'Tis pity, the's not honeft, honourable : Praife her but for this her without-door form, Virtue it self.) Thefe fhrugs, these hums, and ha's, Her. Should a villain fay fo, The most replenish'd villain in the world, Leo. You have miftook, my lady, 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 these foundations which I build upon, A fchool-boy's top. Away with her to prison: He, who shall speak for her, is far of guilty, (8) i my lords, Her. There's fome ill planet reigns; Shall beft inftruct you, measure me; and fa Leo. Shall I be heard? Her. Who is't, that goes with me? 'befcech your Highness, My women may be with me, for, you fee, My plight requires it. Do not weep, good fools, come, you've leave. Leo. Go, do our bidding; hence. [Exit Queen, guarded; and Ladies. Lord. 'Beseech your Highness call the Queen again, Ant. Be certain what you do, Sir, left your justice 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, (8) 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 Measure guilty, who fhall dare to intercede for her: And this, I believe, Shakespeare ventur'd to express thus: He, who shall speak for her, is far of guilty, &c. i. e. partakes far, deeply, of her Guilt. I'th' eyes of heaven, and to you, (I mean, Ant. If it prove She's otherwise, I'll keep my ftables where I lodge my wife, I'll go in couples with her : 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; That will be damn'd for't; 'would, I knew the villain, Leo. Ceafe; no more: You smell this bufinefs with a fenfe as cold The Inftruments that feel. (9) I have three Daughters; the Eldeft is eleven; If this prove true, they'll pay for't.] The 2d Folio Edition led Mr. Roze first inadvertently to fix five Sons upon Antigonus, more than the Poet ever defign'd him and Mr. Pope ftumbled implicitly into the Miftake. But what increases the Jeft, these three Daughters, and five Sons were Cobeirs: If This was ever according to the Laws of Sicily, 'tis fo peculiar, that Goltzius, Fazellus, or Cluverius would have thought it worthy of a fhort Notice. But the Reading of the ft Folio Edition, which I have reftor'd to the Text, makes no mention of any Sons, and fo the Girls remain properly Coheirs; the Eldeft, eleven years of Age; the second, Nine; and the Third, fome five. I'll fubjoin two Inftances of this manner of Expreffion from our Author's K. Lear, But I have a Son, Sir, by order of Law, fome Year elder than this; For that I am fome twelve or fourteen Moon-fhines Lag of a Brother? G 4 Ant. 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 fufpicion; Be blam'd for't, how you might. Leo. Why, what need we Commune with you of this? but rather follow Ant. And I wifh, 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. Added to their familiarity, 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 circumstances Made up to th' deed) doth push 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, To facred Delphos, to Apollo's Temple, Cleomines and Dion, whom you know Of ftuff'd fufficiency: Now, from the Oracle Leo. 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, SCENE changes to a Prifon. Enter Paulina and a Gentleman. [Exeunt. Paul. THE keeper of the prison, call to him: [Exit Gent. Let him have knowledge who I am. Good lady, No Court in Europe is too good for thee; What doft thou then in Prifon? now, good Sir, You know me, do you not? [Re-enter Gentleman with the Goaler. Goa. For a worthy lady, And one whom much I honour. Paul. Pray you then, Conduct me to the Queen. Goa. I may not, Madam, To the contrary I have express commandment. Goa. So please you, Madam, To put a-part these your attendants, I Shall bring Emilia forth. Paul. I pray you now, call her: Withdraw your felves. Goa. And, Madam, I must be present at your conference. [Exeunt Gent. &c. Paul. |