16 with us, Mam. Nay, that's a mock. I bave seen a lady's nose That has been blue, but not her eyebrows. (1.) Lady. Hark ye; The Queen your mother rounds apace. We shall Present our services to a fine new prince One of these days; and then you'd wanton If we would have you. 2. Lady. She is spread of late Into a goodly bulk. Good time encounter her! Her. What wisdom stirs amongst you ? Come, sir, now Merry or sad shall 't be ? 20 one 25 30 Which often hath no less prevail'd than so I know't too well. him. Though he does bear some signs of me, yet you Have too much blood in him. Her. What is this? Sport? Leon. Bear the boy hence; he shall not come about her. Away with him! and let her sport herself With that she's big with; for 't is Polixenes Has made thee swell thus. Her. But I'd say he had not, And I'll be sworn you would believe my saying, Howe'er you lean to the nayward. Leon. You, my lords, Look on her, mark her well; be but about To say she is a goodly lady, and The justice of your hearts will thereto add 'Tis pity she's not honest, honourable. Praise her but for this her without-door form, Which on my faith deserves high speech, and straight The shrug, the hum or ha, these petty brands That calumny doth use – 0, I am out That mercy does, for calumny will sear Virtue itself ; these shrugs, these hums and has, When you have said she's goodly, come be tween Ere you can say she's honest: but be't known, From him that has most cause to grieve it should be, She's an adulteress. Her. Should a villain say so, The most replenish'd villain in the world, He were as much more villain : you, my lord, ** Do but mistake. Leon. You have mistook, my lady, Polixenes for Leontes. O thou thing! Which I'll not call a creature of thy place, Lest barbarism, making me the precedent, Should a like language use to all degrees, And mannerly distinguishment leave out Betwixt the prince and beggar. I have said She's an adulteress; I have said with whom ; More, she's a traitor, and Camillo is A fedary with her, and one that knows What she should shame to know herself But with her most vile principal, that she's A bed-swerver, even as bad as those That vulgars give bold'st titles ; ay, and privy To this their late escape. Her. No, by my life, Privy to none of this. How will this grieve you, When you shall come to clearer knowledge, that You thus have publish'd me! Gentle, my lord, You scarce can right me throughly then to say You did mistake. Leon. No; if I mistake In those foundations which I build upon, The centre is not big enough to bear A school-boy's top: Away with her, to prison ! He who shall speak for her is afar off guilty But that he speaks. a 35 Of sprites and goblins. Let's have that, good sir. Come on, sit down ; come on, and do your best To fright me with your sprites; you ’re power ful at it. Mam. There was a man — Her. Nay, come, sit down; then on. Mam. Dwelt by a churchyard. I will tell it softly; Yond crickets shall not hear it. Her. Come on, then, And give't me in mine ear. (Enter LEONTES, with ANTIGONUS, LORDS, and others.) Leon. Was he met there ? his train ? Camillo with him ? (1.] Lord. Behind the tuft of pines I met them ; never How blest am I known How he hath drunk, he cracks his gorge, his sides, With violent hefts. I have drunk, and seen the spider. Camillo was his help in this, his pander. There is a plot against my life, my crown. All 's true that is mistrusted. That false villain Whom I employ'd was pre-employd by him. He has discover'd my design, and I Remain a pinch'd thing; yea, a very trick For them to play at will. How came the posterns So easily open ? (1.] Lord. By his great authority: 60 106 If it be so, 165 my lord, me 116 ness 120 165 125 170 Her. There's some ill planet reigns ; I must be patient till the heavens look With an aspect more favourable. Good my lords, lords, Shall I be heard ? your Highness, My women may be with me; for you see My plight requires it. Do not weep, good fools ; There is no cause. When you shall know your mistress leave. (Exit Queen guarded, with Ladies.) [1.] Lord. Beseech your Highness, call the Queen again. justice Prove violence; in the which three great ones suffer, Yourself, your queen, your son. (1.) Lord. For her, my lord, I dare my life lay down and will do 't, sir, Please you to accept it, that the Queen is spot less If it prove Leon. Hold your peaces. Good my lord, selves. You are abus'd, and by some putter-on That will be damın'd for 't; would I knew the villain, honour, Cease ; no more. You smell this business with a sense as cold 151 As is a dead man's nose ; but I do see 't and feel 't, that feel. What! lack I credit ? Why, what need we Commune with you of this, but rather follow Our forceful instigation ? Our prerogative Calls not your counsels, but our natural goodImparts this; which if you, or stupefied Or seeming so in skill, cannot or will not Relish a truth like us, inform yourselves We need no more of your advice. The matter, The loss, the gain, the ord’ring on't, is all Properly ours. Ant. And I wish, my liege, You had only in your silent judgement tried it, Without more overture. Leon. How could