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To bear the matter thus; mere weakness, if
My lord? [advancing. Leon. How does the boy? 1 Atten.
He took good rest to-night; '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; Fasten'd and fix'd the shame on't in himself; Threw off his spirit, his appetite, his sleep, And down-right languish'd.-- Leave me solely: go, See how he fares. [Exit Attend.]-Fie, fie! no thought
of him;The very thought of my revenges that way Recoil upon me: in himself too mighty; 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 Shall she, within my power.
Enter PAULINA, with a Child. 1 Lord.
You must not enter. Paul. Nay, rather, good my lords, be second to
Fear you his tyrannous passion more, alas,
That's enough. 1 Atten. Madam, he hath not slept to-night; com
manded None should come at him. Paul.
Not so hot, good sir;
creep like shadows by him, and do sigh
him from sleep. 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; I knew, she would. Ant.
I told her so, my lord, On your displeasure's peril, and on mine, She should not visit you.
What, canst not rule her? Paul. From all dishonesty, he can: in this, (Unless he take the course that you
Lo you now; you hear!
Good my liege, I come,
:-I say, I come
Force her hence.
[Laying down the child. Leon.
Out! A mankind witch! Hence with her, out o' door: A most intelligencing bawd!
Not so: 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.
tir'd 23, unroosted
He dreads his wife.
doubt, You'd call your
A nest of traitors!
Nor I; nor any,
It is yours;
of the father: eye, nose, lip,
A gross hag!
Hang all the husbands,
Once more, take her hence,
I'll have thee burn'd.