How bless'd am I Leon. The abhorr'd ingredient to his eye, make known spider. Camillo was his help in this, his pander:- Remain a pinch'd thing; yea, a very trick For them to play at will:-How came the posterns So easily open? 1 Lord. By his great authority; Which often hath no less prevail'd than so, On your command. Give me the boy; I am glad, you did not nurse him: Though he does bear some signs of me, yet you Her. What is this? sport?" Leon. 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 my saying, Howe'er you lean to the nay word. Leon. You, my lords, Look on her, mark her well; be but about The justice of your hearts will thereto add, 'Tis pity, she's not honest, 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:-O, I am out, That mercy does; for calumny will sear Virtue itself:-these shrugs, these hums, and ha's, When you have said, she's goodly, come between, Ere you can say she's honest: But it be known, From him that has most cause to grieve it should be, She's an adultress. Her. Should a villain say so, The most replenish'd villain in the world, Leon. You have mistook, my lady, More, she's a traitor; and Camillo is A federary with her; and one that knows Her. No, by my life, Privy to none of this: How will this grieve you, When 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. Leon. No, no; if I mistake A schoolboy's top.-Away with her to prison: Her. There's some ill planet reigns: I must be patient, till the heavens look With an aspéct more favourable.-Good my lords, I am not prone to weeping, as our sex Commonly are; the want of which vain dew, With thoughts so qualified as your charities Shall best instruct you, measure me;-and so The king's will be perform'd! Leon. Shall I be heard? [To the guards. Her. Who is't, that goes with me?-'beseech your highness, My women may be with me; for, you see, My plight requires it. Do not weep, good fools; There is no cause: when you shall know, your mis tress Has deserv'd prison, then abound in tears, I trust, I shall. -My women, come; you have leave. Leon. Go, do our bidding; hence. [Exeunt Queen and Ladies. 1 Lord. 'Beseech your highness, call the queen again. Ant. Be certain what you do, sir; lest your jus I dare my life lay down, and will do't, sir, Please you to accept it, that the queen is spotless I'the eyes of heaven, and to you; I mean, In this which you accuse her. If it prove Ant. I lodge my wife; I'll go in couples with her; her; For every inch of woman in the world, Ay, every dram of woman's flesh, is false, If she be. Leon. 1 Lord. Hold your peaces. Good my lord, Ant. It is for you we speak, not for ourselves: You are abus'd, and by some putter-on, That will be damn'd for't; 'would I knew the villain, I would land-damn him: Be she honour-flaw'd,I have three daughters; the eldest is eleven; The second, and the third, nine, and some five; If this prove true, they'll pay for't: by mine ho nour, I'll geld them all; fourteen they shall not see, Should not produce fair issue. Leon. Cease; no more. You smell this business with a sense as cold Ant. If it be so, We need no grave to bury honesty; There's not a grain of it, the face to sweeten Of the whole dungy earth. Leon. What! lack I credit? 1 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 suspicion; Be blam'd for't how you might. Leon. Why, what need we |