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The anger of the king; nor guilty of,
Keep. I do believe it.
upon Mine honour, I will stand 'twixt you and danger.
A Room in the Palace.
Enter LBONTES, ANTIGONUS, Lords, and other
Leon. Nor night, nor day, no rest: It is but
[Advancing Leon. How does the boy? 1 Atten.
He took good rest to-night; 'Tis hop'd, his sickness is discharg’d.
And downright languish’d. - Leave me solely:—go, See how he fares. [Exit Attend.]-Fye, fye! 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 Shalí she, within my power.
Enter PAULINA, with a Child. 1 Lord.
You must not enter. Paul. Nay, rather, good my lords, be second to
you his tyrannous passion more, alas,
That's enough. 1 Atten. 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 Nourish the cause of his awaking: I Do come with words as med'cinal as true; Honest, as either; to purge him of that humour, That presses him from sleep.
What noise there, ho? Paul. No noise, my lord; but needful conference, About some gossips for
your highness. Leon.
Leare me solely:1 That is, leave me alone.
Away with that audacious lady: Antigonus,
I told her so, my lord,
What, canst not rule her?
Lo you now; you hear!
Good my liege, I come,-
say, good queen; And would by combat make her good, so were I 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 ; Here 'tis; commends it to your blessing.
[Laying down the Child.
- 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. VOL. IV.
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 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
up the princess, by that forced baseness
He dreads his wife. Paul. So, I would, you did; then 'twere past all
doubt, You'd call
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,
S A mankind witch!] i. e. masculine.
thou art woman-tir'd,] Woman-tir'd, 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 compellid to't,) once remove The root of his opinion, which is rotten, As ever oak, or stone, was sound. Leon.
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.
7 No yellow in't ;] Yellow is the colour of jealousy.
• And, lozel,] A term of contempt, meaning worthless, dishonest.