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Present our services to a fine néw prince,
One of these days; and then you'd wanton with us,
If we would have

i LaDr. She is spread of late
Into a goodly bulk : Good time encounter her!

Her. What wisdom stirs amongst you? Come, sir, now
I am for you again : Pray you, sit by us,
And tell 's a tale.

Mam. Merry, or sad, shall’t be?
Her. As merry as you will.

MAM. A sad tale's best for winter :
I have one of sprites and goblins.

Her. Let's have that, fir.
Come on, sit down :-Come on, and do your best
To fright me with your sprites; you're powerful at it.

Mam. There was a man,
Her. Nay, come, sit down ; then on.

Mam. Dwelt by a church-yard ;-I will tell it softly; Yon crickets shall not hear it.

Her. Come on then,
And give't me in mine ear.

Enter LEONTES, ANTIGONUS, LORDs, and Others.
Leon. Was he met there? his train?, Camillo with him?

i Lord. Behind the tuft of pines I met them; never Saw I men scour so on their way: I ey'd them Even to their ships.

LEON. How bless'd am I
In my just censure? in my true opinion ?-
Alack, for lesser knowledge !_How accurs'd,
In being so blest!—There may be in the cup
A spider steep'd, and one may drink ; depart,
And yet partake no venom; for his knowledge
Is not infected: but if one present

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The abhorr'd ingredient to his eye, make known
How he hath drank, he cracks his gorge, his sides,
With violent hefts :- I have drank and seen the spider.
Camillo was his help in this, his pander :
There is a plot against my life, my crown;
All's true, that is mistrusted :—that false villain,
Whom I employ’d, was pre-employ'd by him :
He has discover'd my design, and I
Remain a pinch'd thing; yea, a very trick
For them to play at will :-How came the posterns
So easily open?

i Lord. By his great authority;
Which often hath no less prevail'd than fo,
On your command.

LEON. I know't too well.
Give me the boy ; I am glad, you did not nurse him :
Though he does bear some signs of me, yet you
Have too much blood in him.
Her. What is this? sport?

Leon. Bear the boy hence, he shall not come about
Away with him :—and let her sport herself
With that she's big with ; for 'tis Polixenes
Has made thee swell thus.

Her. But I'd say, he had not,
And, I'll be sworn, you would believe my saying,
Howe'er you lean to the nayward.

Leon. You, my lords,
Look on her, mark her well; be but about
To say, she is a goodly lady, and
The justice of your hearts will thereto add,
'Tis pity, she's not honelt, honourable :
Praise her but for this her without-door form,
(Which, on my faith, deserves high speech,) and straight


The shrug, the hum, or ha; these petty brands,
That calumny doth use :-0, I am out,
That mercy does; for calumný will fear
Virtue itself:-these shrugs, these hums, and ha's,
When you have said, she's goodly, come between,
Ere you can say The's honest : But it be known,
From him that has most cause to grieve it should be,
She's an adultress.

Her. Should a villain fay fo,
The most replenish'd villain in the world,
He were as much more villain : you, my lord,
Do but mistake.

Leon. You have mistook, my lady,
Polixenes for Leontes : O thou thing,
Which I'll not call a creature of thy place,
Lest barbarism, making me the precedent,
Should a like language use to all degrees,
And mannerly distinguishment leave out
Betwixt the prince and beggar !-I have said,
She's an adultress; I have said, with whom:
More, she's a traitor; and Camillo is
A federary with her; and one that knows
What she should shame to know hersel
But with her most vile principal, that she's
A bed-swerver, even as bad as those
That vulgars give bold titles; ay, and privy
To this their late escape.

Her. No, by my life,
Privy to none of this: How will this grieve you,
When shall come to clearer knowledge, that
You thus have publish'd me? Gentle, my lord,
You scarce can right me throughly then, to say
You did mistake.


Leon. No, no; if I mistake
In those foundations which I build upon,
The center is not big enough to bear
A schoolboy's top.-Away with her to prison:
He, who shall speak for her, is afar off guilty,
But that he speaks.

Her. There's some ill planet reigns:
I must be patient, till the heavens look
With an aspéct more favourable.-Good my lords,
I am not prone to weeping, as our fex
Commonly are ; the want of which vain dew,
Perchance, shall dry your pities : but I have
That honourable grief lodg'd here, which burns
Worse than tears drown : Beseech you all, my lords,
With thoughts fo qualified as your charities
Shall best instruct you, measure me ;-and so
The king's will be perform’d!
LEON. Shall I be heard ?

[To the guards. Her. Who is't, that goes with me?-'beseech your My women may be with me; for, you see, [highness, My plight requires it. Do not weep, good fools; There is no cause : when you shall know, your inistress Has deserv'd prison, then abound in tears, As I come out; this action, I now go on,

better grace. --Adieu, my lord : I never wish'd to see you sorry; now, I trust, I shall. My women, come; you have leave. Leon. Go, do our bidding; hence.

[Exeunt Queen and LADIES. i Lord. 'Beseech your highness, call the queen again

Ant. Be certain what you do, fir; left your justice Prove violence; in the which three great ones suffer, Yourself, your queen, your son.

Is for my


i Lord. For her, my lord, I dare

my life lay down, and will do't, fir, Please you to accept it, that the queen is spotless I'the eyes

of heaven, and to you ; I mean, In this which you accuse her. .

Ant. If it prove She's otherwise, I'll keep my stables where I lodge my wife ; I'll go in couples with her ; Than when I feel, and see her, no further trust her ; For every

inch of woman in the world, Ay, every dram of woman's flesh, is false, If the be.

Leon. Hold your peaces.
i Lord. Good my lord,

Ant. It is for you we speak, not for ourselves :
You are abus'd, and by some putter-on,
That will be damn'd for't; 'would I knew the villain,
I would land-damn him: Be she honour-flaw'd,
I have three daughters; the eldest is eleven ;
The second, and the third, nine, and some five;
If this prove true, they'll pay for’t: by mine honour,
I'll geld them all; fourteen they shall not see,
To bring false generations: they are co-heirs ;
And I had rather glib myself, than they
Should not produce fair issue.

Leon. Cease; no more.
You smell this business with a sense as cold
As is a dead man's nose: I fee't, and feel't,

feel doing thus ; and fee withal The instruments that feel.

Ant. If it be so,
We need no grave to bury honefty ;
There's not a grain of it, the face to sweeten

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