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Enter Paulina, with a Child.
Lord. You must not enter.
Paul. Nay, rather, good my lords, be fecond 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 enongh.
Atten. [within] Madam, he hath not slept to night;
commanded, None should come at him.
Paul. Not so hot, good Sir ;
I come to bring him seep: 'Tis such as you
That creep like shadows by him, and do figh
At each his needless heavings ; such as you
Nourish the cause of his awaking. I
Do come with words, as medicinal, as true ;
(Honest, as either ;) to purge him of that humour,
That presses him from sleep.
Leo. 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.
Ant. I told her so, my Lord,
On your displeasure's peril and on mine,
She should not visit you.
Leo. What? can'lt 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 lhall not rule me.
Ant. Lo-you now, you hear,
When she will take the rein, I let her run,
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 dares
Less appear fo, in comforting your evils,
Than such as most seems yours. I say, I come
From your good Queen.
Leo. 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.
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 Queeri,
For she is good, hath brought you forth a daughter,
Here 'cis; `commends it to your blessing.
[Laying down the Child.
A mankind witch! hence with her, out c' door :
A most intelligencing bawd.!
Paul. Not so ;
I am as ignorant in That, as you
In so intit'ling me; and no less honest,
Than you are mad; which is enough, I'll warrant,
As this world goes, to pass för honest.
Will you not push her out? give her the bastard.
Thou dotard, thou art woman-tyr'd ; unrooiled
By thy dame Partlet here. Take up the bastard,
Take't up, I say; give't to thy croan.
Paul. For ever
Unvenerable be thy hands, if thou
Take'st up the Princess, by that forced baseness
Which he has put upon't !
Leo. He dreads his wife,
Paul. So I would, you did : then 'cwere past all doubs, You'd call
Leo. A nest of traytors !
Ant. I am none, by this good light.
Park. Nor 1 ; 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 compellid to't) once remove
The root of his opinion, which is rotten,
As ever oak or stone was found.
Leo. A callat
Of boundless tongue, who late hath beat her husband,
And now baits me!- This brat is none of mine;
It is the issue of Polizenes.
Hence with it, and together with the dam,
Commit them to the fire.
Paul. It is yours;
*And, might we lay th' old proverb to your charge,
So like you, 'tis the worse. Behold, my lords,
Altho' the print be little, the whole matter
And copy of the father ; eye, nose, lip,
The trick of 's 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 haft made it
So like to him that got it, if thou haft
The ordering of the mind too, 'mongst all colours
No yellow in't ; left the suspect, as he does,
Her chidren not her husband's.
Leo. A gross hag!
And, lozel, thou art worthy to be hang'd,
That wilt not ftay her tongue.
Ant. Hang all the husbands,
That cannot do that feat, you'll leave yourself
Hardly one subject.
Leo. Once more, take her hence.
Paul. A most unworthy and unnatural lord Can do no more.
Leo. I'll ha' thee burnt.
Paul. I care not ;
It is an heretick that makes the fire,
Not the 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-hing'd fancy) something favours
Of tyranny; and will ignoble make you,
Yea; fcandalous to the world.
Leo. On your allegiance,
Out of the chamber with her. Were I a tyrant,
Where were her life? the durft not call me fo,
If he 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 need these hands ?
You, that are thus fo tender o'er his follies,
Will never do him good, not one of you.
So, so: farewel, we are gone.
Leo. Thou, traitor, halt set on thy wife to this.
My child ? away with't. Even thou, thou that haft
A heart so tender o'er it, take it hence,
And see it instantly consum'd with fire ;
Even thou, and none but thou. Take it up frait :
Within this hour bring me word it is done,
And by good testimony, or I'll seize thy life,
With what thou else call'it thine : if thou refuse,
And wilt encounter with my wrath, say so :
The bastard brains with these my proper hands
Shall I dash out: go take it to chę fire,
For thou sett't on thy wife.
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 :
Leo. You're liars all.
Lords. 'Befeech your Highness, give us better credit.
We've always truly ferv'd you, and beseech you
So to esteem of us : and on our knees we beg,
(As recompence of our dear services
Past, and to come) that you do change this purpose,
Which being so horrible, fo bloody, must
Lead on to Tome foul jffue. We all kneel
Leo. 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,
Than curse it then. But be it; let it live :
It hall not neither. You, Sir, come you hither ;
You, that have been so tenderly officious
With lady Margery, your midwife there,
To save this baltard's life ; (for 'tis a bastard,
So fare as this beard's gray) what will you adventure
To save this brat's life?
Ant. Any thing, my Lord,
That my abi'ity may undergo,
And nobleness impose : at least, thus much
I'll pawn the little blood which I have left,
To fave the innocent ; any thing possible.
Leo. It shall be possible; swear by this sword,
Thou wilt perform my bidding.
Ant. I will, my Lord:
Leo. Mark and perform it; feeft thon? for the fail
Of any point in't shall not only be
Death to thyself, but to thy lewd tongu'd wife,
Whom for this time we pardon. We enjoyn thee,
As thou art liege man to us, that thou carry
This female bastard hence, and that thou bear it
To some remote and desart place, quite out
Of our dominions; and that there thou leave it,
(Without more mercy,) to its own protection
And favour of the climate. As by strange fortune
It came to us, I do in justice charge thee,
On thy soul's peril and thy body's torture,
That thou commend it ftrangely to some place,
Where chance may nurse, or end it. Take it up,.
Ant. I swear to do this: tho'a present death
Had been more merciful. Come on, poor babe ;
Some powerful spirit instruct the kites and ravens
To be thy nurses ! Wolves and bears, they say,
(Cafting their favageness afide) have done
Like offices of pity. Sir, be prosperous
In more than this deed does require; and blessing,