Than fuch as moft feems yours. I fay, I come From your good Queen. Leo. Good Queen? Paul. Good Queen, my Lord,. And would by combat make her good, fo were I Leo. Force her hence. Paul. Let him, that makes but trifles of his eyes, Firft hand me: on mine own accord, I'll off; But first, I'll do my errand. The good Queen, For fhe is good, hath brought you forth a daughter, Here 'tis ; commends it to your blefing. Leo. Out! [Laying down the child.'. A mankind witch! (11) hence with her, out o' door:: A most intelligencing bawd.! Paul. Not fo, I am as ignorant in that as you, In fo intit'ling me; and no lefs honest, Than you are mad; which is enough, I'll warrant,, As this world goes, to pass for honeft. Leo. Traitors! Will you not push her out? give her the bastard. [To Anti- Paul. For ever Unvenerable be thy hands, if thou Take'ft up the Princefs, by that forced bafenefs 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 mafculine, as if the were a man. So in B. Johnson's Silent Woman, when Morofe is te izid by his new wife's fhe-friends, he cries out in deteftation of their toldness; O mankind generation! And fo Beaumont and Fletcher in their Monfieur Thomas. I do not bleed; 'twas a found knock the gave me; M 57 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 His hopeful fon's, his babe's, betrays to flander, Leo. A callat Of boundless tongue, who late hath beat her husband, Hence with it, and together with the dam, Paul. It is your's; And, might we lay th' old proverb to your charge, The trick of's frown, his forehead, nay, the valley, The ordering of the mind too, 'mongst all colours Leo. A grofs hag! And lozel, thou art worthy to be hang'd, That wilt not ftay her tongue. Ant. Hang, all the hufbands, That cannot do that feat, you'll leave yourself Hardly one fubject. Leo. Once more, take her hence. Paul. A most unworthy and unnatural Lord Can do no more. Leo. I'll 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, (Not able to produce more accufation Than your own weak-hing'd fancy) fomething favourss Of tyranny, and will ignoble make you,, Yea, fcandalous to the world. Leo. On your allegiance, Out of the chamber with her. Were I a tyrant, Paul. I pray you, do not push me, I'll be gone. Look to your babe, my Lord, 'tis your's; Jove fend her t A better guiding fpirit! What need thefe hands ?... You, that are thus fo tender o'er his follies, Will never do him good, not one of you. [Exity. Leo. Thou, traytor, haft fet on thy wife to this. My child away with't. Even thou, thou that haft A heart fo tender o'er it, take it hence, And fee it inftantly confum'd with fire; Even thou, and none but thou. Take it up ftraights: Within this hour bring me word it is done, And by good teftimony, or I'll feize thy life, With what thou elfe call'ft thine: if thou refufe, . The baftard brains with thefe my proper hands- For thou fett'ft on thy wife.. Ant. I did not, Sir: Thefe Lords, my noble fellows, if they pleafe, Lord. We can; my royal Liege,, He is not guilty of her coming hither. Leg. You're liars all. Lords. 'Befeech your Highness give us better credit. We've always truly ferv'd you, and beseech you So to esteem of us and on our knees we beg1: (As recompence of our dear fervices. Paft,', Paft, and to come) that you do change this purpose, Leo. I am a feather for each wind that blows: And call me father? better burn it now, It fhall not neither. You, Sir, come you hither; [To Antigonus. You, that have been fo tenderly officious To fave this baftard's life; (for 'tis a baftard, Ant. Any thing, my Lord, That my ability may undergo, And noblenefs impofe: at leaft, thus much; Lea. It fhall be poffible; fwear by this fword, Ant. I will, my Lord. Leo. Mark and perform it; feeft thou? for the fail Of any point in't fhall not only be Death to thyfelf, but to thy lewd-tongu'd wife, Ant. I fwear to do this: tho' a prefent death (Cafting (Cafting their favagenefs afide) have done In more than this deed does require; and bleffing, Leo. No; I'll not rear Another's iffue. Enter a Meffenger. [Exit, with the child. Mef. Please your Highness, pofts, From thofe you fent to th' oracle, are come Being well arriv'd from Delphos, are both landed,, Lord. So pleafe you, Sir, their speed: Leo. Twenty-three days. They have been abfent: this good speed foretels,, The truth of this appear. Prepare you, Lords,, A CT II [Exeunt, feverally... SCENE, a Part of Sicily near the Sea-fide.. Enter Cleomines and Dion, CLEOMINES. HE climate's delicate, the air moft fweet, (12) The common praise it bears. (12) The climate's delicate, the air moft (weet, Dion. Fertile the ife-] I must subjoin a very reasonable con jecture |