that be ? Either thou art most ignorant by age, Or thou wert born a fool. Camillo's flight, Added to their familiarity, Which was as gross as ever touch'd conjec ture, That lack'd sight only, nought for approba tion But only seeing, all other circumstances Made up to the deed, doth push on this pro ceeding. Yet, for a greater confirmation, For in an act of this importance 't were Most piteous to be wild, I have dispatch'd in post To sacred Delphos, to Apollo's temple, Cleomenes and Dion, whom you know Of stuff'd sufficiency. Now from the oracle 185 They will bring all; whose spiritual counsel had, I shall stop or spur me. Have I done well ? (1.) Lord. Well done, my lord. Leon. Though I am satisfi'd and need no 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 confin'd, Lest that the treachery of the two fled hence 195 Be left her to perform. Come, follow us ; We are to speak in public, for this business Will raise us all. Ant. (Aside.) To laughter, as I take it, If the good truth were known. [Ereunt, 200 176 130 180 her; 140 more 190 146 do you not ? 5 nearer. 10 16 SCENE II. (Outer ward of a prison.) Enter Paulina, a Gentleman, and Attendants. Paul. The keeper of the prison, call to him; Let him have knowledge who I am, [Exit Gent.) Good lady, No court in Europe is too good for thee; What dost thou then in prison ? (Re-enter Gentleman, with the GAOLER.] Now, good sir, You know me, Gaol. For a worthy lady, And one who much I honour. Paul. Pray you then, Conduct me to the Queen. Gaol. I may not, madam. To the contrary I have express commandment. Paul. Here's ado, To lock up honesty and honour from The access of gentle visitors! Is 't lawful, pray you, Gaol. So please you, madam, I pray now, call her. Withdraw yourselves. (Exeunt Gentleman and attendants.] Gaol. And, madam, I must be present at your conference. Paul. Well, be 't so, prithee. (Exit Gaoler.] 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 for lorn May hold together. On her frights and griefs, Which never tender lady hath borne greater, She is something before her time deliver'd. Paul. A boy ? Emil. A daughter, and a goodly babe, Lusty and like to live. The Queen receives Much comfort in 't; says, “My poor prisoner, I am innocent as you." Paul. I dare be sworn. These dangerous unsafe lunes i' the King, be shrew them! He must be told on 't, and he shall. The office Becomes a woman best; I'll take 't upon me. If I prove honey-mouth'd, let my tongue blister And never to my red-look'd anger be The trumpet any more. Pray you, Emilia, Commend my best obedience to the Queen. If she dares trust me with her little babe, I'll show 't the King and undertake to be Her advocate to the loud'st. We do not know How he may soften at the sight o' the child. 40 The silence often of pure innocence Persuades when speaking fails. Emil. Most worthy madam, Your honour and your goodness is so evident That your free undertaking cannot miss A thriving issue. There is no lady living ship 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! the babe, You need not fear it, sir. Gaol. I do believe it. Paul. Do not you fear. Upon mine honour, I Will stand betwixt you and danger. (Ereunt, SCENE III. (A room in Leontes' palace.] Enter LEONTES, ANTIGONUS, LORDS, and SER VANTS. Leon. Nor night nor day no rest. It is but weakness To bear the matter thus; mere weakness. If The cause were not in being, - part of the cause, My lord ? Leon. How does the boy? (1.) Serv. He took good rest to-night: 'Tis hop'd his sickness is discharg'd. Leon. 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 shame on 't in himself, Threw off his spirit, his appetite, his sleep, And downright languish'd. Leave me solely ; go, See how he fares. (Exit Serv.) Fie, fie ! no thought of him ; The very thought of my revenges that way 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 theni, 20 26 11 30 16 38 70 31 tard ; 75 For ever 36 80 40 46 Enter PAULINA (with a babe). [1.] Lord. You must not enter. Puul. Nay, rather, good my lords, be second to me. Fear you his tyrannous passion more, alas, Than the Queen's life? A gracious innocent soul, More free than he is jealous. Ant. That's enough. (2.) Serv. Madam, he hath not slept to-night; commanded 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 sigh 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 sleep. Leon. What noise there, ho ? Paul. No noise, my lord; but needful con ference About some gossips for your Highness. Leon. How ! Away with that audacious lady! Antigonus, I charg'd thee that she should not come about me: I told her so, my lord, What, canst not rule her? La 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 ; Good Good queen, my lord, were I A man, the worst about you. Leon. 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 she is good, hath brought you forth a daughter ; Here 't is; commends it to your blessing. (Laying down the child.) Leon. 