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Leo. A neft, of traytors !
Paul. Nor I; nor any
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;
Leo. A grofs hag!
Ant. Hang all, the husbands,
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 ;
Leo. On your allegiance,
Away with her.
[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 it.is 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
Ant. I did not, Sir:
Lord. We can; my, royal Liege,
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.
Paft, and to come) that you do change this purpose,
Leo. I am a feather for each wind that blows:
Ant. Any thing, my Lord,
Leo. It shall be poffible; swear by this sword,
Ant. I will, my Lord.
Leo. Mark and perform it; feeft thou? for the fail
Ant. I fivear to do this : tho'a present death
(Casting their favageness aside) have done
Leo. No; I'll not rear
Enter a Messenger.
Lord. So please you, Sir, their speed
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,
Enter. Cleomines and Dion.
Fertile the ille, the temple much surpassing
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.
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