Chapter XXVI: Act II: SCENE I. A room in LEONTES' palace

_Enter_ HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS, _and_ Ladies.

_Her._ Take the boy to you: he so troubles me,
'Tis past enduring.

_First Lady._ Come, my gracious lord,
Shall I be your play-fellow?

_Mam._ No, I 'll none of you.

_First Lady._ Why, my sweet lord?

_Mam._ You'll kiss me hard, and speak to me as if 5
I were a baby still. I love you better.

_Sec. Lady._ And why so, my lord?

_Mam._ Not for because
Your brows are blacker; yet black brows, they say,
Become some women best, so that there be not
Too much hair there, but in a semicircle, 10
Or a half-moon made with a pen.

_Sec. Lady._ Who taught you this?

_Mam._ I learn d it out of women's faces. Pray now
What colour are your eyebrows?

_First Lady._ Blue, my lord.

_Mam._ Nay, that's a mock: I have seen a lady's nose
That has been blue, but not her eyebrows.

_First Lady._ Hark ye; 15
The queen your mother rounds apace: we shall
Present our services to a fine new prince
One of these days; and then you'ld wanton with us,
If we would have you.

_Sec. Lady._ She is spread of late
Into a goodly bulk: good time encounter her! 20

_Her._ What wisdom stirs amongst you? Come, sir, now
I am for you again: pray you, sit by us,
And tell's a tale.

_Mam._ Merry or sad shall't be?

_Her._ As merry as you will.

_Mam._ A sad tale's best for winter: I have one 25
Of sprites and goblins.

_Her._ Let's have that, good sir.
Come on, sit down: come on, and do your best
To fright me with your sprites; you're powerful at it.

_Mam._ There was a man--

_Her._ Nay, come, sit down; then on.

_Mam._ Dwelt by a churchyard: I will tell it softly; 30
Yond crickets shall not hear it.

_Her._ Come on, then,
And give't me in mine ear.

_Enter_ LEONTES, _with_ ANTIGONUS, Lords, _and_ others.

_Leon._ Was he met there? his train? Camillo with him?

_First Lord._ Behind the tuft of pines I met them; never
Saw I men scour so on their way: I eyed them 35
Even to their ships.

_Leon._ How blest am I
In my just censure, in my true opinion!
Alack, for lesser knowledge! how accursed
In being so blest! There may be in the cup
A spider steep'd, and one may drink, depart, 40
And yet partake no venom; for his knowledge
Is not infected: but if one present
The abhorr'd ingredient to his eye, make known
How he hath drunk, he cracks his gorge, his sides,
With violent hefts. I have drunk, and seen the spider. 45
Camillo was his help in this, his pander:
There is a plot against my life, my crown;
All's true that is mistrusted: that false villain
Whom I employ'd was pre-employ'd by him:
He has discover'd my design, and I 50
Remain a pinch'd thing; yea, a very trick
For them to play at will. How came the posterns
So easily open?

_First Lord._ By his great authority;
Which often hath no less prevail'd than so
On your command.

_Leon._ I know't too well. 55
Give me the boy: I am glad you did not nurse him:
Though he does bear some signs of me, yet you
Have too much blood in him.

_Her._ What is this? sport?

_Leon._ Bear the boy hence; he shall not come about her;
Away with him! and let her sport herself 60
With that she's big with; for 'tis Polixenes
Has made thee swell thus.

_Her._ But I'ld say he had not,
And I'll be sworn you would believe my saying,
Howe'er you lean to the nayward.

_Leon._ You, my lords,
Look on her, mark her well; be but about 65
To say 'she is a goodly lady,' and
The justice of your hearts will thereto add
''Tis pity she's not honest, honourable:'
Praise her but for this her without-door form,
Which on my faith deserves high speech, and straight 70
The shrug, the hum or ha, these petty brands
That calumny doth use; O, I am out,
That mercy does, for calumny will sear
Virtue itself: these shrugs, these hums and ha's,
When you have said 'she's goodly,' come between 75
Ere you can say 'she's honest:' but be't known,
From him that has most cause to grieve it should be,
She's an adulteress.

_Her._ Should a villain say so,
The most replenish'd villain in the world,
He were as much more villain: you, my lord, 80
Do but mistake.

