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SC EN E III. Enter Leontes, Antigonus, Lords, and other Attendants.

Leo. Nor Night, nor Day, no rest; it is but Weakness
To bear the Matter thus; mear Weakness, if
The Cause were not in Being; part o'th'Cause,
She, th' Adultress; for the Harlot-King
Is quite beyond mine Arm; out of the Blank
And Level of my Brain; Plot-proof; but the
I can hock to me : Say that the were gone,
Given to the Fire, a Moiety of my Rest
Might come to me again. Who's there?

Enter an Attendant.
Atten. My Lord.
Leo. How do's the Boy?

Atten. He took good rest to Night; 'tis hop'd
His Sickness is discharg'd.

Leo. To see his Nobleness !
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. Fie, fie, no Thought of him,
The very Thought of my Revenges that way
Recoyl upon me; in himself too Mighty;
Until a Time may serve, for present Vengeance
Take it on her. Camille, 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.

Enier Paulina with a Child.
Lord. You must not enter.

Pan. Nay rather, good my Lords, be second 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 enough.

Atten. Madam, he hath not a Night; commanded None should come near him.


Pan. Not so hot, good Sir,
come to bring him Sleep. 'Tis such as you
That creep like Shadows by him, and do figh
It each his needless heavings ; such as you
Jourish the Cause of his awaking. I
Do come with words, as medicinal; as true;
Honeft, as either, to purge him of that Humour;
Chat presses him from Sleep. .
I Leo. What noise there, ho ? :
Et Pan. No noise, my Lord, but needful Conference,
5, About some Gollips for your Highnefs.

Leo. How?
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,
Spot On your Displeasures peril and on mine,
She Thould not visit you.

Leo. What ? canft not rule her

Pan. From all Dishonesty he can; in this,'
Unless he take the course that you have done,
Commit me, for committing Honour; trust its ,
He shall not rule me.

Ant. La-you now, you hear,
When she will take the Rein, I let her run,
But she'll not stumble.

Pau. Good my Liege, I come
And I beseech you hear me, who professes
My self your loyal Servant, your Physician,
Your most obedient Counsellor : Yet that dare's
Lefs appear so, in comforting your Evils,
Than such as most seem yours. I say, I come
From your good Queen.

Leo. Good Queen?
Pau. Good Queen, my Lord, good Queeng.
I say, good Queen;
And would, by Combate; make he

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A Man, the worst about you.

Leo. Force her hence.

Pan. Let him that makes but Trifles of his Eyes E commit

First hand me: On mine own accord I'll off,

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But first, I'll do my Errand. The good Queen,
For Me is good, hath brought you forth a Daughter,
Here 'tis; commends it to your Blessing.

[Laying down the Child
Leo. Out !
A mankind Witch! Hence with her, out o'door:
A most intelligencing Bawd.

Pau. Not so,
I am as ignorant in that as you,
In so entit'ling me; and no less honest
Than you are mad; which is enough, I'll warrant,
As this World goes, to pass for honest.

Leo. Traitors!
Will you not push her out? Give her the Bastard. [TO AR
Thou Dotard, thou art Womán-tyrd; unroosted
By thy Dame Partlet here. Take up the Bastard,
Take't up, I say, give't to the Croan.

Pau. For ever
Uovenerable be thy Hinds, if thou

Take'st up the Princess, by that forced Baseness
Which he has put upon't.

Leo. He dreids bis Wife.

Pau. So I would you did : then 'twere paft all doube You'ld call your Children yours.

Leo. A Nest of Traitors!
Ant. I am none, by this good Light..

Pau, 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 Sons, his Babes betrays to Slander,
Wnose Sting is sharper than the Swords; and will not
(For as the Cafe 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 Polixenes. Hence with it, and together with the Dam, Commit them to the Fire.

Pau. 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, che Valley,
The pretty Dimples of his Chin, and Cheek, his Smilesy.
The very Mold, and frame of his Hand, Nail, Finger.
And thou good Goddess Nature, which haft 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, left she suspect, as he does,
Her Children, not her Husbands..

Leo. A gross 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 your self
Hardly one Subject.

Leo. Once more take her hence.

Pau. A moft unworthy and unnatural Lord
Can do no more.
1 Leo. I'll ha' thee burnt.

Pan. I care not ;
It is an Heretick that makes the Fire;
Not she 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) fometimes savours

Of Tyranny; and will ignoble make you,
Yea, scandalous to the World.

Leo. On your Allegiance, i
Out of the Chamber with her. Were I a Tyranty
Where were her Life? She durft not call me soj
If she did know me one. Away with her.

Pan. 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 so tender o'er his Follies,
Will never do him good, not one of you.
So, fo: Farewel, we are gone.

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Loo. Thou, Traitor, hast set on thy Wife to this.
My Child ? away with't. Even thou, that haft.
A Heart lo tender o'er it, take it hence,
And see it instantly consum’d with Fire.
Even thou, and none but thou. Take it up stra
Within this hour bring me word 'eis done,
And by good Teftimony, or I'll seize thy Life,
With what thou elle call'st 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 the Fire,
For thou sete'ft on thy Wife.

Art. I did not, Sir :
These Lords, my noble Fellows, if they please,
Can clear me in't.

Lord. We can, my Royal Liege,
He is not guilty of her coming hither,

Leo. You're Liars all,

Lords. 'Beseech your Highocfs give us better Credit. We have always truly serv'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 some foul Issue. We all kneel

Leo. I am a Father 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 bę it; let it live:
It shall not neither. You Sir, come you hither; [T. And
You that have been so cenderly officious
With Lady Margery, your Midwife there,
To save this Bastard's Life; for 'cis a Baftard,
So sure as this Beard's grey : What will you adventure,
To save this Brac's Life

Ant. Any thing, my Lord,
That my Ability may undergo,
And Nobleness impose: At least thus much;
I'll pawn the little Blood which I have left,
To save the Innocent; any thing poffible.

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