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Away with him! and let her sport herself
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
The shrug, the hum or ha, these petty brands
When you have said she's goodly, come between
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, sa 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.
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.
He must be told on 't, and he shall. The office
Gaol. Madam, if 't please the Queen to send the babe,
I know not what I shall incur to pass it,
You need not fear it, sir. This child was prisoner to the womb and is By law and process of great Nature thence Freed and enfranchis'd, not a party to The anger of the King nor guilty of, If any be, the trespass of the Queen. Gaol. I do believe it.
Paul. Do not you fear. Upon mine honour, I Will stand betwixt you and danger. [Exeunt, «
SCENE III. [A room in Leontes' palace.] Enter LEONTES, ANTIGONUS, LORDS, and SER
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;
See how he fares. [Exit Serv.] Fie, fie! no thought of him;
The very thought of my revenges that way
If she did know me one. Away with her!
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
Within this hour bring me word 't is done,
And wilt encounter with my wrath, say so;
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
Which being so horrible, so bloody, must
Leon. I am a feather for each wind that blows.
Shall I live on to see this bastard kneel