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So like to him that got it, if thou hast
A gross hag!
Hang all the husbands,
Once more, take her hence.
I'll have thee burn'd.
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
your queen (Not able to produce more accusation Than your own weak-hing'd fancy,) something
Of tyranny, and will ignoble inake you,
On your allegiance,
Paul. 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,
7 The colour of jealousy.
8 Worthless fellow.
Will never do him good, not one of you.
I did not, sir :
We can; my royal liege,
Leon. You are liars all. 1 Lord. 'Beseech your highness, give us better
credit: We have always truly serv'd you ; and beseech So to esteem of us : And on our knees we beg, (As recompense of our dear services, Past, and to come,) that
do change this purpose; Which, being so horrible, so bloody, must Lead on to some foul issue : We all kneel.
Leon. 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 bastard's life :-for 'tis a bastard, So sure as this beard's grey,--what will you
adventure To save this brat's life? Ant.
Any thing, my lord,
Leon. It shall be possible : Swear by this sword,
I will, my lord. Leon. Mark, and perform it; (seest thou?) for the
fail Of any point in't 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 liegeman to us, that thou carry This female bastard hence; and that thou bear it To some remote and desert place, quite out Of our dominions; and that there thou leave it, Without more mercy, to its own protection, And favour of the climate. As by strange fortune It came to us, I do in justice charge thee, On thy soul's peril, and thy body's torture, That thou commend it strangely to some place,'
9 It was anciently a practice to swear by the cross at the hilt of a sword.
11. e, Commit it to some place as a stranger.
Where chance may nurse, or end it: Take it up,
Ant. I swear to do this, though 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 savageness aside, have done Like offices of pity.--Sir, be prosperous In more than this deed doth require! and blessing, Against this cruelty, fight on thy side, Poor thing, condemn'd to loss!
[Erit, with the Child. Leon.
No, I'll not rear Another's issue.
1 Atten. Please your highness, posts, From those you sent to the oracle, are come An hour since: Cleomenes and Dion, Being well arriv'd from Delphos, are both landed, Hasting to the court. i Lord.
So please you, sir, their speed Hath been beyond account. Leon.
Twenty-three days They have been absent: 'Tis good speed; foretels, The great Apollo suddenly will have The truth of this appear. Prepare you lords; Summon a session, that we may arraign Our most disloyal lady: for, as she hath Been publickly accus'd, so shall she have A just and open trial. While she lives, My heart will be a burden to me. Leave me; And think upon my bidding.
SCENE I. The same.
A Street in some Town.
Enter Cleomenes and Dien.
I shall report,
Of the grave wearers. O, the sacrifice !
But, of all, the burst
If the event o'the journey
Dion. The violent carriage of it
3 i. e. Our journey has recompensed us the time we spent in it.