_Leon._ You have mistook, my lady,
Polixenes for Leontes: O thou thing!
Which I 'll not call a creature of thy place,
Lest barbarism, making me the precedent,
Should a like language use to all degrees 85
And mannerly distinguishment leave out
Betwixt the prince and beggar: I have said
She's an adulteress; I have said with whom:
More, she's a traitor and Camillo is
A federary with her; and one that knows, 90
What she should shame to know herself
But with her most vile principal, that she's
A bed-swerver, even as bad as those
That vulgars give bold'st titles; ay, and privy
To this their late escape.

_Her._ No, by my life, 95
Privy to none of this. How will this grieve you,
When you shall come to clearer knowledge, that
You thus have publish'd me! Gentle my lord,
You scarce can right me throughly then to say
You did mistake.

_Leon._ No; if I mistake 100
In those foundations which I build upon,
The centre is not big enough to bear
A school-boy's top. Away with her, to prison!
He who shall speak for her is afar off guilty
But that he speaks.

_Her._ There's some ill planet reigns: 105
I must be patient till the heavens look
With an aspect more favourable. Good my lords,
I am not prone to weeping, as our sex
Commonly are; the want of which vain dew
Perchance shall dry your pities: but I have 110
That honourable grief lodged here which burns
Worse than tears drown: beseech you all, my lords,
With thoughts so qualified as your charities
Shall best instruct you, measure me; and so
The king's will be perform'd!

_Leon._ Shall I be heard? 115

_Her._ Who is't that goes with me? Beseech your highness,
My women may be with me; for you see
My plight requires it. Do not weep, good fools;
There is no cause: when you shall know your mistress
Has deserved prison, then abound in tears 120
As I come out: this action I now go on
Is for my better grace. Adieu, my lord:
I never wish'd to see you sorry; now
I trust I shall. My women, come; you have leave.

_Leon._ Go, do our bidding; hence! 125

[Exit Queen, guarded; with Ladies.

_First Lord._ Beseech your highness, call the queen again.

_Ant._ Be certain what you do, sir, lest your justice
Prove violence; in the which three great ones suffer,
Yourself, your queen, your son.

_First Lord._ For her, my lord,
I dare my life lay down and will do't, sir, 130
Please you to accept it, that the queen is spotless
I' the eyes of heaven and to you; I mean,
In this which you accuse her.

_Ant._ I fit prove
She's otherwise, I'll keep my stables where
I lodge my wife; I'll go in couples with her; 135
Than when I feel and see her no farther trust her;
For every inch of woman in the world,
Ay, every dram of woman's flesh is false,
If she be.

_Leon._ Hold your peaces.

_First Lord._ Good my lord,--

_Ant._ It is for you we speak, not for ourselves: 140
You are abused and by some putter-on
That will be damn'd for't; would I knew the villain,
I would land-damn him. Be she honour-flaw'd,
I have three daughters; the eldest is eleven;
The second and the third, nine, and some five; 145
If this prove true, they'll pay for't: by mine honour,
I'll geld 'em all; fourteen they shall not see,
To bring false generations: they are co-heirs;
And I had rather glib myself than they
Should not produce fair issue.

_Leon._ Cease; no more. 150
You smell this business with a sense as cold
As is a dead man's nose: but I do see't and feel't,
As you feel doing thus; and see withal
The instruments that feel.

_Ant._ I fit be so,
We need no grave to bury honesty: 155
There's not a grain of it the face to sweeten
Of the whole dungy earth.

_Leon._ What! lack I credit?

_First Lord._ I had rather you did lack than I, my lord,
Upon this ground; and more it would content me
To have her honour true than your suspicion, 160
Be blamed for't how you might.

_Leon._ Why, what need we
Commune with you of this, but rather follow
Our forceful instigation? Our prerogative
Calls not your counsels, but our natural goodness
Imparts this; which if you, or stupified 165
Or seeming so in skill, cannot or will not
Relish a truth like us, inform yourselves
We need no more of your advice: the matter,
The loss, the gain, the ordering on't, is all
Properly ours.

_Ant._ And I wish, my liege, 170
You had only in your silent judgement tried it,
Without more overture.

