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And never to my red-look'd anger be
Most worthy madam,
Tell her, Emilia, I'll use that tongue I have: if wit flow from it, As boldness from my bosom, let it not be doubted I shall do good. Emil.
Now be you blest for it! I'll to the queen: Please you, come something
Keep. Madam, if't please the queen to send the
You need not fear it, sir:
By law and process of great nature, thence
Keep. I do believe it.
Do not you fear: upon Mine honour, I will stand 'twixt you and danger.
A ROOM IN THE PALACE.
Enter Leontes, Antigonus, Lords, and other
Attendants, Leon. Nor niglit, nor day, no rest: It is but
weakness To bear the matter thus; mere weakness, if The cause were not in being ;-part o’the cause, She, the adultress ;—for the harlot king Is quite beyond mine arın, out of the blank And level of my brain, plot-proof: but she I can hook to me: Say, that she were gone, Given to the fire, a moiety of ту
rest Might come to me again. Who's there? 1 Atten.
[advancing Leon. How does the boy? 1 Atten.
He took good rest to-night; 'Tis hop'd, his sickness is discharg’d.
He straight declin'd, droop’d, took it deeply;
thought of him;-
Enter Paulina, with a Child. 1 Lord.
You must not enter. Paul. Nay, rather, good my lords, be second to
his tyrannous passion more, alas, Than the queen's life? a gracious innocent soul; More free, than he is jealous. Ant.
That's enough. 1 Atten. Madam, he hath not slept to-night;
commanded None should come at him. Paul.
Not so hot, good sir; I come to bring him sleep. 'Tis such as you,That creep like shadows by him, and do sigh At each his needless heavings, such as you Nourish the cause of his awaking: I Do come with words as med'cinal as true;
Honest, as either; to purge him of that humour,
What noise there, ho?
I told her so, my lord,
What, canst not rule her?
you now; you hear!
Good my liege, I come, -
say, good queen; And would by combat make her good, so were I A man, the worst about you.
Force her hence. Paul. Let him, that makes but trifles of his eyes, First hand me: on mine own accord, I'll off; But, first, I'll do my errand.—The good queen, For she is good, hath brought you forth a daughter; Here ’tis; commends it to your blessing.
[Laying down the child. Leon.
Out! A mankind 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, unroosted By thy dame Partlet here,—take up the bastard; Take't
say; give't to thy crone.
He dreads his wife.
doubt, You'd call
A nest of traitors!
Nor I; nor any,