W She is something before her time deliver❜d. mil. A daughter, and a goodly babe, Paul. I dare be fworn. Thefe dangerous, unfafe lunes i'th' King! befhrew them, Emil. Moft worthy Madam, Your honour and your goodness is so evident, your free undertaking cannot mifs That A So meet for this great errand. Please your Ladyfhip To vifit the next room, I'll prefently meet iffue: there is no lady living Acquaint the Queen of your most noble offer, he fhould be deny'd. Paul. Tell her, Emilia, I'll ufe that tongue I have; if wit flow from't, Emil. Now be you blefs'd for it! I'll to the Queen: please you, come fomething nearer, Gaol. Madam, if't please the Queen, to fend the babe, I know not what I fhall incur to pass it, Having no warrant. Paul. You need not fear it, Sir; The child was prifoner to the womb, and is Ff2 Free'd Frea'd and infranchis'd; not a party to Paul. Do not you fear; upon mine honour I Will ftand 'twixt you and danger.. [Exeunt. SCENE 1 IV.. Changes to the palace. Enter Leontes, Antigonus, Lords, and other attendants. it is but weak Leo. Nor night, nor day, no reft; [nefs T Is quite beyond mine arm; out of the blank Enter an attendant. Atten. My Lord. Leo. How do's the boy? Atten. He took good reft to-night; 'tis hop'd A His fickness is discharge'd. Leo. To fee his noblenefs! Conceiving the difhonour of his mother, He ftraight declin'd, droop'd, took it deeply; And down-right languifh'd. Leave me folely; ga, Laugh at me; make their pastime at my forrow.on & Y SCENE V. Enter Paulina, with a child. km to Tigas sdT Lord. You must not enter.c Region t Paul. Nay rather, good my Lords, be fecond to me. Fear you his tyrannous paffion more, alas, Aq Than the Queen's life? a gracious innocent foul,{{W More free than he is jealous. Ant. That's enough. Atten. [within] Madam, he hath not slept to-night, commanded None fhould come at him. Paul. Not fo hot, good Sir; 32476d GT I come to bring him fleep. 'Tis fuch as you, SÚT That creep like fhadows by him, and do fighed2 At each his needlefs heavings; fuch as you shop d Nourish the cause of his awaking. I lavof brA d me I Do come with words, as medicinal as true,' Leo. What noise there, ho? Paul. No noife, my Lord, but needful conference, About fome goflips for your Highness. Leo. How? Away with that audacious lady.-Antigonus, I charge'd thee, that she should not come about me; I knew fhe would. Ant. I told her fo, my Lord, On your displeasure's peril and on mine, Leo. What? can't not rule her? Paul. From all difhonefty he can; in this, Ant. Lo-you now, you hear, J When the will take the rein, I let her run, dmhA But he'll not stumble. Paul. Good my Liege, I come And I beseech you, hear me, who profefs ded Myfelf your loyal fervant, your physician, {} Your most obedient counfellorg yet that darest lisde Lefs appear fo, in comforting your evils, Than Than fuch as moft feem your's. I fay, I come!! From your good Queen. Leo. Good Queen? Paul. Good Queen, my Lord, Good Queen, I fay, good Queen; Po 26 to 100 Leo. 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 fhe is good, hath brought you forth a daughter; Here 'tis ; commends it to your bleffing. Leo. Out! [Laying down the child. A mankind witch! hence with her, out o'door A A moft intelligencing bawd! Paul. Not fo; I am as ignorant in that, as you DIA In fo intitling me; and no lefs honeft hout whov onT Leo. Traitors! AT Will you not push her out? give her the bastard.! [To Antigonus. Thou dotard, thou art woman-tyr'd; unroofted By thy dame Partlet here. Take up the bastard,f Take't up, I fay give't to thy croan. Paul. For ever Unvenerable be thy hands, if thou Take'ft up the Princefs, by that forced * bafeness Which he has put upon't! Les. He dreads his wife. Paul. So I would you did: then 'twere paft all doubt, A You'd call your children your's. Xw to f Leo. A neft of traitors! Ant. I am none, by this good light.ol ke pelł to Paul. Nor I nor any But one that's here; and that's himself. For he 16 The facred honour of himself, his Queen's, Trafal Forced, for annatařat. His His hopeful fon's, his babe's, betrays to flander, Whofe fting is fharper than the fword's ; and will not (For as the cafe now ftands, it is a curfe He cannot be compell'd to't) once remove Of boundless tongue, who late hath beat her husband, Hence with it, and together with the dam, Paul. It is your's; And, might we lay th' old proverb to your charge, The trick of's frown, his forehead, nay, the valley, The ordering of the mind too, 'mongst all colours Leo. A grofs hag! And, lozel, thou art worthy to be hang'd, That wilt not stay her tongue. Ant. Hang all the husbands That cannot do that feat, you'll leave yourself Leo. Once more, take her hence. Paul. A moft unworthy and unnatural Lord Can do no more. Leo. I'll ha' thee burnt. Paul. I care not; It is an heretic that makes the fire, Not the which burn's in't. I'll not call you tyrant, Yea, |