_Leon._ How could that be?
Either thou art most ignorant by age,
Or thou wert born a fool. Camillo's flight,
Added to their familiarity, 175
Which was as gross as ever touch'd conjecture,
That lack'd sight only, nought for approbation
But only seeing, all other circumstances
Made up to the deed,--doth push on this proceeding:
Yet, for a greater confirmation, 180
For in an act of this importance 'twere
Most piteous to be wild, I have dispatch'd in post
To sacred Delphos, to Apollo's temple,
Cleomenes and Dion, whom you know
Of stuff'd sufficiency: now from the oracle 185
They will bring all; whose spiritual counsel had,
Shall stop or spur me. Have I done well?

_First Lord._ Well done, my lord.

_Leon._ Though I am satisfied and need no more
Than what I know, yet shall the oracle 190
Give rest to the minds of others, such as he
Whose ignorant credulity will not
Come up to the truth. So have we thought it good
From our free person she should be confined,
Lest that the treachery of the two fled hence 195
Be left her to perform. Come, follow us;
We are to speak in public; for this business
Will raise us all.

_Ant._ [_Aside_] To laughter, as I take it,
If the good truth were known. [_Exeunt._

LINENOTES:

SCENE I. A room....] The Palace. Theobald. The Scene continues. Pope.

Enter....] Enter HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS, Ladies: LEONTES, ANTIGONUS,
Lords. Ff. (Lord. F2 F3 F4).

[6,7] _love ... lord?_] As one line by S. Walker.

[7] _my lord_] _pray, my lord_ Hanmer _my good lord_ Steevens.

[10] _semicircle_] _cemicircle_ F1

[11] _Or_] _Like_ Hanmer. _taught you this_] Rowe. _taught
this_ F1. _taught this_ F2 F3 F4.

[13] _are_] F1. _be_ F2 F3 F4.

[18] _you'ld_] F3. _you'ld_ F1 F2. _you'l_ F4. _you'll_
Rowe.

[23] _shall't_] _shall it_ Steevens.

[25, 26.] _for winter ... goblins_] As one line in Hanmer.

_I have ... goblins_] Arranged as by Dyce; as one line in Ff.

[26] _good sir_] _sir_ Steevens.

[26, 28.] _sprites_] Capell. _sprights_ Ff.

[31] _Yond_] Ff. _Yon'_ Capell.

[31, 32.] _Come ... ear_] Arranged as in Capell; as one line in Ff.

[32] _give't_] _give it_ Hanmer.

[32] Enter....] Capell. Enter L., A., and Lords. Rowe. om. F1. Enter
L. F2 F3 F4.

[33] SCENE II. Pope.

[34] First Lord] Capell (and throughout the Scene). Lord. Ff.

[36] _Even_] _On even_ Hanmer.] _blest_] _blessed then_ Steevens conj.

[40] _drink, depart_] _drink; depart_ Ff. _drink a part_ Collier MS.
_deep o't_ Staunton conj. _drain if deep_ Jervis conj.

[50] _has_] _hath_ Rowe.

[51] _pinch'd_] _perch'd_ Jackson conj.

[54] _often hath no less prevail'd than so_] _hath prevailed
oftentimes no less Than so_ Hanmer.

[55] _command_] _commandement_ S. Walker conj.

_too well._] _too well, too well._ Anon. conj.

[56] _I am_] _I'm_ Pope.

[61] [Some bear off Mamillius. Capell.

[62] _But I'ld_] F4. _But Il'd_ F1 F2 F3. _I'd but_ Hanmer.

[68] _honest, honourable_] _honest: honourable_ Ff.
_honest-honourable_ S. Walker conj.

[73] _does_] _do's_ Ff. _doth_ Hanmer.

_sear_] _fear_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[76] _be't_] Ff. _be it_ Steevens. _it be_ Id. (1793), corrected in
MS.

[84] _Lest_] _Least_ Ff.

[90.: _federary_] _feodary_ Collier (ed. 2. Malone conj.).

_and one_] one Hanmer. _ay, and one_ S. Walker conj.

[91] _shame_] _be asham'd_ Hanmer.

_herself_] _herself with none_ Anon. conj.

[92] _But ... principal_] omitted by Capell.

_vile_] Pope. _vild_ Ff.

[92, 93] _she's A bed-swerver_] _she Is a bed-swerver_ S. Walker conj.
ending lines 90-93 at _one ... herself ... she._

[93] _bed-swerver_] _bed-swarver_ Ff.

