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Leo. A neft, of traytors !
Ant. I am none, by this good light.

Paul. 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 son's, his babe's, betrays to flander,
Whose sting is sharper than the swords; and will not
(For as the case now stands, it is a curse
He cannot be compelld 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.

Paul. It is your's;
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 mold and frame of hand, nail, finger.
And thou, good goddess Nature, which haft made it
So like to him that got it, if thou hart
'The ordering of the mind too, 'mongft all colours
No yellow in't; left fhe fufpe&, as he does,
Her children not her husband's.

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
Hardly one fubject.

Les. Once more, take her hence.

Paul. A most unworthy and unnatural Lord. Can do no more.

Leo. I'll ha' thee turnt.

Paul. I care not ;
It is an heritick that makes the fire,
Not The which burns in't. I'll not call you tyrant,
But this moft cruel usage of your Queen
(Not able to produce more accusation
Than your own weak-hing'd fancy) fomething favours,
Of tyranny; and will ignoble make you,
Yea, scandalous to the world.

Leo. On your allegiance,
Out of the chamber with her. Were La tyrant,
Where were her life? the durft not cali me 10,
If she 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 your's: Jove lend her
A better guiding spirit! What need these hands do
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..

[Exit. Leo. Thou, traytor, haft set on thy wife to this. My child ? away with't. Even thou, thou that hasti A heart so tender o'er it, take it hence,. And see it instantly consum'd with fire; Even thou, and none but thoito Take it up ftraight: Within this hour bring me word done, And by good testimony, or I'll seize thy life, With what thou else, call't thine: if thou refules And wilt encounter with my wrath, say fo: The bastard brains with these

my proper hands
Shall I dash out: go take it to the fire,
For thou seti'lt on thy wife.

Ant. I did not, Sir:
These lords, my noble fellows, if they pleals;;
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 Highness give us bette: credit We've always truly serv'd, you, and beseech you So to eleem of us : and on our knees wa big, (As recompence of our dear services.


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Paft, 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 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 shall not neither. - You, Sir, come you hither;

[To Antigonus.
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 grey) what will you adventure
To save this brat'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 poifible.

Leo. It shall be poffible; swear by this sword,
Thou wilt perform my bidding.

Ant. I will, my Lord.

Leo. Mark and perform it; feeft thou? for the fail
Of any point in': shall not only be
Death to thyself, but to thy lewd-tongu'd wife,
Whom for this time we pardon. We enjoin thee,
As thou art liege-man to us, that thou carry
'This female battard hence, and that thou bear it
To some remote and desart place, quite out
Of our dominions; and that there thou leave ii,
(Without more mercy,) to it's own protection
And favour of the climate. As by strange fortune
It came to us, I do in justice charge thee,
On thy foul's peril and thy body's torture,
That thou commend it strangely to some place,
Where Chance may nurse, or end it. Take it up.

Ant. I fivear 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,



(Casting their favageness aside) have done
Like offices of pity. Sir, be profperous
In more than this deed does require ; and blessing,
Against this cruelty, fight on thy fide!
Poor thing, condemn’d to loss.-- (Exit, with the child..

Leo. No; I'll not rear
Another's iffae.

Enter a Messenger.
Mes. Please your Highness, posts,
From those you sent to th' oracle, are come
An hour since. Cleomines and Dion,
Being well arriv'd from Delphos, are both landed; ,
Hasting to th' court.

Lord. So please you, Sir, their speed
Hath been beyond account.

Leo. Twenty-three days They have been absent: this good speedforetels, The great Apollo suddenly will have The truth of this appear. Prepare you, Lords, Summon a session, that we may arraignOur most dilloyal Lady; for as the hath Been publickly accus'd, fo fhall she have A just and open trial. While she lives, My heart will be a burden to me. And think upon my bidding. [Exeunt, severally,

Leave me,

SCENE, a Part of Sicily near the Sea-side.

Enter. Cleomines and Dion.

HE climate's delicate, the air most sweet, (12),

Fertile the ille, the temple much surpassing
The common praise it bears.

Dion. (12) The climate's delicate, the air most weet, Fertile the ide -] I must fubjoin a very reasonable con



Dion. I Mall report, (13). For most it caught me, the celestial habits, jecture of my friend upon this passage. « But the temple of Apollo at Delpbi was not in an island, but in Pbocis on the continent... “It's plain, the blundering transcriber's had their heads running on.. “ Delos, an island of the Cyclades. So that the true reading is un“ doubtedly;

The climate's delicate, the air moff sweet,

Fertile obe soil; of Soil might with a very easy transposition of the letters be corrupted «s 10 ife. But the true reading manjfests itself likewise on this ac« count; that, in a description, the sweetness of air, and fertility of foil, is much more terfe and elegant than air and ifle.

Mr, Warburton. But to confess the truth, I am very suspicious that our author, noto. withstanding, wrote ise, and for this reason. The ground-work and incidents of his play are taken from an old story, callid, The pleasant. and delectable History of Dorastus and Fawnia ; written by Mr. Robert Green, a Master of Arts in Cambridge, in the reign of Queen Elizabeth: and there the Queen begs of her Lord, in tbe rage of his jealousy, That it would please bis Majesly to send fix of bis Nobles, wbom be best trufled, so the isle of Delphos, ibere to enguire of the oracle of Apollo, &č. Another palpable absurdity our author has copied from the same Tale, in making Bubemia a maritime country, which is known to be. inland, and in the heart of the main continent.

(13) Dion.

I shall reports

For most it caught me, &c.]. What will he report? And what means this reason of his report, vize that the celestial babits first caught his observation? I do not know, whether his declaration of reporting, be more obscure, or his reason for it more ridiculous. The speaker seems to be under those circumstances, which his brother am. bassador in the next speech talks of,

So urpriz'd my sease, ibat I was nothing. But if we may suppose him recover'd from his surprize, we may be. afsur'd he said;

- It shames reporta, Foremost it caught me, the celestial habits, &c. Cleomines had faid, the temple much surpass’d the common praise itbore, Dion replies, Yes, it fames report by so far exceeding what report had pretended to lay of it: and then goes on to particularize the wonders of the place. The first thing, says he, that struck me was the priest's habits, &c. And, by the bve, it is worth observing). that the wonders are particulariz'd in their exact order: first, the hao bits of the priests, who were ready to meet enquirers; then, the. priefts behaviour; then, the sacrifice; and then, the pronouncing toe oracle. The reader may see Van Dale de Oraculis Ethnicorum; and bg satisfied of thise

Mr. Warburton,


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