Acquaint the Queen of your most noble offer, Pau. Tell her, Emilia, I'll ufe that tongue I have; if wit flow from't Emil. Now be you bleft for it! I'll to the Queen: pleafe you, come fomething nearer. Goa. Madam, if't please the Queen to fend the babe, I know not what I fhall incur to pass it, Having no warrant. Pau. You need not fear it, Sir; The child was prifoner to the womb, and is Pau. Do not you fear; upon mine honour, I SCENE IV. The Palace. [Exeunt. Enter Leontes, Antigonus, Lords and other Artendants. Leo. Nor night, nor day, no reft; it is but weakness To bear the matter thus; meer weakness, if The cause were not in being; part o'th' cause She, the adult'refs; for the harlot-King Is quite beyond mine arm; out of the blank And level of my brain; plot-proof; but the I can hook to me: fay that she were gone, Given to the fire, a moiety of my reft Might come to me again. Who's there? Enter an Attendant. Atten. My Lord. Leo. How does the boy? Atten. He took good rest To-night, 'tis hop'd, his fickness is discharg'd. Leo. To fee his nobleness! Conceiving the difhonour of his mother, He He ftraight declin'd, and droop'd, took it moft deeply, And down-right languifh'd. Leave me folely; go, Laugh at me, make their paftime at my forrow; SCENE V. Enter Paulina with a child. Pau. Nay rather, good my Lords, be fecond to me: Than the Queen's life? a gracious innocent foul, Ant. That's enough. Atten. Madam, he hath not slept to-night; commanded None fhould come at him. Pau. Not fo hot, good Sir, I come to bring him fleep. 'Tis such as you Do come with words, as medicinal, as true; Leo. What noise there, ho? Pau. No noife, my Lord, but needful conference, About fome goffips for your Highness. Leo. How? Away with that audacious Lady. Antigonus, I charg'd thee that she should not come about me. Ant. I told her fo, my Lord, On your difpleafure's peril and on mine, VOL. IV. D She She fhould not vifit you. Leo. What? canft not rule her? Pau. From all dishonesty he can in this, Ant. Lo-you now, you hear, When the will take the rein, I let her run, Pau. Good my Liege, I come And I beseech you hear me, who profefs Leo. Good Queen? Pau. Good Queen, my Lord, And would by combat make her good, fo were 1 Leo. Force her hence, Pau. Let him that makes but trifles of his eyes Leo. Out! [Laying down the child. A mankind witch! hence with her out o' door: A moft intelligencing bawd. Pau. Not fo, I am as ignorant in that as you, In fo intit❜ling me; and no lefs honeft Than you are mad; which is enough, I'll warrant, Leo. Traytors! Will you not push her out? give her the baftard. [To Ant. Thou dotard, thou art woman-tyr'd; unroofted By thy dame Partlet here. Take up the bastard, Take't Take't up, I fay, give't to thy croan, Pau. For ever Unvenerable be thy hands, if thou Tak'ft up the Princefs, by that forced baseness Leo. He dreads his wife. Pau. So I would you did: then 'twere past all doubt You'd call your children yours. Leo. A neft of traytors! Ant. I am none by this good light. Pau. Nor I; nor any But one that's here; and that's himself. For he, His hopeful fon's, his babe's, betrays to flander, Leo. A callat Of boundless tongue, who late hath beat her husband, And now baits me! This brat is none of mine, It is the iffué of Polixenes. Hence with it, and together with the dam, Pau. It is yours; And, might we lay th' old proverb to your charge, The trick of's frown, his forehead, nay, the valleys, The ordering of the mind too, 'mongst all colours Leo. A grofs hag! And, lozel, thou art worthy to be hang'd, D 2 That That wilt not ftay her tongue. Ant. Hang all the husbands That cannot do that feat, you'll leave your felf Leo. Once more take her hence. Pau. A moft unworthy and unnatural Lord Can do no more Leo. I'll ha' thee burnt. Pau. I care not; It is an heretick that makes the fire, Not the which burns in't. I'll not call you tyrant, (Not able to produe more accufation Than your own week-hing'd fancy) fomething favours Leo. On your allegiance, Out of the chamber with her. Were I a tyrant, Pau. I pray you, do not push me, I'll be gone. Will never do him good, not one of you. So, fo, farewel, we are gone. SCENE VI. Leo. Thou, traytor, haft set on thy wife to this. [Exit. Even thou, and none but thou. Take it up fraight: And by good teftimony, or I'll feize Thy life, with all that's thine: if thou refuse, Ant. I did not, Sir': The |