_even_] _e'en_ S. Walker conj.

[94] _That vulgars_] _That vulgar_ Rowe. _The vulgar_ Hanmer.

_bold'st_] _bold_ Steevens (1793).

[99] _then to_] _than to_ Rowe (ed. 1).

[100] _No_] _No, no_ Steevens (1793).

_I mistake_] _I do mistake_ Hanmer.

[103] _her, to_] Ff. _her to_ Pope.

[104] _her is_] _her's_ S. Walker conj.

_afar off_] F4. _a farre-off_ F1 F2. _afar-off_ F3. _far off Pope._
_far of_ Theobald.

[105] _But_] _In_ Hanmer.

[107] _an aspect more favourable_] _aspect of more favour_ Hanmer.

[115] [To the Guard. Capell.

[124] _you have_] _you've_ Pope.

[125] Exit....] Theobald, om. Ff.

[127] _lest_] F3 F4. _least_ F1 F2.

[134] _my stables_] _my stable-stand_ Hanmer. _my stable_ Rann. _me
stables_ Collier (Collier MS.), _my stabler_ or _my stablers_ Edd.
conj.

[136] _Than_] Pope (ed. 2). _Then_ Ff. See note (v).

_farther_] F1. _further_ F2 F3 F4.

[141] _abused and by_] _abus'd and by_ F1. _abus'd by_ F2 F3 F4.
_abused by_ Rowe.

[143] _I would ... him._] _And I would--damn him;--_ Mitford conj.

[143] _land-damn_] _Land-damne_ F1. _land-damm_ Hanmer. _laudanum_
Farmer conj. _lamback_ Collier (ed. 2) (Collier MS.), _half-damn_
Heath conj. _live-damn_ S. Walker conj. _landan_ or _lantam_ or
_rantan_ Halliwell conj. See note (vi).

[145] _nine, and some five_] Theobald. _nine: and some fiue_ F1.
_nine: and sonnes five_ F2 F3. _nine: and sons five_ F4.

[147] _'em_] F3 F4. _em_ F1 F2. _them_ Capell.

[149] _glib_] _lib_ Grey conj. _unsib_ Heath conj.

[152] _but I do_] _I_ Pope.

[153] [Laying hold of his arm. Hanmer. Sinking his brows. Johnson.
Striking his brows. Steevens.

[154] _The ... so_] _The instruments of that you feel._ Ant. _If so_
Heath conj.

_that_] _I_ Hanmer.

[160] _her_] _your_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[162] _of_] F1. _for_ F2 F3 F4.

_but_] _not_ Hanmer.

[167] _a truth_] _as truth_ Rowe (ed. 1).

[169, 170] _on't, is all Properly_] Theobald. _on't, Is all properly_
Ff. _on't, Is properly all_ Pope. _on't are all Properly_ Hanmer.

[177] _lack'd_] _lack'd,_ Staunton.

[182] _I have_] _I haue_ F1. _I've_ Hanmer.

[184] _Cleomenes_] Capell. _Cleomines_ Ff (and throughout).

_Dion_] F1. _Deon_ F2 F3 F4.

[187] _me_] _me on_ Hanmer.

[193] _have we_] F1 F2. _we have_ F3 F4.

[195] _Lest_] F4. _Least_ F1 F2 F3.

[198] [Aside] Hanmer.

SCENE II. _A prison._

_Enter_ PAULINA, _a_ Gentleman, _and_ Attendants.

_Paul._ The keeper of the prison, call to him;
Let him have knowledge who I am.
[_Exit Gent._
Good lady,
No court in Europe is too good for thee;
What dost thou then in prison?

_Re-enter_ Gentleman, _with the_ Gaoler.

Now, good sir,
You know me, do you not?

_Gaol._ For a worthy lady 5
And one who much I honour.

_Paul._ Pray you, then,
Conduct me to the queen.

_Gaol._ I may not, madam:
To the contrary I have express commandment.

_Paul._ Here's ado,
To lock up honesty and honour from 10
The access of gentle visitors! Is't lawful, pray you.
To see her women? any of them? Emilia?

_Gaol._ So please you, madam,
To put apart these your attendants, I
Shall bring Emilia forth.

