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Leo. To fee his nobleness!
- 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 spirit, his appetite, his sleep,
And down-right languilhd. Leave me folelys go,

[Exit Attendant.
See how he fares.— Fie, fie, no thought of him;
The very thought of my revenges that way
Recoyl 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 forrow;
They should not laugh, if I could reach them ; nor
Shall she, within my power.

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Enter Paulina, with a Child.
Lord. You must not enter.

Paul. Nay rather, good my lords, be second to me:

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.
Atten. [witbin.] Madam, he hath not Nept to night

None should come at him.

Paul. Not so hot, good Sir;
I come to bring him Neep. 'Tis such as you,
That creep like shadows by him, and do figh
Ac 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 Neep.

Leo. What noise there, ho ?

Paul. No noise, my Lord, but needful conference, About some gossips for your Highness.

Leo. How?
Away with that audacious lady.—Antigonus,
I charg'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? can'lt 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, who profess
Myself your loyal servant, your physician,
Your most obedient counsellor: yet that dares
Less appear fo, in comforting your evils,
Toan such as most seems yours. I say, I come
From your good Queen.

Leo. Good Queen?

Paul. Good Queen, my Lord, Good Queen, I lay, good Queen ; 4 And would by combat make her good, so were I

A 3 Honefl, as either; —lie whole subject is the Queen's innocence: otherwile there would be a taulology. 4 And would by combat make her good, so were I

A man, the worst about you.] Paulina fupposes the King's jealousy to be raised and inflamed by the courriers about him ; who, the finely says,


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 she is good, háth 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 fo;
I am as ignorant in That, as you
In so intit'ling me; and no less honest
Than you are niad ; 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.

[To Antigonus.
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
Take'ft up the Princess, by that forced baseness

s Which he has put upon't!

Leo. He dreads his wife.

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At each his needless heavings : — Surely then, she could not say, that were she a man, the worst of these, she would vindicate her mistress's honour against the King's fufpicions, in fingle combat. Shakespear, I am persuaded,

so were 1 A man, ON TH' worst about you. į. e. were I a man, I would vindicate her honour, on the worst of these sycophants that are about you. 5 --- forced baseness) forced for unnatural.


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

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 sacred honour of himself, his Queen's,
His hopeful son's, his babe's, betrays to Nander,
Whose sting is sharper than the sword's, and will not
(For as the case now ftands, 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 yours;
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 smiles,
The very 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 grofs hag!
And, lozel, thou art worthy to be hang'd,
That will 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. l'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,
But this moft cruel usage of your Queen
(Not able to produce more accusation
Than your own weak-hing'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? fhe durft 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, 'tis yours; Jove send her
A better guiding spirit! What need these hands?
You, that are thus fo tender o'er his follies,
Will never do him good, not one of you.
So, fo: farewel, we are gone.


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Leo. Thou, traitor, haft set on thy wife to this. My child? away with't. Even thou, thou that hast A heart fo 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 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 X 4


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