trumpet any more :- Pray you, Emilia, Calls not your counsels; but our natural goodness Commend my best obedience to the queen ; Imparts this: which,-if you (or stupified,

If she dares trust me with her little babe, Or seeming so in skill,) cannot, or will not,

I'll show't the king, and undertake to be Relish as truth, like us; inforın yourselves,

Her advocate to th' loudest: We do not know We need no more of your advice: the matter,

How he may soften at the sight of the child ; The loss, the gain, the ordering on't, is all

The silence often of pure innocence
Properly ours.

Persuades, when speaking fails.
Ant.
And I wish, my liege,

Emil.

Most worthy madam, You had only in your silent judgment tried it, Your honour, and your goodness, is so evident, Without more overture.

That your free undertaking cannot miss
Leon
How could that be?

A thriving issue : there is no lady living,
Either thou art most ignorant by age,

So meet for this great errand : Please your ladyship Or thou wert born a fool. Camillo's flight,

To visit the next room, I'll presently Added to their familiarity,

Acquaint the queen of your most noble offer ; (Which was as gross as ever touch'd conjecture, Who, but to-day, hammer'd of this design; That lack'd sight only, nought for approbation, Bat durst not tempt a minister of honour, But only seeing, all other circumstances

Lest she should be denied. Made up to the deed,) doth push on this proceeding: Paul.

Tell her, Emilia, Yet, for a greater contirmation,

I'll use that tongue I have: if wit flow from it, (For, in an act of this importance, 'twere

As boldness from my bosom, let it not be doubted Most piteous to be wild, I have despatch'd in post, I shall do good. To sacred Delphos, to Apollo's temple,

Emil.

Now be you blest for it! Cleomenes and Dion, whom you koow

I'll to the queen : Please yon, come something nearer. of staff'd sufficiency Now, from the oracle

Keep. Madam,if't please the queen to send the babe, They will bring all; whose spiritual counsel had, I know not what I shall incur, to pass it, Shall stop, or spar me. Have I done well!

Having no warrant. 1 Lord. Well done, my lord.

.

You need not fear it, sir: Leon. Though I am satisfied, and need no more The child was prisoner to the womb; and is, Than what I know, yet shall the oracle

By law and process of great nature, thence Give rest to the minds of others; such as he,

Free'd and enfranchis' not a party to Whose ignorant credulity will not

The anger of the king; nor guilty of, Come up to the truth: So have we thought it good, If any be, the trespass of the queen. From our free person she shonld be contined;

Keep. I do believe it. Lest that the treachery of the two, tled hence,

Paul

Do not you fear : apon Be left her to perform. Come, follow us;

Mine bonour, I will stand 'twixt you and danger. We are to speak in public : for this business

[Breunt. Will raise us all.

SCENE III. The same. Ant. [ Asisle. ] To laughter, as I take it,

A Room in the Palace. If the good truth were known.

(Exeunt. Enter Leontes, Antigonus, Lords, and other At

iendants. SCENE II. The same. The outer Room of a Prison.

Leon. Nor night, nor day,no rest: It is but weakness Enter Paulina and Attendants,

To bear the matter thus ; mere weakness, if Paul. The keeper of the prison.--call to him ;

The cause were not in being; --part o'the cause

[Exit an Attendant. She, the adultress ;--for the harlot king Let hiin bave knowledge who I am.

Good lady!

Is quite beyond mine arm, out of the blank No court in Europe is too good for thee,

And level of my brain, plot-proof; but she What dost thou then in prison !--Now, good sir,

I can book to me : Say, that she were gune,

Given to the fire, a moiety of my rest
Re-enter Attendant, with the Keeper.

Might come to me again. Who's there?
You know me, do you not!

1 Alten.

My lord ? Keep. For a worthy lady,

[Advancing And one whom much I honour.

Leon, How does the boy !
Paul.
Pray you, then, 1 Atlen.

He took good rest to-night; Conduct me to the queen.

"Tis hop'd, his sickness is discharg'd. Keep. I may not, madam ; to the contrary

Leon I have express commandment.

His nobleness ! Paul.

Here's ado,

Conceiving the dishonour of his mother, To lock up honesty and honour from

He straight declin'd, droop'd, took it deeply ; The access of gentle visitors! Is it lawful, Fasten'd and fix'd the shame on't in himself; Pray you, to see her women ? any of them!

Threw off his spirit, his appetite, his sleep, Emilia ?

And downright languish'u. --- Leave me solely :-go, Keep. So please you, madam, to put

See how he fares. [Exit Attend.)-Fie, tie! no Apart'these your attendants, I shall bring

thought of him ; Einilia forth?

The very thought of my revenges that way Paul. I pray now, call her.

Recoil upon me: in himself tos mighty; Withdraw yourselves.

[Exeunt Altend. And in his parties, his alliance, -Let him be, Keep. And, madam,

l'ntil a time may serve: for present vengeance, I must be present at your conference.

Take it on her. . Camillo and Polixenes Paul. Well, be it so, pr'ythee. [Exit Keeper. Laugh at me ; make their pastime at my sorrow : Here's such ado to make no stain a stain,

They should not laugh, if I could reach them; nor As passes colouring.

Shail she, within my power.
Re-enter Keeper, with Emilia.

Enter Paulina, with a Child.
Dear gentlewoman, how fares onr gracious lady? 1 Lord.

You must not enter. Emil. As well as one so great, and so forlorn, Paul. Nay, rather, good my lords, be second to me: May hold together: On her frights, and griefs, Fear you bis tyrannous passion more, alas, (Which never tender lady hath borne greater,) Than the queen's life! a gracious innocent soul; She is, something before her time, deliver'd.

More free, than he is jealous. Paul. A boy !

That's enough. Emil. A daughter; and a goodly babe, Atten. Madam, he hath not slept to-night; comLusty, and like to live the queen receives

None should come at him.

(manded Much comfort in't : says, My poor prisoner,

Paul.

Not so hot, good sir ;

To see,

Ant.

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