_Paul._ I pray now, call her. 15
Withdraw yourselves. [_Exeunt Gentleman and Attendants._

_Gaol._ And, madam,
I must be present at your conference.

_Paul._ Well, be't so, prithee. [_Exit Gaoler._
Here's such ado to make no stain a stain
As passes colouring.

_Re-enter_ Gaoler, _with_ EMILIA.

Dear gentlewoman, 20
How fares our gracious lady?

_Emil._ As well as one so great and so forlorn
May hold together: on her frights and griefs,
Which never tender lady hath borne greater,
She is something before her time deliver'd. 25

_Paul._ A boy?

_Emil._ A daughter; and a goodly babe,
Lusty and like to live: the queen receives
Much comfort in't; says 'My poor prisoner,
I am innocent as you.'

_Paul._ I dare be sworn:
These dangerous unsafe lunes i' the king, beshrew them! 30
He must be told on't, and he shall: the office
Becomes a woman best; I'll take't upon me:
If I prove honey-mouth'd, let my tongue blister,
And never to my red-look'd anger be
The trumpet any more. Pray you, Emilia, 35
Commend my best obedience to the queen:
If she dares trust me with her little babe,
I'll show't the king and undertake to be
Her advocate to the loud'st. We do not know
How he may soften at the sight o' the child: 40
The silence often of pure innocence
Persuades when speaking fails.

_Emil._ Most worthy madam,
Your honour and your goodness is so evident,
That your free undertaking cannot miss
A thriving issue: there is no lady living 45
So meet for this great errand. Please your ladyship
To visit the next room, I'll presently
Acquaint the queen of your most noble offer;
Who but to-day hammer'd of this design,
But durst not tempt a minister of honour, 50
Lest she should be denied.

_Paul._ Tell her, Emilia,

I'll use that tongue I have: if wit flow from't
As boldness from my bosom, let't not be doubted
I shall do good.

_Emil._ Now be you blest for it!
I'll to the queen: please you, come something nearer. 55

_Gaol._ Madam, if't please the queen to send the babe,
I know not what I shall incur to pass it,
Having no warrant.

_Paul._ You need not fear it, sir:
This child was prisoner to the womb and is
By law and process of great nature thence 60
Freed and enfranchised; not a party to
The anger of the king nor guilty of,
If any be, the trespass of the queen.

_Gaol._ I do believe it.

_Paul._ Do not you fear: upon mine honour, I 65
Will stand betwixt you and danger. [_Exeunt._

LINENOTES:

_Scene ii._] _Scene iii._ Pope.

A prison.] Pope. Outer room of a prison. Capell.

Enter PAULINA....] Hanmer. Enter Paulina, a Gentleman, Gaoler, Emilia.
Ff.

[2] _knowledge_] _the knowledge_ Rowe.

[2, 6] _who_] F1. _whom_ F2 F3 F4.

[Exit Gent.] Rowe (after line 1). om. Ff.

[4] Re-enter....] Rowe (after _do you not?_), om. Ff.

[7-10] Arranged as in Hanmer. _Here's ... from,_ as one line in Ff.
Capell ends the lines _queen ... contrary ... ado, ... from._

[11-13] Hanmer ends the lines _lawful ... them? ... madam._

[13] _So please_] _If it so please_ Hanmer.

[14] _apart_] _a-part_ F1 F2 F3. _a part_ F4.

[15] _pray now_] F1. _pray you now_ F2 F3 F4.

[16] [Exeunt Gent, and Attendants.] Exeunt Gent. &c. Theobald. om. Ff.

[17] _your_] _all your_ Hanmer, ending the lines _be ... well, well
... prithee._

[18] _Well, be't_] _Well; be it_ Rowe. _Well, well; Be it_ Hanmer.

[Exit G.] Exit Kee. Capell. om. Ff.

[19] _Here's_] _Here is_ Capell, reading lines 18-21 as three, ending
_ado ... colouring ... lady?_

[20] Re-enter....] Re-enter Keeper with E. Capell. Enter Emilia. F2 F3
F4. om. F1.

[21] _our_] _one_ F2.

[29] _I am_] _I'm_ Pope.

[30] _unsafe_] _unsane_ Collier (Collier MS.).

_lunes_] _lures_ Becket conj.

_i' the_] _i' th'_ Ff. _o' the_ Steevens.

