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For them to play at will : how came the posterns
So eafily open !

Lord. By his great authority,
Which often hath no less prevail'd than so
On your command.

Leo. I know't too well.
Give me the boy; I'm glad, you did not nurse him :
Though he does bear some signs of me, yet you
Have too much blood in him.

Her. What is this, sport?

Leo. Bear the boy hence, he shall not come about her;
Away with him, and let her sport herself
With that she's big with: for 'tis Polixenes
Has made thee swell thus.

Her. But I'd say, he had not ;
And, I'll be sworn, you would believe nry faying,
Howe'er you lean to the nayward.

Leo. You, my Lords,
Look on her, mark her well; be but about
To say, he is a goodly Lady, and
The justice of your hearts will thereto add,
'Tis pity, she's not honeft, honourable :
Praise her but for this her without-door form,
(Which on my faith deserves high speech,) and straight
The shrug, the hum, or ha, (these petty-brands,
That calumny doth use: oh, I am out;-
That mercy do's; for calumny will fear
Virtue itself.) These shrugs, these hums, and ha's,
When you have said she's goodly, come between,
Fre you can say she's honeft: but be't known,
(From him, that has moft cause to grieve it should be 3)
She's an adultress.

Her. Should a villain say so,
The most replenish'd villain in the world,
He were as much more villain ; you, my Lord,
Do but mifake.

Leo. You have mistook, my Lady,
Polixenes for Leontes. O thou thing,
Which I'll not call a creature of thy place,
Lelt barbarism, making me the precedent,


Should a like language use to all degrees;
And mannerly' diftinguishment leave out
Betwixt the Prince and beggar.- I have said,
She's an adultress; I have laid with whom :
More; she's a traitor, and Camillo is
A federary with her; and one that knows
What she should shame to know herself,
But with her most vile principal, that she's
A bed-svierver, even as bad as those
That vulgars give bold'st titles"; ay, and privy
To this their late escape.

Her. No, by my life,
Privy to none of this : how will this grieve you,

you shall come to clearer knowledge, that
You thus have publish'd me? gentle my Lord,
You scarce can right me throughly then, to say
You did mistake.

Leo. No, if I miftake
In these foundations which I build upon,
The center is not big enough to bear
A school-boy's top. Away with her to prison :
He, who fall speak for her, is far of guilty, (8)
But that he speaks.

Her. There's some ill planet reigns ;
I must be patient, 'till the heavens look
With an aspect more favourable. Good my Lords,
I am not prone to weeping; (as our sex
Commonly are,) the want of which vain dew,
Perchance, shall dry your pities; but I have
That honourable grief lodg'd here, which burns
Worse than tears drown: "beseech you all, my Lords,
With thoughts so qualified as your charities
Shall best instruct you, measure me; and so
The King's will be perform'd! --
(8) He, zubo hall speak fır ber, is far off guilty,
But that be jpeäks

. ] This cannot be the Speaker's meaning. Leontes would say, I hall hold the person in a great meafure guilty, who Thall dare to intercede for her: And this, I believe, Shake beure ventur'd to express thus:

He, who shall speak for ber, is far of guilty, &c, i. e. e. partakes far, deeply of her guilt, VOL. III. M

La Shall I be heard :

Her. Who is’t, that goes with me? 'beseech your HighAly women may be with me, for, you see (ness, My plight requires it. Do not weep, good fools, There is no caure; when you shall know, your mistrefs Has deserv'd prison, then abound in tears, As I come out; this action, I now go on, Is for my better grace. Adieu, my Lord, I never with'd to lee you forry; now, I truft, hall. My women,come, you've leave. Leo. Go, do our bidding; hence.

[Exit Queen, guarded; and Ladies. Lord. 'Beseech your Highness call the Queen again,

Art. Be certain what you do, Sir, left your justice Piove violence; in the which three great ones fuffer, Yourself, your Queen, your fon.

Lord. For her, my Lord,
I dare my life lay down, and will do't, Sir,
Please you t'accept it, that the Queen is spotless
I'th' eyes of heaven, and to you, (I mean,
In this which you accuse her.)