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 entitling me, and no less honest Than you are mad; which is enough, I 'll war rant, As this world goes, to pass for honest. Leon. Traitors! Will you not push her out? Give her the bas tard. Thou dotard ! thou art woman-tir'd, unroosted By thy dame Partlet here. Take up the basTake 't up, I say; give't to thy crone. Paul. Unvenerable be thy hands, if thou Tak'st up the Princess by that forced baseness Which he has put upon 't! Leon. He dreads his wife. Paul. So I would you did ; then 't were past all doubt You 'd call your children yours. Leon. 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 sacred honour of himself, his queen's, His hopeful son's, his babe's, betrays to slander, Whose sting is sharper than the sword's, and will not A callat 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 yours; And, might we lay the old proverb to your charge, So like you, 't is the worse. Behold, my lords, Although 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 smiles, The very mould and frame of hand, nail, finger; And thou, good goddess Nature, which hast made it So like to him that got it, if thou hast The ordering of the mind too, 'mongst all , colours A gross hag! Hang all the husbands That cannot do that feat, you 'll leave yourself Hardly one subject. Leon. Once more, take her hence. 90 51 25 queen! 100 60 105 65 109 115 120 12e 125 175 Paul. A most unworthy and unnatural lord Can do no more. Leon. I'll ha' thee burnt. Paul. I care not ; It is an heretic that makes the fire, Not she which burns in 't. I'll not call you tyrant; savours On your allegiance, Out of the chamber with her! Were I a tyrant, Where were her life? She durst not call me SO, If she did know me one. Away with her! Paul. I pray you, do not push me; I 'll be gone. Look to your babe, my lord ; 't is yours. Jove send her A better guiding spirit! What needs these hands? You, that are thus so tender o'er his follies, Will never do him good, not one of you. So, so; farewell; we are gone. [Exit. 130 Leon. Thou, traitor, hast set on thy wife to this. My child ? Away with 't! Even 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. Také it up straight. Within this hour bring me word 't is done, And by good testimony, or I 'll seize 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 set'st on thy wife. Ant. I did not, sir. These lords, my noble fellows, if they please, Can clear me in 't. Lords. We can. My royal liege, He is not guilty of her coming hither. Leon. You 're liars all. 1. Lord. Beseech your Highness, give us better credit. We have always truly serv'd you, and beseech 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 pur pose, Which being so horrible, so bloody, must Lead on to some foul issue. We all kneel. Leon. I am a feather for each wind that blows. Shall I live on to see this bastard kneel And call me father? Better burn it now Than curse it then. But be it; let it live. It shall not neither. Yon, sir, come you hither; You that have been so tenderly officious With Lady Margery, your midwife there, To save this bastard's life, - for 't is a bastard, So sure as this beard's gray, — what will you adventure To save this brat's life? Ant. Anything, my lord, That my ability may undergo And nobleness impose ; at least thus much: 14 I'll pawn the little blood which I have left To save the innocent. Anything possible. Leon. It shall be possible. Swear by this sword Thou wilt perform my bidding. Ant. I will, my lord. Leon. Mark and perform it; see'st thon? for the fail Of any point in 't shall not only be Death to thyself but to thy lewd-tongu'd wife, Whom for this time we pardon. We enjoin thee, As thou art liege-man to us, that thou carry This female bastard hence, and that thou bear it To some remote and desert place quite out Of our dominions, and that there thou leave it, Without more mercy, to it own protection And favour of the climate. As by strange fortune It came to us, I do in justice charge thee, On thy soul's peril and thy body's torture, That thou commend it strangely to some place Where chance may nurse or end it. Take it up. Ant. I swear to do this, though a present death Had been more merciful. Come on, poor babe. Some powerful spirit instruct the kites and To be thy nurses ! Wolves and bears, they say, Casting their savageness aside, have done Like offices of pity. Sir, be prosperous In more than this deed does require! And blessing Against this cruelty fight on thy side, Poor thing, condemn'd to loss ! (Erit (with the babe). Leon. No, I'll not rear Another's issue. Enter a SERVANT. Serv. Please your Highness, posts From those you sent to the oracle are come An hour since. Cleomenes and Dion, Being, well arriv'd from Delphos, are both landed, Hasting to the court. [1.] Lord. So please yon, sir, their speed Hath been beyond accompt. Leon. Twenty-three days They have been absent; 't is good speed ; fore tells The great Apollo suddenly will have The truth of this appear. Prepare you, lords ; Summon a session, that we may arraign Our most disloyal lady, for, as she hath Been publicly accus'd, so shall she have A just and open trial. While she lives My heart will be a burden to me. Leave me, And think upon my bidding. (Ereunt. 16 135 ravenis 199 141 145 195 180 200 165 180 |
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