The cause were not in being; part o'the cause, 1 Atten. Who's there? My lord? Leon. How does the boy? 1 Atten. 'Tis hop'd, his sickness is discharg'd. Leon. His nobleness! Conceiving the dishonour of his mother, He straight declin'd, droop'd, took it deeply; And downright languish'd. - Leave me solely9:-go, See how he fares. [Exit Attend.] - Fye, fye no thought of him; The very thought of my revenges that way And in his parties, his alliance, — Let him be, - Until a time may serve: for present vengeance, 1 Lord. Enter PAULINA, with a Child. You must not enter. Paul. Nay, rather, good my lords, be second to me: Fear you his tyrannous passion more, alas, 9 Leave me solely:] That is, leave me alone. Than the queen's life? a gracious innocent soul; Ant. That's enough. 1 Atten. Madam, he hath not slept to-night; com manded None should come at him. Not so hot, good sir; Paul. Do come with words as med'cinal as true; Honest, as either; to purge him of that humour, Leon. What noise there, ho? Paul. No noise, my lord; but needful conference, About some gossips for your highness. Leon. How? Away with that audacious lady: Antigonus, I charg'd thee, that she should not come about me; Paul. From all dishonesty, he can: in this, (Unless he take the course that you have done, Commit me, for committing honour,) trust it, He shall not rule me. Ant. When she will take the rein, I let her run; Paul. Lo you now; you hear! Good my liege, I come, — And, I beseech you, hear me, who profess† + "who professes."— MALONE. I say, I come Less appear so, in comforting your evils', Than such as most seem yours: From your good queen, Leon. Good queen! Paul. Good queen, my lord, good queen: I say, good queen. And would by combat make her good, so were I Leon. Force her hence. Paul. Let him, that makes but trifles of his eyes Leon. [Laying down the child. A mankind witch! Hence with her, out o' door: A most intelligencing bawd! Paul. I am as ignorant in that, as you Not so: In so entitling me: and no less honest Than you are mad; which is enough, I'll warrant, Leon. Traitors! Out! Will you not push her out? Give her the bastard:Thou, dotard, [to ANTIGONUS,] thou art woman-tir'd 4, unroosted By thy dame Partlet here,— take up the bastard; 1 in comforting your evils,] Comforting is here used in the legal sense of comforting and abetting in a criminal action. 2 the worst about you.] Were I the weakest of your servants, I would yet claim the combat against any accuser. 3 A mankind witch!] i. e. masculine. 4 thou art woman-tir'd,] Woman-tir'd, is peck'd by a woman; hen-pecked. 5 - thy crone.] i. e. thy old worn-out woman. A croan is an old toothless sheep: thence an old woman. Paul. Unvenerable be thy hands, if thou For ever Tak'st up the princess, by that forced baseness Leon. He dreads his wife. 6 Paul. So, I would, you did; then 'twere past all doubt, You'd call your children yours. Leon. A nest of traitors! Nor I; nor any, Ant. I am none, by this good light. But one, that's here; and that's himself: for he The sacred honour of himself, his queen's, His hopeful son's, his babe's, betrays to slander, Whose sting is sharper than the sword's; and will not Leon. A callat, Of boundless tongue; who late hath beat her husband, It is the issue of Polixenes: Hence with it; and, together with the dam, Commit them to the fire. Paul. It is yours; And, might we lay the old proverb to your charge, The trick of his frown, his forehead; nay, the valley, 6 Unvenerable be thy hands, if thou Tak'st up the princess, by that forced baseness-] Leontes had ordered Antigonus to take up the bastard; Paulina forbids him to touch the princess under that appellation. Forced is false, uttered with violence to truth. JOHNSON. So like to him that got it, if thou hast The ordering of the mind too, 'mongst all colours Her children not her husband's ! Leon. And, lozel, thou art worthy to be hang'd, That wilt not stay her tongue. Ant. A gross hag! Hang all the husbands, Once more, take her hence. That cannot do that feat, you'll leave yourself Hardly one subject. Leon. Not she, which burns in't. I'll not call you tyrant; (Not able to produce more accusation Than your own weak-hing'd fancy,) something savours Of tyranny, and will ignoble make Yea, scandalous to the world. Leon. Out of the chamber with her. you, On your allegiance, Paul. I pray you do not push me; I'll be gone. Look to your babe, my lord; 'tis yours: Jove send her 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, so: Farewell; we are gone. [Exit. Leon. Thou, traitor, hast set on thy wife to this. My child? away with't! even thou, that hast A heart so tender o'er it, take it hence, 7 No yellow in't;] Yellow is the colour of jealousy. 8 And, lozel,] A term of contempt, meaning worthless, dishonest. |