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Not so:

Leon.

Out! A mankind witch!: Hence with her, out o' door: A most intelligencing bawd!

Paul. I am as ignorant in that, as you In so entitling me: and no less honest Than you are mad; which is enough, I'll warrant, As this world goes, to pass for honest. Leon.

Traitors! Will

you not push her out ? Give her the bastard : Thou, dotard, [TO ANTIGONUS.] thou art woman

tir'd, unroosted By thy dame Partlet here,—take up the bastard; Take't

up,

I say; give't to thy crones
Paul.
Unvenerable be thy hands, if thou
Tak’st up the princess, by that forced baseness
Which he has put upon't !
Leon.

He dreads his wife,
Paul. So, I would, you did; then 'twere past all

doubt, You'd call

your
children

yours.
Leon.

A nest of traitors!
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 son's, his babe's, betrays to slander,

For ever

5

3 A mankind witch !] i. e. masculine.

4thou art woman-tir'd,] Woman-tird, is peck'd by a woman; hen-pecked.

thy crone ] i.e. thy old worn-out woman. A croan is an old toothless sheep: thence an old woman. 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.

It is yours ;

Whose sting is sharper than the sword's; and will

not (For as the case now stands, it is a curse He cannot be compelld to’t,) once remove The root of his opinion, which is rotten, As ever oak, or stone, was sound. Leon.

A callat,
Of boundless tongue; who late hath beat her huse

band,
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.
And, might we lay the old proverb to your charge,
So like you, 'tis the worse.-Behold, my lords,
Although the print be little, the whole matter
And
copy

of the father : eye, nose, lip, The trick of his frown, his forehead ; nay, the val

ley, The pretty dimples of his chin, and cheek; his

smiles;
The very mould and frame of hand, nail, finger :
And, thou, good goddess nature, which hast made it
So like to him that got it, if thou hast
The ordering of the mind too, 'mongst all colours
No yellow in't ;) lest she suspect, as he does,
Her children not her husband's !
Leon.

A gross 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.

? No yellow in't ;] Yellow is the colour of jealousy.

8 And, lozel,] A term of contempt, meaning worthless, dishonest.

vours

Leon.

Once more, take her hence. Paul. A most unworthy and unnatural lord Can do no more. Leon.

I'll have thee burn'd. Paul.

I care not: It is an heretick, that makes the fire, Not she, 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 saOf tyranny, and will ignoble make

you, Yea, scandalous to the world. Leon.

On your allegiance, Out of the chamber with her. Were I a tyrant, Where were her life? she durst not call me so, If she did know me one. Away with her.

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.

[ Erit. 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, And see it instantly consum'd with fire ; Even thou, and none but thou. Take it up straight : Within this hour bring me word 'tis done, (And by good testimony,) or I'll seize thy life, With what thou else call'st thine: If thou refuse, 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’st on thy wife. Ant.

I did not, sir:

These lords, my noble fellows, if they please,
Can clear me in't.
1 Lord.

We can; my royal liege,
He is not guilty of her coming hither.

Leon. You are liars all. i Lord. 'Beseech your highness, give us better

credit; We have always truly serv'd you;

and beseech So to esteem of us : And on our knees we beg, (As recompense of our dear services, Past, and to come,) that you do change this pur

pose ; Which, being so horrible, so bloody, must Lead on to some foul issue: We all kneel.

Leon. I am 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 ;

[TO ANTIGONUS. You that have been so tenderly officious With lady Margery, your midwife, there, To save this bastard's life: for 'tis a bastard, So sure as this beard's grey,—what will you

you adventure To save this brat's life? Ant.

Any thing, my lord,
That my ability may undergo,
And nobleness impose : at least, thus much;
I'll pawn the little blood which I have left,
To save the innocent: any thing possible.

Leon. It shall be possible: Swear by this sword,
Thou wilt perform my bidding.
Ant.

I will, my lord. Leon. Mark, and perform it; (seest thou ?) for

the fail

Swear by this sword,] It was anciently the custom to swear by the cross on the handle of a sword.

Of any point in't shall not only be
Death to thyself, but to thy lew'd-tongu'd wife;
Whom, for this time, we pardon. We enjoin thee,
As thou art liegeman to us, that thou carry
This female bastard hence; and that thou bear it
To some remote and desert place, quite out
Of our dominions; and that there thou leave it,
Without more mercy, to its own protection,
And favour of the climate. As by strange fortune
It came to us, I do in justice 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 swear to do this, though 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 say,
Casting their savageness aside, have done
Like offices of pity.-Sir, be prosperous
In more than this deed doth require! and blessing,
Against this cruelty, fight on thy side,
Poor thing, condemnd to loss !

[Evit, with the Child. Leon.

No, I'll not rear Another's issue.

1 Atten. Please your highness, posts, From those you sent to the oracle, are come An hour since: Cleomenes and Dion, Being well arriv'd from Delphos, are both landed, Hasting to the court. I Lord.

So please you, sir, their speed Hath been beyond account. Leon.

Twenty-three days They have been absent: "Tis good speed; foretels,

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commend it strangely to some place,] Commit it to some place, as a stranger, without more provision.

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