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The cause were not in being ;—part o'the cause,
My lord ?
[Adrancing. Leon. How does the boy ? 1 Atten.
He took good rest to-night; 'Tis hop’d, his sickness is discharg’d.
thought of him ;
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,
Than the queen's life? a gracious innocent soul;
That's enough. 1 Atten. Madam, he hath not slept to-night; com
Not so hot, good sir ;
What noise there, ho ? Paul. No noise, my lord; but needful conference, About some gossips for your highness.
I told her so, my lord,
What, canst not rule her ?
Lo you now; you hear!
Good my liege, I come,-
+ " who professes” Malone.
Less appear so, in comforting your evils",
Force her hence
(Laying down the Child. Leon.
unroosted By thy dame Partlet here,-take up the bastard ; Take't up, I say; give't to thy crone.
1- in comforting your evils,] Comforting is here used in the legal sense of comforting and abetting in a criminal action.
? --- 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-tird,] Woman-tird, is peck'd by a woman; hen-pecked. o t hy crone.] i. e. thy old worn-out woman. A croan is an old toothless sheep : thence an old woman.
He dreads his wife.
A nest of traitors!
Nor I; nor any,
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. Paril.
It is yours; 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 old matter And copy of the father : eye, nose, lip, The trick of his frown, his forehead; nay, the valley, 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
6 Unvenerable be thy hands, if thou
Takst 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
A gross hag !-
Hang all the husbands,
Once more take her hence.
I'll have thee burn’d.
I care not:
On your allegiance,
Paul. I pray you do not push me; I'll be 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,
? No yellow in't ;] Yellow is the colour of jealousy.
* And, lozel,] A term of contempt, meaning worthless, dishonest.