To bear the matter thus; mere weakness. If The cause were not in being;-part o' the cause, She the adulteress; for the harlot king Is quite beyond mine arm, out of the blank* First Serv. How does the boy? My lord? First Serv. He took good rest to-night; 'Tis hoped his sickness is discharged. Leon. To see his nobleness! ΙΟ Conceiving the dishonour of his mother, 20 The very thought of my revenges that way Enter PAULINA, with a child. First Lord. You must not enter. Paul. Nay, rather, good my lords, be second to me: Fear 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. 30 Sec. Serv. Madam, he hath not slept to-night; commanded None should come at him. Paul. Not so hot, good sir: I come to bring him sleep. 'Tis such as you, Do come with words as medicinal as true, Leon. What noise there, ho? Paul. No noise, my lord; but needful confer ence About some gossips for your highness. How! 40 Leon. Ant. Leon. What, canst not rule her? Ant. Paul. Leon. Paul. Good queen! 50 Good queen, my lord, Good queen; I say good queen; And would by combat make her good, so were I A man, the worst about you. Force her hence. 61 Leon. 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, hath brought you forth a daughter; Here 'tis; commends it to your blessing. Leon. [Laying down the child. Out! A mankind* witch! Hence with her, out o' door: A most intelligencing bawd! Paul. Not so: *Masculine. 70 I am as ignorant in that as you Leon. Traitors! Will you not push her out? Give her the bastard. Thou dotard! thou art woman-tired,* unroosted By thy dame Partlet here. Take up the bastard; Take't up, I say; give't to thy crone. Paul. Unvenerable be thy hands, if thou *Hen-pecked. For ever Takest up the princess by that forced baseness Leon. He dreads his wife. Paul. So I would you did; then 'twere past all doubt You'ld call your children yours. Leon. 80 A nest of traitors! Nor I, nor any Ant. I am none, by this good light. His hopeful son's, his babe's, betrays to slander, Whose sting is sharper than the sword's; and will not For, as the case now stands, it is a curse A callat* *Jade. 90 Leon. 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 Paul. It is yours; And, might we lay the old proverb to your charge, The trick of's frown, his forehead, nay, the valley, ΙΟΙ The very mould and frame of hand, nail, finger: And thou, good goddess Nature, which hast made it So like to him that got it, if thou hast The ordering of the mind too, 'mongst all colours *Spendthrift Ant. Hang all the husbands 110 That cannot do that feat, you'll leave yourself Hardly one subject. Once more, take her hence. Leon. Paul. A most unworthy and unnatural lord Can do no more. Leon. Paul. I'll ha' thee burnt. It is an heretic that makes the fire, I care not: Not she which burns in't. I'll not call you tyrant; But this most cruel usage of your queen, Not able to produce more accusation Than your own weak-hinged fancy, something savours Of tyranny and will ignoble make you, Yea, scandalous to the world. I 20 Leon. On your allegiance, Out of the chamber with her! Were I a tyrant, Where were her life? she durst 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 needs these hands? You, that are thus so tender o'er his follies, Will never do him good, not one of you. [Exit. 130 Leon. Thou, traitor, hast set on thy wife to this. My child? away with't! Even thou, that hast And see it instantly consumed with fire; Even thou and none but thou. Take it up straight: 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. 140 First Lord. Beseech your highness, give us better credit: We have always truly served you, and beseech you 150 Past and to come, that you do change this purpose, Leon. I am a feather for each wind that blows: Shall I live on to see this bastard kneel And call me father? better burn it now But be it; let it live. You, sir, come you hither; You that have been so tenderly officious 160 To save this bastard's life,-for 'tis a bastard, venture To save this brat's life? Ant. Any thing, my lord, That my ability may undergo And nobleness impose: at least thus much: |