[31] _On't_] _of it_ Pope.

_he shall_] _shall_ Rowe.

[33] _honey-mouth'd_] _honey-mouth_ Warburton.

[45] _there is_] _there's_ Hanmer.

[49] _hammer'd of_] _hammered of_ Ff. _hammer'd on_ Hanmer.

[51] _Lest_] Rowe. _Least_ Ff.

[53] _let't_] F3 F4. _le't_ F1 F2. _let it_ Steevens.

[59] _This child_] _The child_ Rowe.

[64-66] As two lines in Capell, ending _upon ... danger._

[66] _betwixt_] _'twixt_ Pope.

SCENE III. _A room in_ LEONTES' _palace_.

_Enter_ LEONTES, ANTIGONUS, Lords, _and_ Servants.

_Leon._ Nor night nor day no rest: it is but weakness
To bear the matter thus; mere weakness. If
The cause were not in being,--part o' the cause,
She the adulteress; for the harlot king
Is quite beyond mine arm, out of the blank 5
And level of my brain, plot-proof; but she
I can hook to me: say that she were gone,
Given to the fire, a moiety of my rest
Might come to me again. Who's there?

_First Serv._ My lord?

_Leon._ How does the boy?

_First Serv._ He took good rest to-night; 10
'Tis hoped his sickness is discharged.

_Leon._ To see his nobleness!
Conceiving the dishonour of his mother,
He straight declined, droop'd, took it deeply,
Fasten'd and fix'd the shame on't in himself, 15
Threw off his spirit, his appetite, his sleep,
And downright languish'd. Leave me solely: go,
See how he fares. [_Exit Serv._] Fie, fie! no thought of him:
The very thought of my revenges that way
Recoil upon me: in himself too mighty, 20
And in his parties, his alliance; let him be
Until a time may serve: for present vengeance,
Take it on her. Camillo and Polixenes
Laugh at me, make their pastime at my sorrow:
They should not laugh if I could reach them, nor 25
Shall she within my power.

_Enter_ PAULINA, _with a child_.

_First Lord._ 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,
More free than he is jealous.

_Ant._ That's enough. 30

_Sec. Serv._ Madam, he hath not slept to-night; commanded
None should come at him.

_Paul._ Not so hot, good sir:
I come to bring him sleep. 'Tis such as you,
That creep like shadows by him and do sigh
At each his needless heavings, such as you 35
Nourish the cause of his awaking: I
Do come with words as medicinal as true,
Honest as either, to purge him of that humour
That presses him from sleep.

_Leon._ What noise there, ho?

_Paul._ No noise, my lord; but needful conference 40
About some gossips for your highness.

_Leon._ How!
Away with that audacious lady! Antigonus,
I charged thee that she should not come about me:
I knew she would.

_Ant._ I told her so, my lord,
On your displeasure's peril and on mine, 45
She should not visit you.

_Leon._ What, canst not rule her?

_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._ La you now, you hear: 50
When she will take the rein I let her run;
But she'll not stumble.

_Paul._ Good my liege, I come;
And, I beseech you, hear me, who professes
Myself your loyal servant, your physician,
Your most obedient counsellor, yet that dares 55
Less appear so in comforting your evils,
Than such as most seem yours: I say, I come
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 60
A man, the worst about you.

_Leon._ Force her hence.

_Paul._ Let him that makes but trifles of his eyes
First hand me: on mine own accord I'll off;
But first I'll do my errand. The good queen,
For she is good, hath brought you forth a daughter; 65
Here 'tis; commends it to your blessing.
[_Laying down the child._

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

_Paul._ Not so:
I am as ignorant in that as you
In so entitling me, and no less honest 70
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! thou art woman-tired, unroosted
By thy dame Partlet here. Take up the bastard; 75
Take't up, I say; give't to thy crone.

_Paul._ For ever
Unvenerable be thy hands, if thou
Takest 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 80
You'ld 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, 85
Whose sting is sharper than the sword's; and will not,--
For, as the case now stands, it is a curse
He cannot be compell'd to't,--once remove
The root of his opinion, which is rotten
As ever oak or stone was sound.

_Leon._ A callat 90
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!

_Paul._ It is yours; 95
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's frown; his forehead; nay, the valley, 100
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 105
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 110
Hardly one subject.

