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If we would have you.
2 Lady. 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 fit 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 sprights and goblins.
Her. Let's have that, good Sir.
Come on, sit down. Come on, and do your best
To fright me with your sprights : you're powerful at it.
Mam. There was a man-
Her. Nay, come sit down; then on.
Mam. Dwelt by achurch-yard; I will tell it softly:
Yond crickets shall not hear it.
Her. Come on then, and give't me in mine ear.
Enter Leontes, Antigonus, and Lords. Leo. Was he met there ? his train? Camillo with him?
Lord. Behind the tuft of pines I met them; never Saw I men scowr so on their way: I ey'd them Even to their ships.
Leo. How blest am I In my just censure! in my true opinion ! Alack, for lesser knowledge, how accurs'd In being so bleft! 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 Th' abhorr’d ingredient to his eye, make known How he hath drunk, he cracks his gorge, his fides With violent hefts.--I have drunk, 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 miftrusted: that false villain, Whom I employ'd, was pre-employ'd by him: He hath 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?
Lord. 'By his great authority,
Which often hath no less prevail'd than so
On your command.
Leo. I know't too well.
Give me the boy; I'm glad, you did not nurse him :
Though he does bear some figns of me, yet you
Have too much blood in him.
Her. What is this, sport?
Leo. Bear the boy hence, he shall not come about hers
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 fay, he had not;
And, I'll be sworn, you would believe my saying,
Howe'er you lean to the nayward.
Leo. 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, The's not honest, 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,-
That calumny doth use: oh, I am out,-
That mercy do's; for calumny will fear
Virtue itself.) These shrugs, these hums, and ha's,
When you have said she's goodly, come between,
Ere you can say she's honest: but be't known,
(From him, that has moft cause to grieve it should bez)
She's an adultress.
Her. Should a villain say so,
The most replenish'd villain in the world,
He were as much more villain ; you, my Lord,
Do but mistake.
Leo. You have mistook, my Lady,
Polixenes for Leonites. O thou thing,
Which I'll not call a creature of thy place,
Left barbarism, making me the precedenty
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 herself,
But with her most vile principal, that she's
A bed-swerver, even as bad as those
That vulgars give bold’st titles's ay, and privy
To this their late escape.
Her. No, by my life,
Privy to none of this: how will this grieve you,
When you shall come to clearer knowledge, that
You thus have publish'd med gentle my Lord,
You scarce can right me throughly then, to say
You did mistake.
Leo. No, if I mistake
In these foundations which I build upon,
The center is not big enough to bear
A school-boy's top. Away with her to prison :
He, who shall speak for her, is far of guilty, (8)
But that he speaks.
Her. There's some ill planet reigns ;
1 must be patient, 'till the heavens lock
With an aspect more favourable. Good my Łórds,
I am not prone to weeping ; (as our sex
Commonly are,) the want of which vain dew,
Perchance, Mall 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 so qualified as your charities
Shall best instruct you, measure me; and so
The King's will be perform'd! ---
(8) He, who shall speak for her, is far off guilty,
But that be speaks. ] This cannot be the Speaker's meaning, Leontes would say, I thall hold the person in a great measure guilty, who shall dare to intercede for her : And this, I believe, Sbakefpeare ventur'd to express thus:
He, who shall speak for ber, is far of guilty, &c
i. e, partakes far, deeply of her guilt.
Leo. Shall I be heard ?
Her. Who is’t, that goes with me? 'beseech your HighMy women may be with me, for, you see (ness, My plight requires it. Do not weep, good fools, There is no cause; when you shall know, your mistress Has deserv'd prison, then abound in tears, As I come out; this action, I now go on, Is for my better grace. Adieu, my Lord, I never wilh'd to see you sorry; now, I trust, I hall. My women,-come, you've leave. Leo. Go, do our bidding; hence.
[Exit Queen, guarded; and Ladies. Lord. 'Beseech your Highness call the Queen again.
Ant. Be certain what you do, Şir, left your justice Prove violence; in the which three great ones suffern Yourself, your Queen, your son.
Lord. For her, my Lord,
I dare my life lay down, and will do't, Sir,
Please you t'accept it, that the Queen is spotless
I'th' 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 farther trust her;
For every inch of woman in the world,
Ay, every dram of woman's felh is false,
If she be.
Leo. Hold your peaces.
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 he damn'd for’t; 'would, I knew the villain,
I would land-damu him : be the honour-flaw'd,
I have three daughters; the eldest is eleven ; (9)
I bave rbree daughters; the eldef is eleven;
The second and tbe tbird, nine; and fons five;
If this prove true, they'll pay for’t.) The 2d folio edition Jed Mr. Pique firit inadvertently to fix five upon Antigonus, more than the Poet ever defign’d him; and Mr. Pope ftumbled implicitry
The second, and the third, nine, and some five;
Af this prove true, they'll pay for't. By mine hondur,
I'll geld 'em all : fourteen they shall not see,
To bring false generations : they are co-heirs,
And I had rather glib myself, than they
Should rot produce fair issue.
Leo. Cease; no more :
You smell this business with a senfe as cold
As is a dead man's nose; I fee't and feel's,
As you feel doing thus; and see withal
The instruments that feel.
Ant. If it be fo,
We need no grave to bury honesty ;
There's not a grain of it, the face to fweeten
"Of the whole dungy earth.
Leo. What? lack I credit?
Lord. I had rather you did lack than 1, my Lord,
Upon this ground, and more it would content me
To have her honour true, than your suspicions;
Be blam'd for't, how you might.
Leo. Why, what need we
Commune with you of this but rather follow
Our forceful inftigation? our prerogative
Calls not your counsels, but our natural goodnefs
Imparts this; which, if you, (or stapified,
Or seeming so, in kill,) cannot, or will not
Relish a truth like us; inform yourselves,
We need no more of your advice; the matter,
The lofs, the gain, the ordering on't, is all
Ant. And I wish, my Liege, into the mistake. But what encreases the jeft, these three daughters, and five fons were coheirs: If this was ever according to the laws of Sicily, 'tis so peculiar, that Goltzius, Fazellus or Cluverius would have thought it worthy of a short notice. But the reading of the ift folia edition, which I have restor’d to the text, makes no mention of any sons, and so the girls remain properly coheirs; the eldest, eleven years of age; the second, nine; and the third, fonie five.' I'll lubjoin two instances of this manner of expression from our Author's King Lear.
But I have a son, Sir, by order of law, some year elder than this; For that I am some twelve or fourteen moon thines lag of a brother!