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Her. Never?

Pol. How, my lord ?
Leon. Never, but once.

What cheer? how is't with you, best brother?
Her. What ? have I twice said well? when was't Her. You look,
before?

As if you held a brow of much distraction :
I pr’ythec, tell me! Cram us with praise, and make us Are you mov'd, my lord ?
As fat as tame things ! One good deed, dying Leon. No, in good earnest.
tongneless,

How sometimes nature will betray its folly,
Slaughters a thousand, waiting upon that.

Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime
Our praises are our wages : you may ride us,

To harder bosoms! Looking on the lines
With one soft kiss, a thousand furlongs, ere

Ofmy boy's face, methoughts, I did recoil
With spur we heat an acre. But to the goal!

Twenty-three years, and saw myself unbreech'd,
My last good was, to entreat his stay;

In my green velvet coat, my dagger muzzled,
What was my first? it has an elder sister,

Lest it should bite its master, and so prove,
Or I mistake you. O, would her name were Grace! As ornaments oft do, too dangerous.
But once before I spoke to the purpose: When? How like, methought, I then was to this kernel,
Nay, let me have't; I long.

This quaslı, this gentleman :-mine honest friend,
Leon. Why, that was, when

Will you take eggs for money ?
Three crabbed months had sour'd themselves to death, Mum. No, my lord, I'll fight.
Ere I could make thee open thy white hand,

Leon. You will? why, happy man be's dole! - My
And clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter,

brother,
I am yours for ever.

Are you so fond of your young prince, as we
Her. It is Grace, indeed. -

Do seem to be of ours?
Why, lo you now, I have spoke to the purpose twice, Pol. Ifat home, sir,
The one for ever earn'd a royal husband;

He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter:
The other, for some while a friend.

Now my sworn friend, and then mine enemy,
(Giving her hand to Polixenes. My parasite, my soldier, statesman, all:
Leon. Too hot, too hot!

(Aside. He makes a July's day short as December,
To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods. And, with his varying childness, cures in me
I have tremor cordis on me:—my heart dances; Thoughts, that would thick my blood.
But not for joy,-notjoy.—This entertainment Leon. So stands this squire
May a free face put on; derive a liberty

Offic'd with me. Wetwo will walk, my lord, From heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom, And leave you to your graver steps.--Hermione, And well become the agent: it may, I grant :

How thou lov'st us, show in our brother's welcome; But to be paddling palms, and pinching fingers,

Let what is dear in Sicily, becheap! As now they are, and making practis'd

smiles, Next to thyself, and my young rover, hc's As in a looking-glass ;-and then to sigh, as 'twere Apparent to my heart. The mort o'the deer; 0, that is entertainment, ller. If you would seek us, My bosom likes not, nor my brows.-Mamillius, We are yoursi’the garden: shall's attend you there? Art thou my boy?

Leon. To your own beats dispose you: you'll be Mam. Ay, my good lord.

found, Leon. I'fecks?

Be you beneath the sky!-I am angling now, Why, that's my bawcock. What, hast smutch'd thy Though you perceive me not how I give line. nose?

Go to, go to! They say, it's a copy out of mine. Come, captain, [-1 side. Observing Polixenes und Hermione. We must be neat; not neat, but cleanly, captain : How she holds up the neb, the bill to him! And yet the steer, the heifer, and the calf,

And arms her with the boldness of a wife Are all call'd neat.--Still virginalling

To her allowing husband ! Gone already; (Observing Polixenes and Hermione. Sach-thick, knee-deep; o'er head and ears a fork’d Upon his palm?-How now, you wanton calf ? Art thou my calf?

[Exeunt Polixenes, llermione, and Attendants. Mam. Yes, if you will, my lord.

