hen you fhall come to clearer Knowledge, that ou thus have publifh'd me? Gentle, my Lord, ou scarce can right me throughly than to say ou did miftake. Leo. No, if I mistake thofe Foundations which I build upon, he Center is not big enough to bear - School-boy's Top. Away with her, to Prison: He who fhall fpeak of her, is afar off guilty, ut that he speaks. my Lords, Her. There's fome ill Planet reigns; Shall beft inftruct you, meafure me; and fo The King's Will be perform'd. Leo. Shall I be heard? Her. Who is't that goes with me?, Befeech your Highness My Women may be with me, for you fee My Plight requires it. Do not weep, good Fools, There is no caufe; when you fhall know your Mistress I trust I fhall. My Women come, you have leave. Lord. Befeech your Highhe's call the Queen again. Lord. For her, my Lord, I dare my Life lay down, and will do't, Sir, Ant, Ant. If it prove She's otherwife, I'll keep my Stable where I lodge my Wife, I'll go in Couples with her: Then when I feel, and fee her, no further trust her; For every Inch of Woman in the World, I, every Dram of Woman's Flesh is false, If the be. Leo. Hold your Peaces. Lord. Good my Lord. Ant. It is for you we fpeak, not for our felves; You are abused by fome Putter on, That will be damn'd for't; would I knew the Villain, Leo. Ceafe, no more: You smell this Bufinefs with a Senfe as cold As is a dead Man's Nose; but I do fee't, and feelt, As you feel doing thus; and fee withal The Inftruments that feel. Ant. If it be so, We need no Grave to bury Honefty, There's not a Grain of it, the Face to fweeten 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 Sufpicion; Be blam'd for't how you might. Leo. Why what need we Commune with you for this? But rather follow Calls not your Counfels, but our natural Goodness Relifh a Truth, like us: Inform your felves, Is all properly ours. Ant. And I wish, my Liege, You had only in your filent Judgment try'd it, Leo. How could that be? Either thou art most ignorant by Age; (Which was as grofs as ever touch'd Conjecture, For in an Act of this Importance, 'twere Moft pitious to be wild, I have dispatch'd in Post, Of stuff'd Sufficiency: Now, from the Oracle Leo. Tho' I am fatisfy'd, and need no more Come up to th' Truth. So we have thought it good Ant. To Laughter, as I take it. [Exeunt. SCENE SCENE II. Enter Paulina and a Gentleman. Paul. The Keeper of the Prifon, call to him: [Exit Gex Good Lady, Let him have the Knowledge whom I am. [Re-enter Gentleman with the Goale Goa. For a worthy Lady, And one, whom much I honour. Pau. Pray you then, Conduct me to the Queen. Goa. I may not, Madam, To the contrary I have exprefs Commandment. Pan. Here's a-do to lock up Honefty and Honour from Th' Accefs of gentle Vifitors! Is't lawful pray you To fee the Women? Any of them? Emilia? Goa. So please you, Madam, To put a-part thefe your Attendants, I Shall bring Emilia forth. Pau. I pray you now call her: Withdraw your felves. Goa. And, Madam, I must be present at your Conference. Enter Emilia. Here's fuch a-do to make no Stain a Stain, Emil. As well as one fo great, and fo forlorn Emil. A Daughter, and a goodly Babe, Lufty, and like to live: The Queen receives Much Comfort in't. Says, my poor Prisoner, I am innocent as you. Pan. I dare be sworn: Thefe hefe dangerous, unfafe Lunes i'th' King, befhrew them, He must be told on't, and fhall; the Office Becomes a Woman beft. I'll take it upon me, f I prove Honey-mouth'd, let my Tongue blister ; And never to my red-look'd Anger be The Trumpet any more. Pray you, Emilia, Your Honour and your Goodness is so evident, Pau. Tell her, Emilia, I'll use that Tongue I have; if Wit flow from't, Emil. Now be you bleft for it: I'll to the Queen: Pleafe you come fomething nearer. Having no Warrant. Pau. You need not fear it, Sir, The Child was Prisoner to the Womb, and is Pau. Do not you fear; upon mine Honour, I [Exeunt. SCENF |