To bear the matter thus; meer weakness, if

The cause were not in being- -part o' th' cause,
She, the adultrefs- -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: fay, 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.

LEO. How does the boy?

ATTEN. He took good rest to-night; 'tishop'd,
His fickness is discharg'd.

LEO. To fee his noblenefs!
Conceiving the dishonour of his mother,
He straight declin'd, droop'd, took it deeply;
Faften'd, and fix'd the fhame on't in himself;
Threw off his fpirit, his appetite, his sleep,
And downright languish'd. Leave me folely; go,

See how he fares.

[Exit Attendant,

Fy, fy, 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 ferve. For prefent vengeance,
Take it on her. Camillo and Polixenes

Laugh at me; make their pastime at my forrow;
They fhould not laugh, if I could reach them; nor
Shall fhe, within my power.

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,

More free than he is jealous.

ANT. That's enough.

ATTEN. [within.] Madam, he hath not slept to-night: Commanded, none fhould come at him.

PAUL. Not fo hot, good fir;

I come to bring him fleep. 'Tis such as you,
That creep like shadows by him, and do figh
At each his needlefs heavings; fuch as you,
Nourish the caufe of his awaking. I

Do come with words, as medicinal, as true;
Honest, as either; to purge him of that humour,
That preffes him from fleep.

LEO. What noise there, ho?

PAUL. No noife, my lord, but needful conference, About fome goffips for your highness.

LEO. How?

Away with that audacious lady.

Antigonus,

I charg'd thee, that the should not come about me;

I knew, fhe would.

ANT. I told her fo, my lord,

On your difpleafure's peril, and on mine,
She should not vifit you.

LEO. What? canft not rule her?

PAUL. from all difhonefty 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, who profefs
Myfelf your loyal servant, your physician,
Your most obedient counsellor: yet that dares
Lefs appear fo, in comforting your evils,
Than fuch as moft feems yours. I fay, I come
From your good queen?

LEO. Good queen ?

PAUL. Good queen, my lord.

Good queen, I fay, good queen;

And would by combat make her good, fo were I

A man the worst about you.

LEO. Force her hence,

PAUL. Let him, that makes but trifles of his eyes,
Firft 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's tis; commends it to your bleffing.

[Laying down the child.

A mankind witch! hence with her, out o'door:

A most intelligencing bawd!

PAUL. Not fo;

I am as ignorant in that, as you

In fo intit'ling me; and no lefs honest

Than you are mad; which is enough, I'll warrant,

As this world goes, to país for honest.

LEO. Traitors!

Will you not push her out? give her the bastard. [To Antig.

Thou dotard, thou art woman-tyr'd; unroofted

By thy dame Partlet here. Take up the bastard,

Unvenerable be thy hands, if thou

Tak'ft up the princefs, by that forced baseness

Which he has put upon't!

LEO. He dreads his wife!

PAUL. So, I would, you did: then 'twere paft all doubt,

You'd call your children yours.

LEO. A neft of traytors!

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,

His hopeful fon's, his babe's, betrays to flander,

Whose sting is sharper than the sword's; and will not
(For as the cafe now ftands, it is a curfe
He cannot be compell'd to't) once remove
The root of his opinion, which is rotten,
As ever oak or ftone 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 yours;

And might we lay th' old proverb to your charge,
So like you, 'tis the worfe. Behold, my lords,
Altho' the print be little, the whole matter

And copy of the father; eye, pofe, lip,

The trick of's frown, his forehead, nay, the valley,

The pretty dimples of his chin, and cheek, his fmiles,

The very mould and frame of hand, nail, finger.
And thou, good goddefs nature, which haft made it
So like to him that got it, if thou hast

The ordering of the mind too, 'mong'st all colours
No yellow in't; lest she suspect, as he does,
Her children not her husband's.

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
Hardly one fubject.

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 heretick that makes the fire,

Not the who burns in't. I'll not call you tyrant;

But this most cruel ufage of your queen

Not able to produce more accufation

Than your own weak-hing'd fancy, fomething favours

Of tyranny; and will ignoble make you,

Yea, fcandalous to the world.

LEO. On your allegiance,

Out of the chamber with her. Were I a tyrant,
Where were her life? fhe durft not call me fo,
If the 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, 'tis yours; Jove fend her
A better guiding fpirit!-What need these hands?-
You, that are thus fo tender o'er his follies,