Co, play, boy, play!—thy mother plays, and I
Leon. Thou want'st a rough pash, and the shoots that Play too; but so disgrac'd a part, whose issue
I have,

Will hiss me to my grave; contempt and clamour To be full like me:— yet, they say, we are

Will be my knell.-Go, play, boy, play!—There have Almost as like, as eggs; women say so,

been,
That will say any thing: but were they false, Or I am much deceiv'd, cuckolds ere now;
As o'er-died blacks, as wind, as waters, false, Aud many a man there is, even at this present,
As dice are to be wish’d, by 0:1e that fixes

Now, while I speak this, holds his wife by the arm, No bourn 'twixt his and mine; yet were it true That little thinks, she has been sluic'd in's absence, To say this boy were like me.- Come, sir page,

And his pond fish'd by his next neighbour by Look on me with your welkin eye: sweet villain! Sir Smile, his neighbour: vay, there's comfort in’t, Most dear’st! my collop!-Can thy dam?-may't be? Whiles other men have gates;and those gates open'd, Affection! thy intention stabs the centre:

As mine, against their will: should all despair, Thou dost make possible things not so held, That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind Communicat'st with dreams ;-(How can this be?)— Would hang themselves. Physic for't there is none; With what's unreal thou coactive art,

It is a bawdy planet, that will strike And fellow'st nothing: then 'tis very credent, Where'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful, think it, Thou may'st co-join with something; and thou dost; From east, west, nortlı, and south. Be it concluded, (And that beyond commission ; and I find it,)

No barricado for a belly; know it'; And that to the infection of my brains,

It will let in and out the enemy,
And hardening of my brows.

With bag and baggage: many a thousand ofus
Pol. What meaus Sicilia?

Have the disease, and feel't not.

:-llow now, boy? Her. He something seems unsettled.

Mam. I am like you, they say.

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Leon. Why, that's some comfort.

Cannot bemute,) or thought, (for cogitation What! Camillo there?

Resides not in that man, that does not think it,) Cam. Ay, my good lord.

My wife is slippery? Ifthou wilt confess, Leon. Go play, Mamillius; thou’rt an honest man. (or else be impudently negative,

(Exit Manillius. To have nor eyes, norears, nor thought,) then say, Camillo, this great sir will get stay longer.

My wife's a hobbyhorse; deserves a name Cam. You had much ado to make his anchor hold: As rank as any flax-wench, that puts to When you cast out, it still came home.

Before her troth-plight; say it, and justify it! Leon. Didst note it?

Cam. I would not be a stander-by, to hear Cam. He would not stay at your petitions ; made My sovereign mistress clouded so, without His business more material,

My present vengeance taken. 'Shrew my heart, Leon. Didst perceive it?

You never spoke what did become you less They're here with me already; whispering, rounding, Than this; which to reiterate, were sin Siciliais a so-forth. 'Tis far gone,

As deep as that, though true. When I shall gust it last.--Hlow came't, Camillo, Leon. Is whispering nothing? That he did stay?

Is leaning cheek to cheek, is meeting noses, Cam. At the good queen's entreaty.

Kissivg with inside lip, stopping the career Leon.At the queen’s, be't: good, should be pertinent; of laughter with a sigh, (a note infallible But so it is, it is not. Was this taken

Of breaking honesty :) horsing foot on foot, By any understanding pate but thine?

Skulking in corners, wishing clocks more swift,
For thy conceitis soaking, will draw in

Tours, ininutes, noon, midnight, and all eyes blind
More than the common blocks.—Not noted, is't, With the pin and web, but theirs, theirs only,
But of the finer natures? by some severals,

That would unseen be wicked, is this nothing?
of head-piece extraordinary ? lower messes, Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing;
Perchance, are to this business purblind ; say, The covering sky is nothing; Bohemia nothing;

Cam. Business, my lord ? I think, most understand My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings,
Bohemia stays here longer.

Irthis be nothing.
Leon. lla?

Cam. Good my lord, be cur'd Cam. Stays here longer.

Of this diseas'd'opinion, and betimes; Leon. Ay, but why?

For 'tis most dangerous. Cam. To satisfy your higliness, and the entreaties Leon. Say, it be; 'tis true. Ofour most gracious mistress.

