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Than such as most seems yours. I say, I come
From your good Queen.
Leo. Good Queen?!
Paul. Good Queen, my Lord, .
Good Queen, I say, good Queen ;
And would by combat make her good, so were I
A man, the worst about you.
Leo. Force her hence.
Paul. Let him, that makes but trifles of his eyesgos
First hand me : on mine own accord, I'll off;
But first, I'll do my errand. The good Queen,
For the is good, hath brought you forth a daughter,
Here 'tis ; commends it to your blefing.
(Laying down the child..
A mankind witch! (11) hence with her, out o'door: :
A most intelligencing bawd.!
Paul. Not fa,
I am as ignorant in that as you,
In so intit’ling me; and no less honeft,
Than you are mad ; which is enough, I'll warrant, ,
As this world goes, to pass for honeft.
Will you not push her out? give her the bastard. [To Ant.:.
Thou dotard, thou art woman-tyr'd ; unroosted
By thy dame Partlet here. Take up the bafard,
up, I say; give't to thy croan. .
Paul. For ever
Unvenerable be thy hands, if thou..
Take'ft: up the Princess, by that forced båseness'.
Which he has put upon't!
Leo. He dreads his wife.
Paul. So, I would, you did: then 'twere paft all doubt;:. You'd call your children yours.
(11) A mankind witch !] i. e, One as bold and masculine, as if frie were a man. So in B. Johnson's Silent Woman, who Morose is to iz'd hy his new wife's the-friends, he cries out in dcteftation of their toldness;
O mankind generation!
And so Beaumont and Fletcher in their Monsieur Thomas.
. I do not bleed; 'twas a found knock the gave me;
A plaguy mankind girl!
Leo. A neft of traytors !
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 fon's, his babe's, betrays to flander,
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 found.
Leo. 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. It is your's;
And, might we lay th' old proverb to your charge,
So like you, 'tis the worse, Behold, my Lords,
Altho' the print.be little, the whole matter
And copy of the father; eye, nose, lip,
The trick of's frown, his forehead, nay, the valley,
The pretty dimples of his chin, and cheek, his smiles,
The very mold and frame of hand, nail, finger.
And thou, good goddess Nature, which haft made it.
So like to him that got it, if thou halt
The ordering of the mind too, 'mongst all colours
No yellow in't; left the suspect, as he does,
Her children not her husband's.
Leo. A grofs 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
Lco. Once more, take. her hence.
Paul. A moit unworthy and unnatural Lord. Can do no more.
Leo. I'U ha thee burnt.
Paul. I care not;
It is an heritick that makes the fire,
Not the 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 favourg
Of tyranny; and will ignoble make you,
Yea, scandalous to the world.
Leo. On your allegiance,
Out of the chamber with her. Were I a tyrant,
Where were her life? The durft not call me lo,
If she did know me one. Away with her.
Paul. I pray you, do not push me, l'll be gone.
Look to your babe, my Lord, 'tis your's; Jove fend her 1,
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, fo: farewel, we are gone..
Leo. Thou, traytor, haft set on thy wife to this.
My child ? away with't. Even thou, thou that hait:
A heart fo tender o'er it, take it hence,
And see it instantly confum'd with fire;
Even thou, and none but thou.. Take it up Araight: :
Within this hour bring me word it is done,
And by good teftimony, or I'll seize thy life,
With what thou else call'st thine: if thou refufe, .
And wilt encounter with my wrath, say so:
The bastard brains with these my proper hands --
Shall I dash out: go take it to the fire,
For thou sett?ft on thy wife.
Ant. I did not, Sir :
These Lords, my noble fellows, if they please,
Can clear me in't..
Lord. We can; my royal Liege,
He is not guilty of her coming hither.:
Leg. You're liars all.
Lords. 'Beseech your Highness give us beitei credit.. We've always truly serv'd you, and beseech you So to, esteem of us : and on our knees we big (As recompence of our dear services.
Past, and to come) that you do change this purposes
Which being so horrible, so bloody, must
Lead on to some foul issue. We all kneel.
Leo. I ain a feather for each wind that blows :
Shall I live on, to see this bastard 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;
You, that have been so tenderly officious-
With Lady Margery, your midwife there,
To save this bastard's life ; (for 'tis a bastard,
So fure as this beard's grey) what will you adventure
To save this brat's life?
Ant. Any thing, my Lord,
That my ability may, undergo,
And nobleness impofe : at leaft, thus much;
I'll pawn the little blood which I have left,
Tq lave the innocent; any thing possible.
Leo. It shall be posible ; swear by this sword;
Thou wilt perform my bidding.
Ant. I will, my Lord.
Leo. Mark and perform it; feeft thou ? for the fail;
Of any point in't shall not only be
Death to thy felf, but to thy lewd-tongu'd wife,
Whom for this time we pardon. We enjoin thee,
As thou art licge-man to us, that thou carry.
This feinale bastard hence, and that thou bear it.
To foine remote and desart place, quite out
Of our dominions.; and that there thou leave it,
(Without more mercy,) to it's own protection
And favour of the climate. As by strange fortune
It came to us, I do in juffice charge thee,,
On thy soul's peril and thy body's torture,
That thou commend it strangely to some place,
Where Chance may nurse, or end it. Take it up
Ant. I fivear to do this : tho' a present death
Had been more merciful. Come on, poor babe ;;
Some powerful spirit instruct the kites and ravens
To be thy nurses! wolves and bears, they
(Cafting their favageness afide) have done
Žike offices of pity. Sir, be prosperous
In more than this deed does require ; and blessing,
Against this cruelty, fight on thy side!
Poor thing, condemn'd to loss. (Exit, with the childe'.
Leo. No; I'll not rear
Enter a Mesenger.
Mes. Please your Highness, pofts,
From those you sent to th' oracle, are come:
An hour since, Cleomines and Dion,
Being well arriv'd from Delphos, are both landeda,
Hafting to th' court.
Lord. So please you, Sir, their speed
Hath been beyond account.
Léo. Twenty-three days.
They have been absent this good speed foretels,,
The great Apollo.suddenly will have
The truth of this appear. Prepare you, Lords, ,
Summon a session, that we may arraign,
Our most disloyal Lady; for as she hath-
Been publickly accus'd, so shall she have
A just and open trial. While the lives,
My heart will be a burden to me. Leave me,
And think upon my bidding. [Exeunt, feverallye
A C T IIT:
SCENE, a Part of Sicily near the Sea-side..
Enter Cleomines and Dion,
HE climate's delicate, the air moft sweet, (12)
Fertile the ifle, the temple much surpassing
The common praise it bears.
(12) The climate's delicate, the air most [zueet,
Fertile obe ine -1.3 muß fubjair a very reasonable con.