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Paul. A boy?
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.
I dare be sworn :-
These dangerous unsafe lunes o' the king! beshrew
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;
And never to
The trumpet any more :-Pray you, Emilia,
Commend my best obedience to the queen;
If she dares trust me with her little babe,
I'll show't the king, and undertake to be
Her advocate to th’ loudest: We do not know
How he may soften at the sight o' the child;
The silence often of pure innocence
Persuades, when speaking fails.
Most worthy madam,
Your honour, and your goodness, is so evident,
That your free undertaking cannot miss
A thriving issue; there is no lady living,
So meet for this great errand : Please your ladyship
To visit the next room, I'll presently
Acquaint the queen of your most noble offer;
Who, but to-day, hammer'd of this design;
But durst not tempt a minister of honour,
Lest she should be denied.
Tell her, Emilia,
I'll use that tougue I have: if wit flow from it,
As boldness from my bosom, let it not be doubted
I shall do good.
Now be you blest for it!
I'll to the queen : Please you, come something nearer.
Keep. Madam, if't please the queen to send the babe,
lunes] i. e. Frenzy, lunacy, French. Les femmes ont des lunes dans la tete. Richelet. It was suggested by Mr. Kemble that lunes was a Spanish term, expressing the cry of a restive mule.
I know not what I shall incur, to pass it,
Having no warrant.
Paul. You need not fear it, sir :
The child was prisoner to the womb; and is,
By law and process 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 trespass of the queen.
Keep. I do believe it.
Do not you fear: upon
Mine honour, I will stand 'twixt you and danger.
Enter Leontes, ANTIGONUS, Lords, and other
Attendants. Leon. Nor night, 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 arm, 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 my 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 hoped his sickness is discharg'd.
His nobleness !
Conceiving the dishonour of his mother,
He straight declin’d, droop'd, took it deeply;
Fasten'd and fix'd the shame on't in himself;
Threw off his spirit, his appetite, his sleep,
And level]-are terms of gunnery and mean mark and aim.--Douce.
And downright languish'd.—Leave me solely:-go,
See how he fares. [Exit Attend.}Pye, fye no thought
The very thought of my revenges that way [of him ;
Recoil upon me: in himself too mighty :
And in his parties, his alliance, -Let him be,
Until a time may serve: for present vengeance,
Take it on her. Camillo and Polixenes
Laugh at me; make their pastime at my sorrow :
They should not laugh, if I could reach them; nor
Shall she, within my power.
Enter PAULINA, with a Child. 1 Lord.
You must not enter. Paul. Nay, rather, good my lords, be second to me: Fear you 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 ; com
None should come at him.
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,
That presses him from sleep.
What noise there, ho?
Paul. No noise, my lord ; but needful conference,
About some gossips for your highness.
Away with that audacious lady: Antigonus,
I charg'd thee, that she should not come about me;
I knew, she would.
I told her so, my lord,
On your displeasure's peril, and on mine,
She should not visit you.
Leave me solely :-) That is, leave me alone.
What, canst not rule her? Paul. From all dishonesty, he can: in this, (Unless he take the course that you have done, Commit me, for committing honour,) trust it, He shall not rule me. Ant.
Lo you now; you
When she will take the rein, I let her run;
But she'll not stumble.
Good my liege, I come, -
And, I beseech
you, hear me, who profess
Myself your loyal servant, your physician,
Your most obedient counseller; yet that dare
Less appear so, in comforting your evils,
Than such as most seem yours :-I say, I come
From your good queen.
Paul. Good queen, my lord, good queen : I say, good
And would by combat make her good, so were I [queen.
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.
A mankind witch !' Hence with her, out o' door :
A most intelligencing bawd !
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,
Will you not push her out? Give her the bastard :-
comforting—] Here used in the old sense of encouraging- evils are
the worst about you.] i. e. The man of your servants, least skill'd in the use of arms.-STEEVENS.
Thou, dotard, [to ANTIGONUS,] thou art woman-tir'd,
By thy dame Partlet here,-take up the bastard;
Take't up, I say; give't to thy crone.h
Unvenerable be thy hands, if thou
Tak’st up the princess, by that forced baseness'
Which he has put upon't!
He dreads his wife.
Paul. So, I would, you did ; then 'twerė past all doubt,
You'd call your children yours.
A nest of traitors!
Ant. I am none, by this good light. -
Nor I; nor any,
But one, that's here; and that's himself: for he.
The sacred honour of himself, his queen's,
His hopeful son's, his 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 sound.
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.
And, might we lay the old proverb to your charge,
So like you, 'tis the worse.-Behold, my lords,
Although the print be little, the whole matter
And copy of the father : eye, nose, lip,
The trick of his frown, his forehead ; nay, the valley,
woman-tir'd.] i. e. Pecked by a woman; hen-pecked.