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By law and process of great nature, thence
Free'd and enfranchis'd: not a party to
The anger of the king; nor guilty of,
If any be, the trespass of the queen.

Keep. I do believe it.


Do not you fear: upon Mine honour, I will stand 'twixt you and danger.




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
The cause were not in being;—part o'the cause,
She, the adultress;-for the harlot king
Is quite beyond mine arm, out of the blank
And level of my brain, plot-proof: but she
I can hook to me: Say, that she were gone,
Given to the fire, a moiety of my rest
Might come to me again.

-Who's there?
My lord?

1 Atten.

Leon. How does the boy?
1 Atten.

'Tis hop'd, his sickness is discharg'd.


His nobleness!


He took good rest to-night;

To see,

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 down-right languish'd.-Leave me solely: go,
See how he fares. [Exit Attend. ]-Fie, fie! no
thought of him;-

The very thought of my revenges that way
Recoil 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 sorrow:
They should not laugh, if I could reach them; nor
Shall she, within my power.

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,
Than the queen's life? a gracious innocent soul;
More free, than he is jealous.


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;

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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 charg'd thee, that she should not come about me;
I knew, she would.


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!
rein, I let her run;

When she will take the
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 dare Less appear so, in comforting your evils, Than such as most seem yours::- -I say, I come From your good queen.


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!


Not so:

I am as ignorant in that, as you
In so entitling me: and no less honest

Than you are mad; which is enough, I'll warrant,
As this world goes, to pass for honest.


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.

Unvenerable be thy hands, if thou
Tak'st up the princess, by that forced baseness.
Which he has put upon't!

For ever


He dreads his wife. Paul. So, I would, you did; then, 'twere past all doubt, your children

You'd call


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
The sacred honour of himself, his queen's,
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
He cannot be compell'd to't,) once remove
The root of his opinion, which is rotten,
As ever oak, or stone, was sound.


A callat,

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,
Commit them to the fire.


It is yours;

And, might we lay the old proverb to your charge,
So like you, 'tis the worse.-Behold, my lords,
Although the print be little, the whole matter
And copy of the father: eye, nose, lip,

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!

gross hag!-
And, lozel, thou art worthy to be hang'd,
That wilt not stay her tongue,

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