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Free'd and enfranchis'd: not a party to
Keep. I do believe it.
Do not you fear: upon
Enter LEONTES, ANTIGONUS, Lords, and other
[Advancing Leon. How does the boy? 1 Atten.
He took good rest to-night; 'Tis hop'd, his sickness is discharg'd.
8 Mark and aim,
Conceiving the dishonour of his mother,
thought of him ;-
Enter PAULINA, with a Child. 1 Lord.
You must not enter. Paul. Nay, rather, good my lords, be second to
Fear you his tyrannous passion more, alas,
commanded None should come at him. Paul.
Not so hot, good sir;
Nourish the cause of his awaking: I
What noise there, ho?
I told her so, my lord,
What, canst not rule her? Paul. From all dishonesty, he can : in this, (Unless he take the course that you
Lo you now; you hear!
Good my liege, I come, --
appear so, in comforting your evils,' Than such as most seem yours :
" Abetting your ill courses.
And would by combat make her good, so were I
Force her hence.
[Laying down the Child, Leon.
Out! A mankind 3 witch! Hence with her, out o' door: A most intelligencing bawd! Paul.
Not so: I am as ignorant in that, as you In so entitling me: and no less honest Than you are mad; which is enough, I'll warrant, As this world goes, to pass for honest. Leon.
Traitors! Will you not push her out? Give her the bastard :Thou, dotard, [TO ANTIGONUS.] thou art woman
tir'd, 4 unroosted
He dreads his wife.
5 Worn-out old woman.
Nor I; nor any,
Paul. So, I would, you did ; then, 'twere past all
doubt, You'd call
A nest of traitors! Ant. I am none, by this good light.
Paul. 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 slander, Whose sting is sharper than the sword's; and will not (For, as the case 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 sound. Leon.
yours; And, might we lay the old proverb to your charge, So like you, 'tis the worse. --Behold, my lords, Although the print be little, the whole matter And copy
of the father : eye, nose, lip, The trick of his frown, his forehead; nay, the valley, The pretty dimples of his chin, and cheek; his
smiles; The very mould and frame of hand, nail, finger: And, thou, good goddess nature, which hast made it