Re-enter Gentleman with the Goaler.

Goa. For a worthy Lady,

And one whom much I honour.

Paul. Pray you then,

Conduct me to the Queen.

Goa. I may not, Madam,

To the contrary I have exprefs commandment.

Paul. Here's ado to lock up honefty and honour from Th' accefs of gentle vifitors! Is't lawful, pray you, To fee her women? any of them? Emilia?

Goa. So please you, Madam,

To put a part thefe your attendants, I

Shall bring Emilia forth.

Paul. I pray you now, call her :

Withdraw yourselves.

Goa. And, Madam,

I must be prefent at your conference.

Paul. Well; be it fo, pr'ythee.

Enter Emilia.

[Exeunt Gent. &c.

Here's fuch ado to make no ftain a flain,
As paffes colouring. Dear gentlewoman,
How fares our gracious Lady?

Emil. As well, as one fo great and fo forlorn
May hold together; on her frights and griefs,
(Which never tender Lady hath borne greater,).
She is, fomething before her time, deliver'd.
Paul. A boy?

Emil. A daughter, and a goodly babe,
Lufty, and like to live: the Queen receives
Much comfort in't. Says, my poor prifoner,

I'm innocent as you.

Paul. I dare be fworn:

Thefe dangerous, unfafe lunes i'th' King! befhrew

them, (10)

(10) Thefe dang'rous unfafe Lunes i'th King!


] I have no where, but in our author, obferv'd this word adopted in curtongue, to figuity, frenzy, lunacy, But it is a mode of expreflion with the


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He must be told on't, and he fhall; the office
Becomes a woman beft. I'll take't upon me.
If I prove honey-mouth'd, let my tongue blifter;
And never to my red-look'd anger be

The trumpet any more! Pray you, Emilia,
Commend my beft obedience to the Queen,
If the dares truft me with her little babe,
I'll fhew't the King, and undertake to be
Her advocate to th' loud'ft. We do not know,
How he may foften at the fight o'th' child ;
The filence often of pure innocence
Perfuades, when speaking fails.

Emil. Moft worthy Madam,

Your honour and your goodness is so evident,
That your free undertaking cannot mifs
A thriving ife: there is no Lady living

So meet for this great errand. Please your Ladyfhip
To vifit the next room, I'll presently

Acquaint the Queen of your most noble offer,

Who but to-day hammer'd of this defign;

But durft not tempt a minifter of honour,
Left the fhould be deny'd.

Paul. Tell her, Emilia,

I'll ufe that tongue I have; if wit flow from't,
As boldness from my bofom, let't not be doubted
I fhall do good.

Emil. Now be you bleft for it!

I'll to the Queen: please 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.

Paul. You need not fear it, Sir;

The child was prifoner to the womb, and is
By law and procefs of great nature thence
Free'd and enfranchis'd; not a party to
The anger of the King, nor guilty of,
If any be, the trefpafs of the Queen.

French.Il y a de la lune: (i. e. He has got the moon in his head; he is frantick.) COTGRAVE. Lune. folie. Les femmes ont des lunes, dans la tete. RICHELET.


Goa. I do believe it.

Paul. Do not you fear; upon mine honour, I Will ftand 'twixt you and danger.

SCENE changes to the Palace,


Enter Leontes, Antigonus, Lords and 'other Attendants. Leo.

OR night, nor day, no reft;—it is but weakness
To bear the matter thus; mere weakness, if
The cause were not in being; part o'th' cause,
She, the adultrefs; 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 the 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 do's the boy?

Atten. He took good reft to-night; 'tis hop'd, His fickness is discharg'd.

Leo. To fee his noblesefs!

Conceiving the difhonour of his mother,
He ftraight declin'd, droop'd, took it deeply;
Fasten'd, and fix'd the fhame on't in himfelt';
Threw off his fpirit, his appet te, his fleep,
And down-right languifh'd. Leave me folely; go.
[Exit Attendant.
See how he fares.-Fy, fy, no thought of him;-
The very thought of my revenges that way
Recoil upon me; in himself too mighty,
And in his parties, his alliance; let him be,:
Until a time may ferve. For present vengeance,
Take it on her. Camillo and Polixenes
Laugh at me; make their paffime at my forrow;
They should not laugh, if I could reach them; nor
Shall fhe, within my power.

Enter Paulina, with a Child.

Lord. You must not enter.



Paul. Nay rather, good my Lords, be fecond to me; Fear you his tyrannous paffion more, alas,

Than the Queen's life? a gracious innocent foul,
More free than he is jealous.

Ant. That's enough.

Atten. [within.] Madam, he hath not flept to-night; commanded,

None fhould come at him.

Paul. Not fo hot, good Sir;

I come to bring him fleep. 'Tis fuch as you,
That creep like fhadows by him, and do figh
At each his needlefs heavings; fuch as you
Nourish the caufe of his awaking. I

Do come with words as medicinal, as true;
(Honeft, as either ;) to purge him of that humour,
That preffes him from fleep.

Leo. What noife there, ho?

Paul. 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 the fhould not come about me;
I knew, fhe would.

Ant. I told her fo, my Lord,

On your difpleasure's peril and on mine,
She should not visit you.

Leo. What? can't not rule her?

Paul. From all difhonefty he can ; in this,
(Unless he take the courfe that you have done,
Commit me, for committing honour,) trúft it,
He fhall not rule me.

Ant. Lo you now, you hear,

When she will take the rein, I let her run,
But fhe'll not ftumble.

Paul. Good my Liege, I come

And I beseech you hear me, who profess,
Myfelf your loyal fervant, your phyfician,
Your moft obedient counsellor: yet that dares
Lefs appear fo, in comforting your evils,


Than fuch as moft feems yours. I fay, I come
From your good Queen.

Leo. Good Queen ?

Paul. Good Queen, my Lord,

Good Queen, I fay, good Queen;

And would by combat make her good, fo were I
A man, the worst about you.

Leo. Force her hence.

Paul. Let him, that makes but trifles of his eyes,
Firft hand me: on mine own accord, I'll off;
But firft, I'll do
my. errand. The good Queen,
For fhe is good, hath brought you forth a daughter,
Here 'tis ; commends it to your bleffing.

Leo. Out!

[Laying down the child.

A mankind witch! (11) hence with her, out o' door :: A moft intelligencing bawd!

Paul. 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,
As this world goes, to pass for honeft.

Leo. Traitors!

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 baftard,.
Take't up, I fay; give't to thy croan..

Paul. For ever

Unvenerable be thy hands, if thou

Take'ft up the Princefs, by that forced baseness
Which he has put upon't!

Leo. He dreads his wife..

Paul. So, I would, you did: then 'twere past all doubt,. You'd call your children yours.

(11) A mankind witch!] i. e. One as bold and masculine, as if there were a man. So in B. Johnson's Silent Woman, when Morofe is teiz by his new wife's fhe-friends, he cries out in deteftation of their boldness ;, O mankind generation!

And fo Beaumont and Fletcher in their Monfieur Thomas.

I do not bleed; 'twas a found knock he gave me;

A plaguy mankind girl!

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