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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

you

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

my lord,

Ay, every dram of woman's flesh, is false,
If she be.

Leon. Hold your peaces.
1 Lord.

Good
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,
To bring false generations: they are co-heirs;
And I had rather glib myself, than they
Should not produce fair issue.
Leon.

Cease; no more.
You smell this business with a sense as cold
As is a dead man's nose: I see't, and feel't,
As you feel doing thus; and see withal
The instruments that feel.

Ant.
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?
i 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

If it be so,

.

Commune with you of this, but rather follow
Our forceful instigation? Our prerogative
Calls not your counsels; but our natural goodness
Imparts this: which,-if you (or stupified,
Or seeming so in skill,) cannot, or will not,
Relish as truth, like us; inform yourselves,
We need no more of your advice: the matter,
The loss, the gain, the ordering on't, is all
Properly ours.
Ant.

And I wish, my liege,
You had only in your silent judgment tried it,
Without more overture.
Leon.

How could that be?
Either thou art most ignorant by age,
Or thou wert born a fool. Camillo's flight,
Added to their familiarity,
(Which was as gross as ever touch'd conjecture,
That lack'd sight only, nought for approbation,
But only seeing, all other circumstances
Made up to the deed,) doth push on this proceed-

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,
Whose ignorant credulity will not
Come up to the truth: So have we thought it good,
From our free person she should be confin'd;
Lest that the treachery of the two, fled hence,
Be left her to perform. Come, follow us;
We are to speak in publick: for this business
Will raise us all.

Ant. [Aside.] To laughter, as I take it,
If the good truth were known.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.

/

THE SAME.

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.
You know me, do you not?
Keep.

For a worthy lady,
And one whom much I honour.
Paul.

Pray you then, Conduct me to the queen.

Keep. I may not, madam; to the contrary
I have express commandment.
Paul.

Here's ado,

To lock up honesty and honour from
The access of gentle visitors! Is it lawful,
Pray you, to see her women? any of them?
Emilia?

Keep. So please you, madam, to put
Apart these your attendants, I shall bring
Emilia forth.
Paul. I

pray you now, call her. Withdraw yourselves.

[Exeunt Attend. Keep. .

And, madam,
I must be present at your conference.

Paul. Well, be it so, pr’ythee. [Exit Keeper.
Here's such ado to make no stain a stain,
As passes colouring

Re-enter Keeper, with Emilia. Dear gentlewoman, how fares our gracious lady?

Emil. As well as one so great, and so forlorn,
May hold together: On her frights, and griefs,
(Which never tender lady hath borne greater,)
She is, something before her time, deliver'd.

Paul. A boy?
Emil.

A daughter; and a goodly babe,
Lusty, and like to live: the queen receives
Much comfort in't: says, My poor prisoner,
I am innocent as you.
Paul.

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;

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