_Leon._ Once more, take her hence.

_Paul._ A most unworthy and unnatural lord
Can do no more.

_Leon._ I'll ha' thee burnt.

_Paul._ I care not:
It is an heretic that makes the fire,
Not she which burns in't. I'll not call you tyrant; 115
But this most cruel usage of your queen--
Not able to produce more accusation
Than your own weak-hinged fancy--something savours
Of tyranny and will ignoble make you,
Yea, scandalous to the world.

_Leon._ On your allegiance, 120
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 125
A better guiding spirit! What needs 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. 130
My child? away with't! Even thou, that hast
A heart so tender o'er it, take it hence
And see it instantly consumed with fire;
Even thou and none but thou. Take it up straight:
Within this hour bring me word 'tis done, 135
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; 140
For thou set'st on thy wife.

_Ant._ I did not, sir:
These lords, my noble fellows, if they please,
Can clear me in't.

_Lords._ We can: my royal liege,
He is not guilty of her coming hither.

_Leon._ You're liars all. 145

_First Lord._ Beseech your highness, give us better credit:
We have always truly served you; and beseech you
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 purpose, 150
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 155
Than curse it then. But be it; let it live.
It shall not neither. You, sir, come you hither;
You that have been so tenderly officious
With Lady Margery, your midwife there,
To save this bastard's life,--for 'tis a bastard, 160
So sure as this beard's grey,--what will 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 165
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
Of any point in't shall not only be 170
Death to thyself but to thy lewd-tongued wife,
Whom for this time we pardon. We enjoin thee,
As thou art liege-man to us, that thou carry
This female bastard hence and that thou bear it
To some remote and desert place quite out 175
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, 180
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 185
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 does require! And blessing
Against this cruelty fight on thy side, 190
Poor thing, condemn'd to loss! [_Exit with the child._

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

_Enter a_ Servant.

_Serv._ Please your highness, posts
From those you sent to the oracle are come
An hour since: Cleomenes and Dion,
Being well arrived from Delphos, are both landed, 195
Hasting to the court.

_First Lord._ So please you, sir, their speed
Hath been beyond account.

_Leon._ Twenty three days
They have been absent: 'tis good speed; foretells
The great Apollo suddenly will have
The truth of this appear. Prepare you, lords; 200
Summon a session, that we may arraign
Our most disloyal lady; for, as she hath
Been publicly accused, so shall she have
A just and open trial. While she lives
My heart will be a burthen to me. Leave me, 205
And think upon my bidding. [_Exeunt._

LINENOTES:

SCENE III.] SCENE IV. Pope.

A room....] Scene changes to the Palace. Theobald.

Enter ... and Servants] Enter Leontes, Servants, Paulina, Antigonus
and Lords. Ff.

[2] _weakness. If_] Collier. _weaknesse, if_ Ff.

[3] _being,--_] _being:_ Ff.

[5] _arm_] _aim_ Field conj.

[9] First Atten. [advancing] Capell. Ser. Ff. Enrer. F2. Enter. F3 F4.
om. F1.

[10,11] _rest to-night; 'Tis hoped his_] _rest to night: 'tis hop'd
His_ Ff. _rest To-night tis hop'd his_ Hanmer.

[14] _declined_] _declin'd upon't_ Capell.

_deeply_] _most deeply_ Hanmer.

[18] [Exit....] Theobald.

[20] _Recoil_] _Recoyle_ F1 F2. _Recoyl_ F3 F4. _Recoils_ Hanmer.

[21] _And in ... be_] F1. omitted in F2 F3 F4.

_And_] om. Capell.

_alliance;_] _Alliance;_ F1. _alliances,--_ Capell conj.

[21, 22] _let him be Until_] _let him Be 'till_ Hanmer.

[26] SCENE V. Pope.

Enter P. ... child.] Rowe. Enter P. Ff.

First Lord.] Malone. Lord. Ff.

[30] _That's enough._] Marked as aside by Capell.

[31] Sec. Serv.] Ser. Ff. Atten. [within. Theobald. 2 A. Capell.

[37] _medicinal_] _med'cinal_ Capell.

[39] _What_] F2 F3 F4. _Who_ F1.

[49] _trust it_] _trust me_ Hanmer.