Cam. No, no, my lord. Leon. Satisfy

Leon. It is ; you lie, you lie:
The entreaties of your mistress ?-satisfy ?-

I say, thou liest, Camillo, and I hate thee,
Let that suflice. I have trusted thee, Camillo, Pronounce thee a gross lout, a mindless slave,
With all the nearest things to my heart, as well Orelse a hovering temporizer, that
My chamber-councils, wherein, priest-like, thou Canst with thine eyes at once see good and evil,
Ilåst cleans'd my bosom; I from thee departed Inclining to them both. Were my wife's liver
Thy penitent reform’d: but we have been

Infected as her life, she would not live
Deceiv'd in thy integrity, deceiv'd

The running of one glass, In that which seems so.

Cam. Who does infect her?
Cum. Be it forbid, my lord !

Leon. Why, he that wears herlike hermedal, hanging
Leon. Tho bide upon't; - thou art not honest: or, About his neck, Bohemia; who – if I
If thon inclin'st that way, thou art a coward;

Had servants true about me; that bare eyes
Which hoxes lionesty behind, restraining

To see alike mine honour as their profits,
From course requir’d: or else thou must be counted Their own particular thrifts, — they would do that,
A servant, grafted in my serious trust,

Which should undo more doing : ay, and thou,
Aud thereio negligent; or else a fool,

His cup-bearer, — whom I from meaner form
That seest a game play'd home, the rich stake drawn, Have bench’d, and rear'd to worship, who may'st see
And tak'st it all for jest.

Plainly, as heaven sees carth, and earth sees heaveu,
Cam. My gracious lord,

How I am galled, - might'st bespice a cop, I may be negligent, foolish, and fearful;

To give mine enemy a lasting wink; In every one of these no mau is free,

Which draught to me were cordial. But that his negligence, his folly, fear,

Cam. Sir, my lord, Amongst the infinite doings of the world,

I could do this; and that with no rash potion, Sometimes puts forth. In your affairs, mylord, But with a ling’ring dram, that should not work If ever I were wilful-negligent,

Maliciously like poison : but I cannot It was my folly; ifindustriously

Believe this crack to be in my dread mistress, I play'd the fool, it was my negligence,

So sovereignly beiug honourable. Not weighing well the end: if ever fearful

I have lor'd thee, To do a thing, where the issue doubted,

Leon. Make't thy question, and go rot! Whereof the execution did cry out

Dost think, I am so muddy, so unsettled, Agaiust the non-performance, 'twas a fear

To appoint myself in this vexation? sully Which oft affects the wisest: these, my lord, The purity and whiteness of my sheets, Are such allow'd infirmities, that honesty

Which to preserve, is sleep; whích being spotted,
Is never free of. But, 'beseech your grace,

Is goads, thorns, nettles, tails of wasps ?
Be plainer with me; let me know my trespass Give scandal to the blood o'the prince my son,
By its own visage! If I then deny it,

Who, I do think is mine, and love as mine, "Tis none of mine.

Without ripe moving to't? Would I do this ? Leon. Have not you seen, Camillo,

Could man so blench? (But that's past doubt : you have; or your eyeglass Cama. I innst believe you, sir; Is thicker than a cuckold's horn ;) or heard,

Ido; and will fetch off Bohemia for't: (For, 10 a vision so apparent, rumour

Provided, that, when he'sremov'd, your highness

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Will take again your queen, as yours at first;

Cam. I may not answer.
Even for your son's sake; and, thereby, for sealing Pol. A sickness caught of me, and yet I well!
The injury of toogues, in courts and kingdoms I must be answer'd. - Dost thou hear, Camillo,
Known and allied to

I cónjure thee by all the parts of man,
Leon. Thou dost advise me,

Which honour does acknowledge,—whereof the least Even so as I mine own course have set down :

Is not this suit of mine, - that thou declare, I'll give no blemish to her honour, none.

