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Shall she, within my power.

Enter PAULINA, with a Cbild.
I 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.

[manded I Atten. Madam, he hath not slept to-night ; comNone should come at him.

Paul. Not so hot, good fir ;
I come to bring him fleep. 'Tis such as you,-
That creep like shadows by him, and do figh
At each his needless heavings,—such as you
Nourish the cause of his awaking : 1
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.

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 counsellor; 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!

[queen;
Paul. Good queen, my lord, good queen: I say, good
And would by combat make her good, so were I
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. Not so :
I am as ignorant of 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 :-
Thou, dotard, [TO ANTIGONUS.] thou art woman-tir’d,

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By thy dame Partlet here,—take up the bastard ;
Take't up, I say; give't to thy crone,

Paul. For ever
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, 'twere paft 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 Nander, Whose sting is sharper than the sword's; and will not (For, as the case now stands, it is a curse He cannot be compell’d to’t,) once remove The root of his opinion, which is rotten, As ever oak, or stone, was found.

Leon. A callat,
Of boundless tongue ; who late hath beat her husband,
And now baits me !—That 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. It is yours;
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, The pretty dimples of his chin, and cheek; his smiles;

The very mould and frame of hand, nail, finger :-
And, thou, good goddess nature, which hast 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 !

Leon. A gross 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.

Leon. Once more, take her hence.

Paul. A most unworthy and unnatural lord Can do no more.

LEON. I'll have thee burn'd.

Paul. I care not : It is an heretick, that makes the fire, Not she, 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.

Leon. On your allegiance,
Out of the chamber with her,

Were I a tyrant,
Where were her life ? she durst not call me so,
If she did know me one. Away with her.

Paul. 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 : _Farewell ; we are gone.

[Exit.
Leon. Thou, traitor, hast set on thy wife to this.-
My child ? away with't!_even thou, that haft
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 ʼtis done,
(And by good testimony,) or I'll feize thy life,
With what thou else call'st thine: If thou refuse,
And wilt encounter with my wrath, say fo;
The bastard brains with these my proper hands
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.

I Lord. We can; my royal liege,
He is not guilty of her coming hither.

LEON. You are liars all.

i Lord. '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,
Past, and to come,) that you do change this purpose; ;
Which, being so horrible, so bloody, must
Lead on to fome foul iffue: We all kneel.

LEON. 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, sir, come you hither;

[TO ANTIGONUS You, that have been so tenderly officious

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