Ant, If it prove
She's otherwise, I'll keep my ftables where
I lodge my wife, I'll go in couples with her :
Than when I feel, and lee her, no farther crust her;
For every inch of woman in the world,
Ay, every dram of woinan's flesh is false,
If the be.

Lio. Hold your peaces.
Lord. Good my Lord,

Ant. It is for you we speak, not for ourselves :
You are abus'd, and by fome putter on,
That will le damn'd forc; 'would, I knew the villain,
I would land-damn him: be she honour-flaw'd,
I have three daughters; the eldest is eleven; (9)

The (9) I have three daughters; the eldest is eleven;

Tbe jecond and tbe third, nine; and fons five;

If this piove true, they'll pay for's ] The 2d folio edition jed Mr. R que fi:4 inadvertently to fix five sons upon Antimurus, more than the Puet ever delizn’d him: and Mr. Pope ftumblej in.plicitly

The second, and the third, nine, and some five;
If this prove true, they'll pay for't. By mine honoer,
I'll geld 'em all : fourteen they shall not see,
To bring false generations : they are co-heirs,
And I had rather glib myself, than they
Should cot produce fair issue.

Leo. Ceafe ; no more :
You smell this business with a fense as cold
As is a dead man's nose; I see's and feel't,
As you feel doing thus; and fee withal
The instruments that feet.

Ant. If it be fo,
We need no grave to bury honefy;
There's not a grain of it, the face to fweeten
Of the whole dungy earth.

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 suspicions
Be blam'd for't, how you might.

Leo. Why, what need we
Commune with you of this? but rather follow
Our forceful inftigation? our prerogative
Calls not your counsels, but our natural goodnefs
Imparts this; which, if you, (or ftupified,
Or seeming so, in skill,) cannot, or will not
Relish a truth like'us; inform yourselves,
We need no more of your advice; the matter;
The loss, the gain, the ordering on't, is all
Properly ours.

Ant. And I wish, my Liege, into the mistake. But what encreases the jest, these three daughters; and five Sors were cobrirs: If this was ever according to the laws of Sicily, 'tis so peculiar, that Goltzius, Fuzellus or Cluveritis would have thought it worthy of a fort notice. But the reading of the ift fullo edition, which I have restor'd to the text, makes no mention of any sons, and so the girls remain properly coheirs; the eldest, eleven years or

age; the second, nine; and the third, some five. I'll lubjoin ise intances of this manner of expression from our Author's King Levit.

But I have a lon, Sir, by order of law, fome year elder than this; For that I am some twelve or fourteen moon lines lag of a brother? M 2


You had only in your filent judgment try'd it,
Without more overture.

Leo. How could that be?
Either thou art most ignorant by age,
Or thou were born a fool.

Camillo's flight,
Added to their familiarity,
(Which was as grofs as ever touch'd conjecture,
That lack'd fight only; nought for approbation,
But only seeing; all other circumstances
Made up to th' deed) doth path on this proceeding;
Yet for a greater confirmation,
(For, in an act of this importance, 'twere
Most piteous to be wild) I have dispatch'd in poft,

To facred Delphes, to Apollo's temple,
Cleomines and Dion, whom you know
Of stuff’d sufliciency: now, from the oracle

They will bring all: whole {piritual counsel had,
Shall stop, or spur me. Have I done well?

Lord. Well done, my Lord.

Leo. Tho' I am fatisfy'd, and need no more
Than what I know, yet Mall the oracle
Give rest to th' minds of others; such as he,
Whose ignorant credulity will not
Come up to th' truth. So have we thought it good
From our free person she should be confind;
Left that the treachery of the two, fled hence,
Re left her to periorm. Come, follow us,
We are to speak in publick; for this business
Will raise us all.

Ant. To laughter, as I take it,
If the good truth were known.'

[Exceurt. SCENE changes to a Prison.

Erter Paulina and a Gentleman.
Paul. HE keeper of the prison, call to him:

[Exit Gentleman Iet bim have knowledge who I am.

Good Lady,
No court in E: ope is too good for thee ;
What dot thou then in prison. now, good Sir,
You know me, do you not?



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