Without more overture. Leon. How could that be! Either thou art most ignorant by age, Or thou wert born a fool. Camillo's flight, Which was as gross as ever touched conjecture, Made up to the deed-doth push on this proceeding: For in an act of this importance 't were Most piteous to be wild-I have despatched in post, Of stuffed sufficiency. Now, from the oracle 1 Lord. Well done, my lord. Leon. Though I am satisfied, and need no more Than what I know, yet shall the oracle Give rest to the minds of others such as he Whose ignorant credulity will not Come up to the truth. So have we thought it good From our free person she should be confined, We are to speak in public; for this business Ant. [Aside.] To laughter, as I take it, [Exeunt. SCENE II.-The Same. The outer Room of a Prison. Enter PAULINA and Attendants. Paul. The keeper of the prison,-call to him; Let him have knowledge who I am.--Good lady! [Exit an Attendant. No court in Europe is too good for thee ! What dost thou then in prison ?— Conduct me to the queen. Gaoler. I may not, madam: to the contrary I have express commandment. Paul. Here's ado, To lock up honesty and honour from THE WINTER S TALE. The access of gentle visitors !--Is 't lawful, Pray you, to see her women? any of them? Gaoler. So please you, madam, To put apart these your attendants, I Shall bring Emilia forth. Paul. Withdraw yourselves. I pray now, call her.— [Exeunt Attendants. Gaoler. And, madam, I must be present at your conference. [Exit Gaoler. Paul. Well, le't so, pr'ythee. Here's such ado to make no stain a stain As passes colouring. Re-enter Gaoler, with EMILIA Dear gentlewoman, How fares our gracious lady? Emil. As well as one so great and so forlorn, May hold together. On her frights and griefsWhich never tender lady hath borne greaterShe is, something before her time, delivered. Paul. A boy? Emil. A daughter; and a goodly babe, Lusty, and like to live: the queen receives Paul. I dare be sworn:— These dangerous, unsafe lunes i' the king, beshrew them! He must be told on 't, and he shall the office The trumpet any more.-Pray you, Emilia, We do not know How he may soften at the sight o' the child; The silence often of pure innocence Persuades, when speaking fails. Emil. Most worthy madam, Your honour, and your goodness is so evident, A thriving issue: there is no lady living ship Please your lady To visit the next room, I'll presently Lest she should be deni 1 Paul. Tell her, Emilia, I'll use that tongue I have: if wit flow from 't, As boldness from my bosom, let 't not be doubted I shall do good. Emil. Now, be you blest for it! I'll to the queen.-Please you, come something nearer. Gaoler. Madam, if 't please the queen to send the babe, I know not what I shall incur to pass it, Having no warrant. Paul. You need not fear it, sir: The child was prisoner to the womb, and is, Gaoler. I do believe it. Paul. Do not you fear: upon mine honour, I Will stand betwixt you and danger. [Exeunt |