What incidency thou dost guess of harm, Cam. My lord,

Is creeping toward me; how far off, how near;
Go then ; and with a countenance as clear,

Which way to be prevented, if to be;
As friendship wears at feasts, keep with Bohemia, If not, how best to bear it.
And with your queen! I am his cup-bearer;

Cam. Sir, I'll tell you ;
If from me he have wholesome beverage,

Since I am charg'd in honour, and by him Account me not your servant!

That I think honourable: therefore, mark my counsel, Leon. This is all.

Which must be even as swiftly follow'd, as Do't, and thou hast the one half of my heart; I mean to utter it; or both yourself and me Do't not, thou split'st thine own.

Cry, lost, and so good-night.
Cam. I'll do't, my lord.

Pol. On, good Camillo !
Leon. I will seem friendly, as thou hast advis'd me. Cam. I am appointed Him to murder you.

[Exit. Pol. By whom, Camillo ? Cam. O miserable lady!-- But for me,

Cam. By the king. What case stand I in? I must be the poisoner

Pol. For what? Of good Polixenes: and my ground to do't

Cam. He thinks, nay, with all confidence he swears, Is the obedience to a master; one,

As he had seen't, or been an instrument Who, in rebellion with himself, will have

To vice you to't,—that you have touch'd his queen All, that are his, so too.—To do this deed,

Forbiddenly.
Promotion follows. If I could find example

Pol. O, then my best blood turn
Of thousands that have struck anointed kings, To an infected jelly, and my name
And flourish'd after, I'd not do't: but since Be yok'd with his, that did betray the best?
Nor brass, nor stone, nor parchment, bears not one, Turn then my freshest reputation to
Let villainy itself forswear't. I must

A savour, that may strike the dullest nostril
Forsake the court: to do't, or no, is certain

Where I arrive; and my approach be shunn'd,
To me a break-neck. Happy star, reign now! Nay, hated too, worse than the great'st infection,
Here comes Bohemia.

That e'er was heard, or read !
Enter Polixexes.

Cam. Swear his thought over
Pol. This is strange! methinks,

By each particular star in heaven, and My favour here begins to warp. Not speak?

By all their influences, you may as well Good-day, Camillo !

Forbid the sea for to obey the moon, Cam. Hail, most royal sir !

As or, by oath, remove, or counsel, shake Pol. What is the news i'the court?

The fabric of his folly; whose foundation
Cam. None rare, my lord.

Is pild upon his faith, and will continue
Pol. The king hath on him such a countenance, The standing of his body.
As he had lost some province, and a region,

Pol. How should this grow?
Lov'd as he loves himself: even now I met him

Cam, I know not: but, I am sure, 'tis safer to With customary compliment; when he,

Avoid what's grown, than question how 'tis born. Wafting his eyes to the contrary, and falling If therefore you dare trust my honesty, Alip of much contempt, speeds from me; and That lies enclosed in this trunk, which you So leaves me, to consider what is breeding,

Shall bear along impawn’d, - away to-night. That changes thas his manners.

Your followers I will whisper to the business, Cam. I dare not know, my lord.

And will, by twos, and threes, at several posterns, Pol. How! dare not? do not. Do you know, and dare Clear them of the city. For myself, I'll put

My fortunes to your service, which are here Be intelligent to me? 'Tis thereabouts:

By this discovery lost. Be not uncertain ! For, to yourself, what you do know, you must; For, by the honour of my parents, I And cannot say, you dare not. Good Camillo, Have utter'd truth: which if you seek to prove, Your chang'd complexions are to me a mirror, I dare not stand by, nor shall you be safer Which shows me mine chang’d too: for I must be Than one condemn’d by the king's own mouth, A party in this alteration, finding

thereon Myself thus alter'd with it.

His execution sworn.
Cam. This is a sickness,

Pol. I do believe thee:
Which puts some of us in distemper; but
I cannot name the disease; and it is caught

I saw his heart in his face. Give methy hand;

Be pilot to me, and thy places shall
Of you, that yet are well.

