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By law and process of great nature, thence
Keep. I do believe it.
Do not you fear: upon Mine honour, I will stand 'twixt you and danger.
THE SAME. A ROOM IN THE PALACE.
Enter Leontes, Antigonus, Lords, and other
Leon. Nor night, nor day, no rest: It is but weakness
To bear the matter thus; mere weakness, if
Leon. How does the boy?
'Tis hop'd, his sickness is discharg'd.
He took good rest to-night;
Conceiving the dishonour of his, mother,
He straight declin'd, droop'd, took it deeply;
The very thought of my revenges that way
Enter Paulina, with a Child.
1 Lord. You must not enter. Paul. Nay, rather, good my lords, be second to
Fear you his tyrannous passion more, alas,
That's enough. 1 Atten. Madam, he hath not slept to-night; commanded
None should come at him.
Not so hot, good sir;
Paul. I come to bring him sleep. "Tis such as you,That creep like shadows by him, and do sigh At each his needless heavings,—such as you Nourish the cause of his awaking: I Do come with words as med'cinal as true;
Honest, as either; to purge him of that humour, That presses him from sleep.
What noise there, ho? Paul. No noise, my lord; but needful conference, About some gossips for your highness.
Away with that audacious lady: Antigonus,
I told her so, my lord, On your displeasure's peril, and on mine, She should not visit you.
Leon. What, canst 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.
Lo you now; you hear!
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 dare Less appear so, in comforting your evils, Than such as most seem yours::- -I say, I come From your good queen.
Paul. 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.
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.
[Laying down the child. Out!
A mankind witch! Hence with her, out o' door: A most intelligencing bawd!
I am as ignorant in that, as you
Than you are mad; which is enough, I'll warrant,
Traitors! Will you not push her out? Give her the bastard:Thou, dotard, [To Antigonus.] thou art womantir'd, unroosted
By thy dame Partlet here,-take up the bastard; Take't up, I say; give't to thy crone.
He dreads his wife. Paul. So, I would, you did; then, 'twere past all doubt, your children
A nest of traitors! Ant. I am none, by this good light. Paul.
Nor I; nor any,
But one, that's here; and that's himself: for he
Of boundless tongue; who late hath beat her husband,
And now baits me!-That brat is none of mine; It is the issue of Polixenes:
Hence with it; and, together with the dam,
It is yours;
And, might we lay the old proverb to your charge,
The trick of his 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 hast made it So like to him that got it, if thou hast
The ordering of the mind too, 'mongst all colours No yellow in't; lest she suspect, as he does,
Her children not her husband's!