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Paul. A boy?
Emil.

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.
Paul.

I dare be sworn :-
These dangerous unsafe lunes o' the king! beshrew

them!
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 my red-look'd anger be
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.
Emil.

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.
Paul.

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.
Emil.

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,

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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.

VOL. III.

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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.
Paul.

Do not you fear: upon
Mine honour, I will stand 'twixt you and danger.

[Exeunt.

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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.

My lord ?

[Advancing Leon. How does the boy? 1 Atten.

He took good rest to-night; 'Tis hoped his sickness is discharg'd.

Leon.
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,

blank And level]-are terms of gunnery and mean mark and aim. Douce.

To see,

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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

manded
None should come at him.
Paul.

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.
Leon.

What noise there, ho?
Paul. No noise, my lord ; but needful conference,
About some gossips for your highness.
Leon.

How?
Away with that audacious lady: Antigonus,
I charg'd thee, that she should not come about me;
I knew, she would.
Ant.

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.

.

Leon.

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

hear !
When she will take the rein, I let her run;
But she'll not stumble.
Paul.

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.
Leon.

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."
Leon.

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.

Out!
A mankind witch !' Hence with her, out o' door :
A most intelligencing bawd !

Paul.
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,
Leon.

Traitors!
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.

mankind) i. e. Masculine.

Not so:

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crimes.

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f

For ever

Thou, dotard, [to ANTIGONUS,] thou art woman-tir'd,

: unroosted
By thy dame Partlet here,-take up the bastard;
Take't up, I say; give't to thy crone.h

Paul.
Unvenerable be thy hands, if thou
Tak’st up the princess, by that forced baseness'
Which he has put upon't!
Leon.

He dreads his wife.
Paul. So, I would, you did ; then 'twerė past all doubt,
You'd call your children yours.
Leon.

A nest of traitors!
Ant. I am none, by this good light. -
Paul.

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.
Leon.

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.

Paul.
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,

It is yours ;

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woman-tir'd.] i. e. Pecked by a woman; hen-pecked.

thy crone.] i. e. Thy old worn-out woman. A croan is an old toothless sheep: thence an old woman.-STEEVENS. i Unvenerable be thy hands, if thou

Tak’st up the princess by that forced baseness-] Leontes had ordered Antigonus to take up the bastard; Paulina forbids him to touch the princess under that appellation. Forced is false, uttered with violence to truth.JOnnson.

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