Free'd and infranchis'd; not a party to Paul. Do not you fear; upon mine honour I SCENE [Exeunt. IV. Changes to the palace. Enter Leontes, Antigonus; Lords, and other attendants. [nefs Leo, Nor night, nor day, no reft ; --~--~~~- it is but weakTo bear the matter thus: mere weakness, if The cause were not in being: part o' th' cause, She, the adult'refs; for the harlot-king Is quite beyond mine arm; out of the blank And level of my brain; plot-proof; but the I can hook to me: fay that fhe were gone, Given to the fire, a moiety of my rest Might come to me again. Who's there? Enter an attendant. Atter. My Lord. Leo. How do's the boy? Atten. He took good rest to-night; 'tis hop'd His fickness is difcharge'd. Leo. To fee his nobleness! Conceiving the difhonour of his mother, Laugh at me; make their paftime at my forrow. SCENE SCENE V. Enter Paulina, with a child. Lord. You must not enter. Paul. Nay rather, good my Lords, be fecond to me. Fear you his tyrannous paffion more, alas, Than the Queen's life? a gracious innocent foul, Ant. That's enough. Atten. [within] Madam, he hath not flept to-night, commanded None should come at him. Paul. Not fo hot, good Sir; I come to bring him fleep. 'Tis fuch as you, Do come with words, as medicinal as true, Leo. What noise there, ho? Paul. No noife, my Lord, but needful conference, About fome goflips for your Highness. Leo. How? Away with that audacious lady.-Antigonus, I charge'd thee, that she should not come about me; I knew fhe would. Ant. I told her fo, my Lord, On your displeasure's peril and on mine, Leo. What? can't not rule her? Paul. From all dishonesty he can; in this, Ant. Lo-you now, you hear, When she will take the rein, I let her run, Paul. Good my Liege, I come And I beseech you, hear me, who profefs Than Than fuch as most seem your's. I fay, I come Leo. Good Queen? Paul. Good Queen, my Lord, Good Queen, I fay, good Queen; And would by combat make her good, fo were I Leo. Force her hence. Paul. Let him that makes but trifles of his eyes, First hand me: on mine own accord I'll off; But first I'll do my errand. The good Queen, For fhe is good, hath brought you forth a daughter, Here 'tis; commends it to your bleffing. Leo. Out! [Laying down the child. A mankind witch! hence with her, out o'door : Paul. Not fo; I am as ignorant in that, as you In fo intitling me; and no lefs honeft Than you are mad; which is enough, I'll warrant, As this world goes, to pass for honest. Leo. Traitors! Will you not push her out? give her the bastard. ¿ Paul. For ever Unvenerable be thy hands, if thou Take'ft up the Princefs, by that forced bafenefs Les. He dreads his wife. Paul. So I would you did: then 'twere paft all doubt, You'd call your children your's. Leo. A neft of traitors! Ant. I am none, by this good light. Paul. Nor I; nor any But one that's here; and that's himself. For he *Forced, for unnatural, His His hopeful fon's, his babe's, betrays to flander, Leo. A callat Of boundless tongue, who late hath beat her husband, Hence with it, and together with the dam, Paul. It is your's; ; And, might we lay th' old proverb to your charge, The ordering of the mind too, 'mongst all colours Leo. A grofs hag! And, lozel, thou art worthy to be hang'd, That wilt not stay her tongue. Ant. Hang all the husbands That cannot do that feat, you'll leave yourself Leo. Once more, take her hence. Paul. A moft unworthy and unnatural Lord Can do no more. Leo. I'll ha' thee burnt, Paul. I care not; It is an heretic that makes the fire, Not the which burn's in't. I'll not call you tyrant,' But this moft cruel ufage of your Queen (Not able to produce more accufation Than your own weak-hinge'd fancy) fomething favours Of tyranny; and will ignoble make you, Yea, Yea, fcandalous to the world. Leo. On your allegiance, Out of the chamber with her. Were I a tyrant, Paul. I pray you do not push me, I'll be gone. SCENE VI. [Exit, Leo. Thou, traitor, haft set on thy wife to this. My child? away with't. Even thou, thou that haft A heart fo tender o'er it, take it hence, And see it inftantly confum'd with fire; Even thou, and none but thou. Take it up ftraight: Shall I dash out go take it to the fire, Ant. I did not, Sir; Thefe Lords, my noble fellows, if they please, Lord. We can; my royal Liege, He is not guilty of her coming hither. Leo. You're lyars all. Lords. 'Befeech your hignefs, give us better eredit. We've always truly ferv'd you, and befeech you So to esteem of us and on our knees we beg, (As recompenfe of our dear fervices Paft and to come), that you do change this purpose, Which being fo horrible, fo bloody, muft Lead on to fome foul iffue. We all kneel Leo. I am a feather for each wind that blows: Shall I live on, to fee this bastard kneel, Than curfe it then. But be it; let it live: |