[50] _La you_] _La-you_ Ff. _Lo-you_ Pope.

[51] _rein_] Rowe. _raine_ F1 F2. _rain_ F3 F4.

[53] _professes_] _profess_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[57] _seem_] _seems_ Pope (ed. 2).

[58, 59] Paul. _Good ... say good queen_] As one line in Capell.

[59] _I say good queen_] As one line in Ff.

[60] _her_] _it_ Heath conj.

_good, so_] Theobald, _good so,_ Ff. _good,_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[61] _the worst_] _on th' worst_ Hanmer (Warburton).

[66] [Laying....] Rowe. om. Ff.

[73] [To Ant. Rowe.

[74] _thou art_] _that art_ Capell.

_woman-tired_] _woman-tyr'd_ F1 F2 F3. _woman-tir'd_ F4.

[75] _thy dame_] _the dame_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[76] _thy crone_] _thy croane_ F1. _the croane_ F2 F3. _the croan_ F4.

[78] _forced_] _falsed_ Collier conj.

[85] _his babe's_] _this babe's_ Capell.

[90] _sound_] F1. _found_ F2 F3 F4.

[95] _them_] _it_ Capell conj.

[100] _valley_] _valleys_ Hanmer.

[101] _pretty_] om. Hanmer.

_of his chin_] _of's chin_ Dyce.

_his smiles_] omitted by Capell.

[109] _That_] _Thou_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[Aside. Anon. conj.

[113] _ha' thee_] _have thee_ Steevens.

[118] _something_] _sometimes_ Rowe.

[120] _the world_] _all the world_ Pope.

[125] _Jove_] _God_ Anon. conj.

_her_] _him_ Heath conj.

[126] _better guiding_] _better-guiding_ S. Walker conj.

_needs_] F1. _neede_ F2. _need_ F3 F4.

[130] SCENE VI. Pope.

[131] _with't!_] _with't?_ Ff.

_thou,_] _thou, thou_ Theobald.

[137] _what thou else call'st_] _all that's_ Hanmer, ending line 136
at _seize._

[141] _set'st_] _sett'd'st_ Hanmer.

[142] _These lords_] _The Lords_ Hanmer.

[143] Lords.] Ff. Lord. Rowe. 1. L. Capell.

[143, 144] Lords. _We can ... hither_] Lords. _We can._ First Lord.
_My ... hither_ Anon. conj.

[146] First Lord.] 1. L. Capell. Lord. Ff. Lords. Rowe.

[147] _We have_] _We've_ Pope.

_beseech you_] Rowe. _beseech'_ F1. beseech F2 F3 F4.

[149] _services_] _service_ Hanmer, ending line 148 at _knees._

[152] _we all kneel_] Lords. _We all kneel_ Anon. conj.

[153] _feather_] F1 F2 F3. _father_ F4.

[157] [To Ant. Rowe.

[159] _midwife_] _Mid-wife_ Ff. _mild wife_ Rann (Capell conj.).

[161] _this_] _his_ Theobald conj. _thy_ Collier (Egerton MS.).

[164] _at least_] F1. _at last_ F2 F3 F4.

[166] _any thing possible_] _what's possible_ Hanmer.

[171] _lewd-tongued_] _loud-tongued_ Anon. conj.

[177] _more_] F1. _much_ F2 F3 F4.

_its_] F3 F4. _it_ F1 F2. See note (VII).

[181] _strangely to some_] _to some stranger_ Hanmer.

[182] _chance_] F1 F2. _change_ F3 F4.

[189-191] _require! ... loss!_] _require; and ... side_ (_Poor ...
losse._) Ff. _require; and ... side! Poor ... loss.--_ Theobald.]

[190] _this_] _his_ Roderick conj.

[191] [Exit ... child.] Rowe. Exit. Ff.

_rear_] F3 F4. _reare_ F1. _rare_ F2.

[192] [Enter a Servant.] Ff. Enter a Messenger. Rowe. om. Capell.

Serv.] Ff. Mes. Rowe. 2. A. Capell.

[196] First Lord.] 1. L. Capell. Lord. Ff.

[197] _account_] F4. _accompt_ F1 F2 F3.

[198] _'tis good speed; foretells_] _this good speed foretels_ Pope.

_foretells_] _and foretells_ or _it foretells_ Keightley conj.