For every inch of woman in the world, Ay, every dram of woman's flesh, is false, Leon. Hold your peaces. 1. Lord. Good my Lord, Ant. It is for you we speak, not for ourselves: That will be damn'd for't; 'would I knew the villain, The second, and the third, nine, and some five; Leon. Cease: no more. You smell this business with a sense as cold The instruments that feel. Ant. If it be so, We need no grave to bury honesty: There's not a grain of it, the face to sweeten Leon. What! lack I credit? 1. Lord. Ihad rather you did lack, than I, my Lord, Upon this ground: and more it would content me To have her honour true, than your suspicion; Be blam'd for't how you might. Leon. Why, what need we Commune with you of this? but rather follow Calls not your counsels; but our natural goodness Or seeming so in skill,) cannot, or will not, Relish as truth, like us; inform yourselves, Ant. And I wish, my Liege, You had only in your silent judgement tried it, Leon. How could that be? Either thou art most ignorant by age, Or thou wert born a fool. Camillo's flight, Added to their familiarity, (Which was as gross as ever touch'd conjecture, That lack'd sight only, nought for approbation, But only seeing, all other circumstances Made up to the deed,) doth push on this proceeding: Yet, for a greater confirmation, (For, in an act of this importance, 'twere Most piteous to be wild,) I have despatch'd in post, To sacred Delphos, to Apollo's temple, Cleomenes and Dion, whom you how Of stuff'd sufficiency: Now, from the oracle 1. Lord. Well done, my Lord. Leon. Though I am satisfied, and need no more Than what I know, yet shall the oracle Give rest to the minds of others; such as he, Come up to the truth: So have we thought it good, Ant. [Aside.] To laughter, as I take it, [Exeunt. Good Lady! Let him have knowledge who I am. Now, good Sir, Re-enter Attendant, with the Keeper. You know me, do you not? Keep. For a worthy lady, And one whom much I honour. Paul. Pray you then, Conduct me to the Queen. Keep. I may not, Madam; to the contrary I have express commandment. Paul. Here's ado, To lock up honesty and honour from The access of gentle visitors? Is it lawful, Pray you, to see her women? any of them? Keep. So please you, Madam, to put Paul. I pray you now, call her. Withdraw yourselves. Keep. And, Madam, [Exeunt Attend. I must be present at your conference. [Exit Keeper. Here's such ado to make no stain a stain, Re-enter Keeper, with EMILIA. Dear Gentlewoman, how fares our gracious lady? Emil. A daughter; and a goodly babe, 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 The trumpet any more; — Pray you, Emilia, Emil. Most worthy Madam, Your honour, and your goodness, is so evident, A thriving issue: there is no lady living, So meet for this great errand: Please your Ladyship Acquaint the Queen of your most noble offer; Paul. Tell her, Emilia, I'll use that tongue I have: if wit flow from it, Emil. Now be you blest for it! I'll to the Queen: Please you, come something nearer. Keep. Madam, ift please the Queen to send the babe I know not what I shall incur, to pass it, Paul. You need not fear it, Sir: The child was prisoner to the womb; and is, Paul. Do not you fear: upon Mine honour, I will stand 'twixt you and danger. [Exeunt. SCENE III. The same. A Room in the Palace. 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, |