Still neighbour miné. My ships are ready, and
Pol. How! caught of me?
Make me not sighted like the basilisk:

My people did expect my hence departure

Two days ago. This jealousy
I have look'd on thousands, who have sped the better Is for a precious creature: as she’s rare;
By my regard, but kill'd none so. Camillo,-
As you are certainly a gentleman; thereto

Must it be great; and, as his person's mighty,

Must it be violent; and as he does conceive,
Clerk-like, experienc'd, which no less adorns
Qar gentry, than onr parents' noble names,

He is dishonour'd by a man, which ever
In whose success we are gentle, -I beseech you,

Profess'd to him, why, his revenges must

In that be made more bitter. Fear o'ershades me:
If yon know anght, which does behove my knowledge Good expedition be my friend, and comfort
Thereof to be inform’d, imprison it not
Inignorant concealment!

The gracious queen, part of his theme, but nothing,
of his ill-ta’en suspicion ! Come, Camillo ;

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I will respect thee as a father, if

Remain a pinch'd thing ; yea, a very trick
Thou bear’st my life off hence. Let us avoid ! For them to play at will. —How came the posterns
Cam. It is in mine authority, to command

So easily open?
The keys of all the posterns. Please your highness 1 Lord. By his great authority,
To take the urgent hour. Come, sir, away! [Exeunt. Which often hath no less prevail'd than so,

On your command.

Leon. I know't too well.
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Give me the boy! I am glad, you did not nurse him :
SCENEI- The same.

Though he does bear some sign of me, yet you
Enter Hermione, MAMILLIUS, and Ladies, Have too much blood in him.
Her. Take the boy to you! he so troubles me, Her. What is this? sport?
'Tis past endoring.

Leon.Bear the boy hence, he shall not come about her; 1 Lady. Come, my gracious lord!

Away with him!--and let her sport herself Shall I be your play-fellow?

With that she's big with ; for 'tis Polixenes Mam. No, I'll none of you.

Has made thee swell thus. 1 Lady. Why, my sweet lord ?

Her. But I'd say, he had not,
Mam. You'll kiss me hard, and speak to me as if And, I'll be sworn, you would believe my saying,
I were a baby still.-I love you better.

Howe'er you lean to the nayward. 2 Lady. And why so, my good lord ?

Leon. You, my lords,
Mam. Not for because

Look on her, mark her well; be but about
Your brows are blacker; yet black brows, they say, To say, she is a goodly lady, and
Become some women best; so that there be not The justice of your hearts will thereto add,
Too much hair there, but in a semi-circle,

'Tis pity she's not honest, honourable; Or half moon made with a pen.

Praise her but for this her without-door form, 2 Lady. Who taught you this?

(Which, on my faith, deserves high speech ,) and Mam. I learn'dit out of women's faces. — Pray now straight What colour are yoor eye-brows?

The shrug, the hum, or ha; these petty brands, 1 Lady. Blue, my lord.

That calumny doth use. --O, I am out, Mam. Nay, that's a mock: I have seen a lady's nose That mercy does; for calumny will sear That has been blue, but not her eye-brows.

Virtne itself:--these shrugs, these hums, and ha's, 2 Lady. Hark ye:

When you have said, she's goodly, come between,
The queen, your mother, rounds apace: we shall Ere you can say, she's honest: but be it known
Present our services to a fine new prince,

From him, that has most cause to grieve it should be,
One of these days: and then you'd wanton with us, She's an adultress.
If we would have you.

Her. Should a villain say so, 1 Lady. She is spread of late

The most replenish'd villain in the world, Into a goodly bulk: good time encounter her! He were as much more villain ; you, my lord,

Iler. What wisdom stirs amongst you? Come sir, now Do but mistake. Tam for you again: pray you, sit by us,

Leon. You have mistook, my lady, And tell's a tale!

Polixenes for Leontes. O thou thing, Mam. Merry, or sad, shall't be?

Which I'}} not call a creature of thy place, Her. As merry as you will.

Lest barbarism, making me the precedent, Mam. A sad tale's best for winter;

Should a like language use to all degrees, I have one of sprites and goblins.

