He were as much more villain: you, my lord, Lea. You have mistook, my lady, A federary with her; and one that knows That Vulgars give bold'ft titles; ay, and privy Her. No, by my life, Privy to none of this: how will this grieve you, Leo. No, if I mistake In thefe foundations which I build upon, A school-boy's top. Away with her to prison: Her. There's fome ill planet reigns; I must be patient, 'till the heavens look (6) He, who shall speak for her, is far off guilty, But that he fpeaks.] This cannot be the Speaker's Meaning. Leontes would fay, I fhall hold the Perfon in a great meafure guilty, who fhall dare to intercede for her: And this, I believe, Shakespeare ventur'd to exprefs thus: He, who shall Speak for her, is far of guilty, &c. i. c. partakes far, deeply, of her Guilt. Commonly Commonly are,) the want of which vain dew, Leo. Shall I be heard? Her. Who is't, that goes with me? 'befeech your My women may be with me, for, you see, My plight requires it. Do not weep, good fools, As I come out; this action, I now go on, [Exit Queen, guarded; and Ladies. Lord. 'Beseech your Highnefs call the Queen again. Ant. Be certain what you do, Sir, left your juftice Prove violence; in the which three Great ones fuffer, Your felf, your Queen, your fon. Lord. For her, my lord, I dare my life lay down, and will do't, Sir, Ant. If it prove She's otherwise, I'll keep my ftables where Ay, every dram of woman's flesh is falfe, If the be. Leo. Hold your peaces. Lord. Good my lord, Ant. It is for you we fpeak, not for our felves: You are abus'd, and by fome putter-on, That That will be damn'd for't; 'would, I knew the villain, Leo. Ceafe; no more: You smell this business with a fenfe as cold Ant. If it be fo, We need no grave to bury honefty; Leo. What? lack I credit? Lord. I had rather you did lack than I, my lord, Upon this ground; and more it would content me To have her honour true, than your suspicion; Be blam'd for't, how you might. Leo. Why, what need we Commune with you of this? but rather follow Ant. And I wish, my Liege, You had only in your filent judgment`try'd it, Leo. How could that be? Either thou art moft ignorant by age, Or thou wert born a fool. Camillo's flight, (Which was as grofs as ever touch'd conjecture, That lack'd fight only; nought for approbation, But only feeing; all other circumftances Made up to th deed) doth pufh on this proceeding; Yet for a greater confirmation, (For, in an act of this importance, 'twere Moft piteous to be wild) I have dispatch'd in poft, Cleomines and Dion, whom you know Of fluff'd fufficiency: Now, from the oracle Lord. Well done, my Lord. Leo. Tho' I am fatisfy'd, and need no more Come up to th' truth. So have we thought it good Ant. To laughter, as I take it, Paul. SCENE changes to a Prifon. Enter Paulina, and a Gentleman. TH [Exeunt. HE keeper of the prison, call to him: Let him have knowledge who I am. Good lady, Re-enter Gentleman, with the Goaler. Gea. For a worthy lady, And one whom much I honour. Paul. Pray you then, Conduct me to the Queen. GoA. Goa. I may not, Madam; To the contrary I have express commandment. Paul. Here's ado to lock up honefty and honour from To put a-part these your attendants, Paul. I pray you now, call her : Goa. And, Madam, I must be present at your conference. Enter Emilia. I [Exeunt Gent. &c. Here's fuch ado to make no ftain a stain, Emil. As well, as one fo great and fo forlorn Emil. A daughter, and a goodly babe, I'm innocent as you. Paul. I dare be fworn: Thefe dangerous, unfafe lunes i'th' King! befhrew them, (7) He must be told on't, and he fhall; the office -] I have (7) Thefe dang'rous, unfafe Lunes 'th' King!no where, but in our Author, observ'd this Word adopted in our Tongue, to fignify, Frenzy, Lunacy. But it is a Mode of Expreffion with the French.Il y a de la lune (i. e. He has got the Moon in his Head; he is frantick.) Cotgrave. Lune. folie. Les femmes ont des lunes dans la tête, Richelet. VOL. III. M And |