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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.
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
I say; give't to thy crones
He dreads his wife,
doubt, You'd call
A nest of traitors!
Nor I; nor any,
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.
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
A gross hag !-
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.
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,
We can; my royal liege,
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,
Leon. It shall be possible: Swear by this sword,
I will, my lord. Leon. Mark, and perform it; (seest thou ?) for
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
Ant. I swear to do this, though a present death
[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,
commend it strangely to some place,] Commit it to some place, as a stranger, without more provision.