And mannerly distinguishment leave out
Her. Let's have that, sir.

Betwixt the princeand beggar!--I have said,
Come on, sit down!-- Come on, and do your best She's an adultress; I have said with whom:
To fright me with your sprites: you're powerful at it. More, she's a traitor; and Camillo is
Mam. There was a man,--

A federary with her, and one that knows,
Her. Nay, come, sit down ; then on !

What she should shame to know herself, Mam. Dielt by a church-yard :- I will tellit softly; But with her most vile principal, that she's Yon crickets shall not hear it

A bed-swerver, even as bad as those, Her. Come on then,

That vulgars give bold titles; ay, and privy
And give't mein mine ear!

To this their late escape.
Enter LEONTES, Antigonus, Lords, and others. Iler. No, by my life,
Leon.Was he met there? his train? Camillo with him? Privy to none of this. How will this grieve you,
1 Lord. Behind the taft of pines I met them; never When you shall come to clearer knowledge, that
Saw I men scour so on their way: I ey'd them You thus have publish'd me? Gentle my lord,
Even to their strips.

You scarce can right me throughly then, to say
Leon. How bless'd am I

You did mistake. In myjust censure? in my true opinion?

Levn. No, no; if I mistake Alack, for lesser knowledge! ---How accurs'd, In those foundations, which I build upon, la being so blest! -There may be in the cup

The center is not big enough to hear
A spider steep'd, and one may drink; depart,

A school-boy's top:- Away with her to prison !
And yet partake no venom; for his knowledge HC, who shall speak for her, is afar off guilty,
Is not infected : but if one present

Birt that he speaks.
The abhorr'd ingredient to his eye, make known, ller. There's some ill planet reigns ;
How he hath drank, he cracks his gorge, his sides,

I must be patient, till the heavens look
With violent hefts:-Ihave drank, and seen the spider. With av aspéct more favourable.-Good my lords,
Camillo was his help in this, his pander!

I am not prone to weeping, as our sex,
There is a plot against my life, my crown;

Commonly are; the want of which vain dew, All's true, that is mistrusted :—that false villaia,

Perchance, shall dry your pities: but I have Whom I employ'd, was pre-employ'd by him :

That honourable grief lodg’d here, which burns He has discover'd my design, and I

Worse, than tears drown. "Beseech you all, my lords,

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With thoughts so qualified, as your charities Either thou art most ignorant by age,
Shall best instruct you, measure me; -- and so Or thou wert born a fool. Camillo's flight,
The king's will be perform'd!

Added to their familiarity,
Leon, Shall I be heard ?

[To the Guards. (Which was as gross, as ever touch'd conjecture, Her. Who is'i, that goes with me?— 'Beseech your That lack'd sight only, nought for approbation, higliness,

But only seeing, all other circumstances
My women may be with me; for, you see,

Made up to the deed,) doth push on his proceeding:
My plight requires it. Do not weep, good fools ! Yet, for a greater confirmation,
There is no cause; when you shall know, your mistress (For, in an act of this importance, 'twere
Had deserv'd prison, then abound in tears,

Most piteous to be wild, ) I have despatch'd in post,
As I come out; this action I now go on,

To sacred Delphos, to Apollo's temple,
Is for my better grace. --- Adicu, my lord :

Cleomenes and Dion, whom you know
I never wishı'd to see you sorry; now,

Of stuff”d sufliciency: now, from the oracle
I trust, I shall.- My womeo, come! you have leave. They will bring all; whose spiritual counsel had,
Leon. Go, do your bidding; hence !

Shall stop or spur me. Have I done well?
(Exeunt Queen and Ladies. 1 Lord. Well done, my lord.
1 Lord.’Beseech your highness,call the queen again ! Leon. Though I am satisfied, and need no more
Ant. Be certain what you do, sir; lest your justice Than what I know, yet shall the oracle
Prove violence; in the which three great ones suffer, Giverest to the minds of others; such as he,
Yourself, your queen, your son.

