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Than you are mad; which is enough, I'll warrant,
As this world goes, to pass for honeft.
Will you not push her out? give her the bastard :
Thou, dotard, -that art woman-tyr'd, unroosted
By thy dame Partlet here, - take up the bastard ;
Take't up, I say ; give't to thy croan.
PAU. For ever
Unvenerable be thy hands, if thou
Tak'it up the princess, by that forced baseness
Which he has put upon't !
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 traitors!
Ant. I am none, by this good light.
Pav. Nor I; nor any,
But one, that's here ; and that's himself: for he
The facred honour of himself, his queen's,
His hopeful son's, this babe's, betrays to slander,
Whose sting is sharper than the sword's; and will not
(For, as the case now stands, it is a curse
He cannot be compellid to't) once remove
The root of his opinion, which is rotten,
As ever oak, or stone, was found.
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 issue of Polixenes : Hence with it; and, together with the dam, Commit them to the fire.
Pau. It is yours;
And, might we lay the old proverb to your charge,
So like you, 'tis the worse. - Behold, my lords;
Although the 7 print be little, the whole matter
And copy of the father : eye, nose, lip,
The triek of's frown, his forehead ; nay, the vallies;
The pretty dimples, of his chin, and cheek;
The very mold and frame of hand, nail, finger :
And, thou, good goddess nature, which haft made it
So like to him that got it, if thou haft
The ordering of the mind too, 'mongst all colours
No yellow in't ; left she suspect, as he does,
Her children not her husband's !
LEO. A grofs hag!
And, lozel, thou art worthy to be hang'd,
That wilt not stay her tongue.
Ant. Hang all the husbands
That cannot do that feat, you'll leave yourself
Hardly one subject.
Leo. Once more, take her hence.
Pav. A most unworthy and unnatural lord Can do no more.
LEO. I'll ha' thee burnt.
Pav. I care not :
It is an heretick, that makes the fire ;
Not fhe, which burns in't. I'll not call you tyrant;
But this most cruel usage of your queen
(Not able to produce more accusation
Than your own weak-hing d fancy) something favours
Of tyranny, and will ignoble make you,
Yea, scandalous to the world.
Leo. On your allegiance,
Out of the chamber with her. Were I a tyrant,
Where were her life? The durft not call me sa,
If he did know me one. Away with her.
Pav. I pray you, do not push me; I'll be gone.--
Look to your babe, my lord ; 'tis yours : Jove send her
A better guiding spirit! - What need these hands?
You, that are thus so tender o'er his follies,
Will never do him good, not one of you.
So, so: _Farewel ; we are gone. [Exit PAULINA,
Leo. Thou, traitor, haft set on thy wife to this.
My child ? away with’t !- even thou, that hast
A heart so tender o'er it, take it hence,
And see it instantly consum'd with fire ;
Even thou, and none but thou. Take it up straight :
Within this hour bring me word 'tis done,
(And by good teftimony) or l'll seize thy life,
With what thou else call'st thine: If thou refuse,
And wilt encounter with my wrath, say so;
The bastard brains with these my proper
Shall I dash out. Go, take it to the fire ;
For thou sett'st on thy wife.
Ant. I did not, fir:
These lords, my noble fellows, if they please,
Can clear me in't.
1. L. We can; my royal liege,
He is not guilty of her coming hither.
Leo. You're lyars all.
1. L. 'Beseech your highness, give us better credit :
We have always truly serv'd you; and beseech,
So to esteem of us : And on our knees we beg,
(As recompence of our dear services,
Paft, and to come) that you do change this purpose;
Which being so horrible, so bloody, must
Lead on to some foul iffue : We all kneel.
LEO. I am a feather for each wind that blows:
Shall I live on, to see this baftard kneel
And call me father? better burn it now,
Than curse it then. But, be it; let it live.
It shall not neither : _You, fir, come you hither ;
You, that have been so tenderly officious,
With lady Margery, your midwife, there,
To save this baftard's life, - for 'tis a bastard,
So fure as this T beard's grey, what will you adventure,
To save this brat's life.
Ant. Any thing, my lord,
That my ability may undergo,
And nobleness impose : at least, thus much;
pawn the little blood which I have left, To save the innocent : any thing possible.
Leo. It shall be possible : Swear by this T sword, Thou wilt perform my bidding.
Ant. I will, my lord.
Leo. Mark, and perform it, (see'st thou ?) for the fail Of a
any point in't shall not only be
Death to thyself, but to thy lewd-tongu'd wife;
Whom, for this time, we pardon. We enjoin thee,
As thou art liegeman to us, that thou carry
This female bastard hence ; and that thou bear it
To fome remote and desart place, quite out
Of our dominions; and that there thou leave it,
Without more mercy, to it's own protection,
And favour of the climate : As by strange fortune
It came to us, I do in justice charge thee,
On thy soul's peril, and thy body's torture,
That thou commend it ftrangely to some place,
Where chance may nurse, or end it: Take it up,
Ant. I swear to do this ; though a present death Had been more merciful.- Come Ton, poor babe : Some powerful spirit instruct the kites, and ravens, To be thy nurses! wolves, and bears, they say, (Casting their favageness aside) have done Like offices of pity.- Sir, be prosperous In more than this deed does require ! and blessing, Againft this cruelty, fight on thy fide, Poor thing, condemn’d to lofs !' [Exit, with the Child:
Leo. No, I'll not rear
2. A. 'Please your highness, posts,
From those you sent to the oracle, are come
An hour since: Cleomenes, and Dion,
Being well arriv'd from Delphos, are both landed,
Hafting to the court.
1. L. So please you, sir, their speed Hath been beyond account.
Leo. Twenty three days
They have been absent : 'Tis good speed ; foretelfs,
The great Apollo suddenly will have
The truth of this appear. Prepare you, lords ;
Summon a session, that we may arraign
· Our most disloyal lady: for, as she hath
Been publickly accus'd, so Thall The have
A just and open trial. While she lives,
My heart will be a burthen to me. Leave me ;
And think upon my bidding.