Leo. To fee his nobleness! Conceiving the dishonour of his mother, He ftraight declin'd, droop'd, took it deeply; Laugh at me; make their pastime at my forrow; S CENE 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 slept to night commanded, None fhould 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; * 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 displeasure's peril and on mine, Leo. What? can't not rule her? Paul. From all difhonefty he can; in this, (Unless he take the courfe that you have done, Commit me, for committing honour,) trust it, He fhall not rule me. 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 profess 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 A 3 Honeft, as either;]ie whofe fubject is the Queen's innocence: otherwife there would be a tautology. 4 And would by combat make her good, fo were 1 A man, the worst about you.] Paulina fuppofes the King's jealousy to be raised and inflamed by the courtiers about him; who, the finely fays, creep A man, on th' worst about you. 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 Than you are mad; which is enough, I'll warrant, Leo. Traitors! Will you not push her out? give her the baftard. Unvenerable be thy hands, if thou Take'ft up the Princefs, by that forced baseness Leo. He dreads his wife. creep like fhadows by him, and do figh At each his needlefs heavings: Surely then, she could not fay, that were the a man, the worst of thefe, he would vindicate her miftrefs's honour against the King's fufpicions, in fingle combat. Shakespear, I am perfuaded, wrote, i. e. were I a man, I would vindicate her honour, on the worst of thefe fycophants that are about you. 5---forced bafeness] forced for unnatural. Paul. So, I would, you did: then 'twere past 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 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 yours; And, might we lay th' old proverb to your charge, The trick of's frown, his forehead, nay, the valley, 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 ftay her tongue. Ant. Hang all the husbands, That That cannot do that feat, you'll leave yourself 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 which burns in't. I'll not call you tyrant, (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, Paul. I pray you, do not push me, I'll be gone. SCENE [Exit. VI. Leo. Thou, traitor, haft fet 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 fee it inftantly confum'd with fire; Even thou, and none but thou. Take it up ftraight: X 4 Shall |