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Free'd and infranchis'd ; not a party to
The anger of the King, nor guilty of,
If any be, the trespass of the Queen.
Gao. I do believe it.
Paul. Do not you fear; upon mine honour I Will stand 'twixt you and danger.
[Exeunt: SCENE IV. Changes to the palace. Enter Leontes, Antigonus, Lords, and other attendants.
Leo. Ner night, nor day, no rest; it is but weak-
To bear the matter thus: mere weakness, if
The cause were not in being : part o'th'cause,
She, the adult’ress; for the harlot-king
Is quite beyond mine arm; out of the blank
And level of my brain ; plot-proof; but she
I can hook to me : say that she were gone,
Given to the fire, a moiety of my rest
Might come to me again.' Who's there?
Enter an attendant.
Atten. My Lord.
Leó. How do's the boy?
Atten. He took good rest to-night; 'tis hop'
His sickness is discharge’d.
Leo. To see his nobleness !
Conceiving the dishonour of his mother,
He straight declin'd, droop'd, took it deeply ;
Fasten'd, and fix'd the Thame on’t in himself;
Threw off his fpirit, his appetite, his sleep,
And down-right languishid. Leave me folely; go,
See how he fares.-Fie, fię, no thought of him.
The very thought of my revenges
Recoil upon me ; in himself too mighty,
And in his parties, his alliance; let him be,
Until a time may serve.. For present vengeance,
Take it on her. Camillo and Polixenes
Laugh at me; make their pastime at my sorrow.
They should not laugh, if I could reach them; nor
Shall shie within my power.
SCENE V. Enter Paulina, with a child.
Lord. You must not enter.
Paul. Nay rather, good my Lords, be second to me.
Fear you his tyrannous paffion more, alas,
Than the Queen's life? a gracious innocent soul,
More free than he is jealous.
Ant. That's enough.
Atten. [within] Madam, he hath not'slept to-night;
None should come at him.
Paul. Not so hot, good Sir ;
I come to bring him sleep. 'Tis such as you,
That creep like shadows by him, and do figh
At each his needless heavings; such as you
Nourish the cause of his awaking. I
Do come with words, as medicinal as true,
Honest as either, to purge him of that humour,
That presses him from fleep.
Leo. What noise there, ho?
Paul. No noise, my Lord, but needful conference,
About some goslips for your Highness.
Away with that audacious lady. -Antigonus,
I charge'd thee, that she should not come about me ;
I knew she would.
Ant. I told her so, my Lord,
On your displeasure's peril and on mine,
She should not visit you.
Leo. What I can'ít not rule her?
Paul. From all dishonesty he can; in this,
(Unless he take the course that you have done,
Commit me, for committing honour), trust it,
He shall not rule me.
Ant. Lo-you now, you hear,
When she will take the rein, I let her run,
But she'll not stumble.
Paul. Good my Liege, I come
And I beseech you, hear me,
Myself your loyal servant, your physician,
Your molt obedient counsellor; yet that dares
Lefs appear fo, in comforting your evils,
Than such as most seem your's. I say, I come
From your good Queen.
Leo. Good Queen ?
Paul. Good Queen, my Lord,
Good Queen, I say, good Queen;
And would by combat make her good, fo were I
A man, on th' worst about you.
Leo. Force her hence.
Panl. 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 she is good, hath brought you forth a daughter, Here 'tis ; commends it to your blessing.
[Laying down the child. Leo. Out! A mankind witch! hence with her, out o'door : A most intelligencing bawd !
Paul. Not so ; I am as ignorant in that, as you In so intitling me; and no less honest 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. i
Thou dotard, thou art woman-tyr'd; unroosted :
By thy dame Partlet here. Take up the bastard,
Take't up, I say give’t to thy croan.
Paul. For ever
Unvenerable be thy hands, if thou
up the Princess, by that forced * baseness Which he has put upon't !
Len. He dreads his wife.
Paul. So I would you did: then 'twere past all
You'd call your children your's.
Leo. A nest 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
The facred honour of himself, his Queen's,
* Forced, for unnatural,
His hopeful fon's, his babe's, betrays to flander,
Whose iting is sharper than the sword's ; and will not
(For as the case now stands, it is a curse
He cannot be compellid to't) once remove
The root of his opinion, which is rotten,
As ever oak or stone was found.
Leo. A callat
Of boundless tongue, who late hath beat her husband,
And now baits me ! -This brat is none of mine ;
It is the issue of Polixenes.
Hence with it, and together with the dam,
Commit them to the fire.
Paul. It is your's;
And, might we lay th' old proverb to your charge,
So like you, 'tis the worse. Behold, my Lords,
Altho' the print be little, the whole matter
And copy of the father; eye, nose, lip,
The trick of's frown, his forehead, nay, the valley,
The pretty dimples of his chin, and cheek, his finiles,
mould and frame of hand, nail, finger.
And thou, good goddess Nature, which haft made it
So like to him that got it, if thou haft
The ordering of the mind too, 'mongst all colours
No yellow in't ; left she suspect, as he does,
Her children not her husband's.
Leo. A gross 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
Hardly one subject.
Leo. Once more, take her hence.
Paul. A most 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 she which burn's in't. I'll not call you tyrant,'
But this most cruel usage of your Queen
(Not able to produce more accusation
Than your own weak-hinge'd fancy) something favours
Of tyranny; and will ignoble make you,
Yea, scandalous to the world.
Leo. On your allegiance,
Out of the chamber with her. Were I a tyrant,
Where were her life ? she durft not call me so,
If she did know me one.
Away with her.
Paul. I pray you do not puth me, I'll be gone.
Look to your babe, my Lord, 'tis your's; Jove send her
A better guiding fpirit ! What need these hands?
You that are thus so tender o'er his follies,
Will never do him good, not one of you.
So, fo: farewel, we are gone.
S'C EN E VI.
Leo. Thou, traitor, haft set on thy wife to this.
My child ? away with’t. Even thou, thou that hast
A heart so tender o'er it, take it hence,
And see it instantly consum’d with fire;
Even thou, and none but thou. Take it up straight:
Within this hour bring me word it is done,
And by good testimony, or I'll feize thy life,
With what thou else call'st thine: if thou refuse,
And wilt encounter with my wrath, say so:
The bastard brains with these my proper hands
Shall I dash out: go take it to the fire,
For thou sett’st on thy wife.
Ant. I did not, Sir;
These Lords, my noble fellows, if they please,
Can clear me in’t.
Lord. We can; my royal Liege,
He is not guiltry of her coming hither.
Leo. You're lyars all.
Lords. 'Beseech your bigness, give us better eredit.
We've always truly serv'd you, and beseech you
So to esteem of us : and on our knees we beg,
(As recompense of our dear services
Past and to come), that you do change this purpose,
Which being so horrible, so bloody, must
Lead on to fome foul issue. We all kneel
Leo. I am a feather for each wind that blows:
Shall I live on, to see this baitard kneel,
And call me father? better burn it now,
Than curse it then. But be it; let it live :