Whose ignorant credulity will not 1 Lord. For her, my lord,

Come up to the truth. So have we thought it good,
I dare my life lay down, and will do't, sir,

From our free person she should be confin'd:
Please you to accept it, that the queen is spotless Lest that the treachery of the two, fled hence,
I'the eyes of heaven, and to you; I mean,

Be left her to perform. Come, follow us !
In this which you accuse her.

We are to speak in public: for this business
Ant. If it prove

Will raise us all.
She's otherwise, I'll keep my stables, where

Ant. (Aside.] To laughter, as I take it,
Ilodge my wife : I'll go in couples with her; If the good truth were kuown.

[Exeunt.
Than when I feel, and see her, no further trust her;
For every inch of woman in the world,

SCENE II. -- The same. The outer room of a prison.
Ay, every dram of woman's flesh, is false,

Enter Paulina and Attendants.
If she be.

Paul. The keeper of the prison,-call to him;
L-on. Hold your peaces!

(Exit an Attendant. 1 Lord. Good my lord,

Let him have knowledge, who I am.--Good lady!
Ant. It is for you we speak, not for ourselves : No court in Europe is too good for thee;
You are abus’d, and by some putter-on,

What dost thou then in prison ?--Now, good sir,
That will be damn'd fort; 'would I knew the villain, Re-enter Attendant, with the Keeper.
I would land-damn him. Be she honour-flaw'd,- You know me, do you not?
I have three daughters; the eldest is eleven;

Keep. For a worthy lady,
The second, and the third, nine and some five; And one whom I much honour.
If this prove true, they'll pay for't: by mine honour, Paul. Pray you then,
I'll geld them all; fourteen they shall not see, Conduct me to the queen!
To bring false generations: they are co-heirs; Keep. I may not, madam; to the contrary
And I had rather glib myself, than they

I have express commandment.
Should not produce fair issue.

Paul. Here's ado,
Leon. Cease; vo more!

To lock up honesty and honour from
You smell this business with a sense as cold,

The access of gentle visitors !--'s it lawful,
As is a read man's nose: I see't, and feel't,

Pray you, to see her women? any of them ?
As you feel doing thus; and see withal

Emilia?
Thiinstruments that feel.

Keep. So please you, madam, to pnt
Ant. liithe so,

Apart these your attendants, I shall bring
We need no grave to bury honesty ;

Emilia forth.
There's not a grain of it, the face to sweeten

Paul. I pray now, call her!~
of the whole dungy earth.

Withdraw yourselves !

(Exeunt Attend. Leon. What! lack I credit?

Keep. And, madam,
I Lord. I had rather you did lack, than I, my lord, I must be present at your conference.
Upon this ground: and more it would content me Paul. Well, be it so, pr'ythee. (Exit Keeper.
To have her honour true, than your suspicion;

Here's such ado to make nostain a stain,
Be blam’u for't how you might.

As passes colouring.
Leon, Why, what need we

Re-enter Keeper, with Emilia.
Commune with you of this ? but rather follow Dear gentlewoman, how fares our gracious lady?
Our forceful instigation ? Our prerogative

Emil. As well, as one su great, and so forlorn,
Calls not your counsels; but our natural goodness May hold together: on her frights, and griefs,
Imparts this: which, - if you, (or stupified,

(Which never tender lady hath borne greater,)
Or seeming so in skill,) cannot, or will not,

She is, something before her time, deliver'd.
Relish as truth, like us; inform yourselves,

Paul. A boy?
We need no more of your advise: the matter, Emil. A daughter; and a goodly babe,
The loss, the gain, the ordering on't, is all

Lusty, and like to live: the queen receives
Properly ours.

Much comfort in't: says, My poor prisoner,
Ant. And I wish, my liege,

I am innocent, as you.
Yon had only in your silent judgement tried it,

Paul. I dare be sworn :
Without more overture.

These dangerous unsafe lunes o'the king! beshrew
Leon, How could that be?

them!

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