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No court in Europe is too good for thee;
What doft thou then in prifon? now, good Sir,
me, do you not?

You know

Re-enter Gentleman, with the Goaler.

Goal. For a worthy lady,

And one whom much I honour.

Paul. Pray you then,

Conduct me to the Queen.

Goal. I may not, Madam;

To the contrary I have exprefs commandment.
Paul. Here's ado to lock up honefty and honour

Th' access of gentle vifitors! Is't lawful, pray you,
To see her women? any of them? Emilia?
Goal. So please you, Madam,

To put a-part thefe your attendants, I
Shall bring Emilia forth.

Paul. I pray you now,

Withdraw yourselves.

Goal. And, Madam,

call hér:

[Exeunt Gent. &c.

I must be present at your conference.

Paul. Well; be it fo, pr'ythee.

Enter Emilia.

Here's fuch ado to make no stain a stain,
As paffes colouring. Dear gentlewoman,
How fares our gracious lady?

Emil. As well, as one fo great and fo forlorn
May hold together; On her frights and griefs.
(Which never tender lady hath borne greater,)
She is something before her time, deliver❜d.
Paul. A boy?

Emil. A daughter, and a goodly babe, Lufty, and like to live: the Queen receives Much comfort in't: fays, My poor prisoner,

I'm innocent as you.

Paul. I dare be fworn:


These dangerous, unfafe lunes i'th' King! befhrew


He must be told on't, and he fhall; the office
Becomes a woman best. I'll take't upon me.
If I prove honey-mouth, let my tongue blifter;
And never to red-look'd



The trumpet any more! Pray you, Emilia,
Commend my beft obedience to the Queen,
If fhe dares truft me with her little babe,
I'll fhew't the King, and undertake to be
Her advocate to th' loud'ft.

We do not know,

How he may foften at the fight o`th' child:
The filence often of pure innocence

Perfuades, when fpeaking fails.

Emil. Moft worthy Madam,

Your honour and your goodness is so evident,
That your free undertaking cannot miss

A thriving iffue: there is no lady living

So meet for his great errand. Please your ladyfhip To visit the next room, I'll presently

Acquaint the Queen of your most noble offer,

Who but to day hammer'd of this defign;

But durft not tempt a minifter of honour,

Left she should be deny'd.

Paul. Tell her, Emilia,

I'll ufe that tongue I have; if wit flow from't,
As boldnefs from my bofom, let't not be doubted
I fhall do good.

Emil. Now be you bleft for it!

I'll to the Queen: please you, come fomething nearer. Goal. 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;
The child was prifoner to the womb, and is
By law and procefs of great nature thence
Free'd and enfranchis'd; not a party to
The anger of the King, nor guilty of,

1 If any be, the trefpafs of the Queen.

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Goal. I do believe it.

Paul. Do not you fear; upon mine honour, I Will ftand 'twixt you and danger.

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Enter Leontes, Antigonus, Lords and other Attendants.

OR night, nor day, no reft;it is but weaknefs

Leo. NOR

To bear the matter thus; mere weakness, if
The cause were not in being, part o'th' caufe,
She, the adultrefs; for the Harlot-King
Is quite beyond mine arm; out of the blank
And level of my brain; plot-proof; but fhe
I can hook to me: fay, that fhe were gone,
Given to the fire, a moiety of my rest
Might come to me again, Who's there?

Enter an Attendant.

Atten. My Lord.

Leo. How do's the boy?

Atten. He took good reft to night; 'tis hop'd, His ficknefs is difcharg'd.

Leo. To fee his noblenefs!

. Conceiving the dishonour of his mother,
He ftraight declin'd, droop'd, took it deeply;
Faften'd, and fix'd the fhame on't in himself;
Threw off his fpirit, his appetite, his fleep,
.And down-right languifh'd. Leave me folely; go,
[Exit Attendant.
See how he fares.-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,


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Until a time may ferve. For prefent vengeance,
Take it on her. Camillo and Polixenes

Laugh at me; make their paftime at my forrow;
They should not laugh, if I could reach them; nor
Shall fhe, within my power.



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Enter Paulina, with a Child.

OU muft not enter.

Paul. Nay rather, good my lords, be fe-
cond to me:

Fear you his tyrannous paffion more, alas,
Than the Queen's life? a gracious innocent foul,
More free than he is jealous.

Ant. That's enough.

Atten. [within.] Madam, he hath not flept to-night commanded,

None fhould come at him.

Paul. Not fo hot, good Sir;

I come to bring him fleep. 'Tis fuch as you,
That creep like fhadows by him, and do figh
At each his needlefs heavings; fuch as you
Nourish the caufe of his awaking. I

Do come with words, as medicinal, as true;
Honeft, as either; to purge him of that humour
That preffes him from fleep.

Leo. What noise there, ho?

Paul. No noife, my Lord, but needful conference, About fome goffips for your Highness.

Leo. How?

Away with that audacious Lady.-Antigonus,

I charg'd thee, that she should not come about me; I knew, fhe would.

Ant. I told her fo, my Lord,

On your difpleafure's peril and on mine,

She should not vifit




Leo. What? canft not rule her?

Paul. From all difhonefly he can; in this,
(Unless he take the course that you have done,
Commit me, for committing honour,) truft it,
He shall not rule me.

Ant. Lo you now, you hear,

When the 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 profess
Myfelf your loyal fervant, your physician,
Your moft obedient councellor: yet that dares
Less appear fo, in comforting your evils,
Than fuch as moft feems yours.

From your good Queen.

Leo. Good Queen?

Paul. Good Queen, my Lord,

Good Queen, I fay, good Queen;


I fay, I come

And would by combat make her good, fo were A man; on th' worst about

Leo. Force her hence.



Paul. Let him, that makes but trifles of his eyes,. First hand me: on mine own accord, I'll off; But firft, I'll do my errand. The good Queen, For fhe is good, hath brought you forth a daughter Here 'tis; commends it to your bleffing.

[Laying down the child.

And would by combat make her good, fo were 1

A man the worst about you. ] Paulina supposes the King's Jealousy to be raised and inflamed by the Courtiers about him; who, the finely fays, creep like fhadows by him, and do figh

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At each his needlefs heavings:-

Surely then, fhe could not say, that were she a Man, the vorft of thefe, fhe would vindicate her Miftrefs's Honour against the King's Sufpicions, in fingle Combat. Shakespear, no doubt, wrote,

-Jo were I

A man, on th' worst about you.

i. e. were I a Man, I would vindicate her Honour, on the Worst of thele Sycophants that are about you.


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