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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
shall know, your mistress Has deserv'd prison, then abound in tears, As I come out; this action, I now go on, Is for my better grace.--Adieu, my lord: I never wish'd to see you sorry; now, 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
tice Prove violence; in the which three great ones
suffer, Yourself, your queen, your son. 1 Lord.
For her, my lord,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.
Ant. She's otherwise, I'll keep my stables where I lodge my wife; I'll go in couples with her; Than when I feel, and see her, no further trust
her; For every inch of woman in the world,
If it prove
Ay, every dram of woman's flesh, is false,
Leon. Hold your peaces.
Cease; no more.
What! lack I credit?
Why, what need we
If it be so,
Commune with you of this, but rather follow
And I wish, my liege,
How could that be?
ing: Yet, for a greater confirmation, (For, in an act of this importance, 'twere Most piteous to be wild,) I have despatch'd in post, To sacred Delphos, to Apollo's temple, Cleomenes and Dion, whom you know Of stuff’d sufficiency: Now, from the oracle They will bring all; whose spiritual counsel had, Shall stop, or spur me.
Have I done well? 1 Lord. Well done, my lord.
Leon. Though I am satisfied, and need no more Than what I know, yet shall the oracle
Give rest to the minds of others; such as he,
Ant. [Aside.] To laughter, as I take it,
THE OUTER ROOM OF A PRISON.
Enter Paulina and Attendants. Paul. The keeper of the prison,-call to him;
[Erit an Attendant, Let him have knowledge who I am.-Good lady! No court in Europe is too good for thee, What dost thou then in prison?-Now, good sir,
Re-enter Attendant, with the Keeper.
For a worthy lady,
Pray you then, Conduct me to the queen.
Keep. I may not, madam; to the contrary
To lock up honesty and honour from
Keep. So please you, madam, to put
pray you now, call her. Withdraw yourselves.
[Exeunt Attend. Keep. .
Paul. Well, be it so, pr’ythee. [Exit Keeper.
Re-enter Keeper, with Emilia. Dear gentlewoman, how fares our gracious lady?
Emil. As well as one so great, and so forlorn,
Paul. A boy?
A daughter; and a goodly babe,
I dare be sworn:These dangerous unsafe lunes o'the king! beshrew
them! He must be told on’t, and he shall: the office Becomes a woman best; I'll take't upon me: If I prove honey-mouth'd, let my tongue blister;