Praise her but for this her without-door form, Virtue itself:-these fhrugs, these hums, and haes, HER. Should a villain say so, The most replenish'd villain in the world, LEO. You have mistook, my lady, A Federary with her; and one that knows That vulgars give bold'ft titles; ay, and privy HER. No, by my life, Privy to none of this: How will this grieve you, 25 v. Note You fcarce can right me throughly then, to fay LEO. No; if I do mistake In those foundations which I build upon, A fchool-boy's top. Away with her to prison: HER. There's fome ill planet reigns: Good my lords, I am not prone to weeping, as our sex That honourable grief lodg'd † here, which burns Shall beft inftru&t you, measure me; And fo The king's will be perform'd. LEO. Shall I be heard? [to the Guard. [Seeing them delay. 'beseech your HER. Who is't, that goes with me? My women may be with me; for, you fee, [highness, My plight requires it. Do not weep, good fools; There is no cause: when you shall know, your mistress Has deserv'd prison, then abound in tears, As I come out; this action, I now go on, Is for my better grace. Adieu, my I never wish'd to fee you forry; now, lord: I truft, I fhall. My women, come; you have leave. LEO. Go, do our bidding; hence. [Exeunt Queen, and her Ladies. 1. L. Befeech your highnefs, call the queen again. ANT. Be certain what you do, fir; left your juftice Prove violence; in the which three great ones fuffer, Yourself, your queen, your fon. 1. L. For her, my lord, I dare my life lay down, and will do't, fir, Please you to accept it, that the I'the eyes of heaven, and to you; In this which you accuse her. ANT. If it prove queen is fpotless I mean, She's otherwise, I'll keep my ftable-stand where Than when I feel, and fee her, no farther truft her; Ay, every dram of woman's flesh, is false, If the be. LEO. Hold your peaces. 1. L. Good my lord, · ANT. It is for you we speak, not for ourselves: You are abus'd, and by fome putter-on, That will be damn'd for't; 'would I knew the villain, I have three daughters; the eldest is eleven ; LEO. Ceafe; no more. You smell this business with a fenfe as cold Aş is a dead man's nose: but I do fee't, and feel't; As you feel doing † thus, and fee withal 10 ftables where The inftruments that feel. ANT. If it be so, We need no grave to bury honefty; LEO. What, lack I credit? 1. L. 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 fufpicion; Be blam'd for't how you might. LEO. Why, what need we Commune with you of this? but rather follow ANT. And I wish, my liege, You had only in your filent judgment try'd it, LEO. How could that be? Either thou art most ignorant by age, Or thou wert born a fool. Camillo's flight, Added to their familiarity, (Which was as grofs as ever touch'd conjecture; That lack'd fight only, nought for approbation Made up to the deed) doth pufh on this proceeding: (For, in an act of this importance, 'twere Of ftuft fufficiency: now, from the oracle LEO. Though I am fatiffy'd, and need no more Give reft to the minds of others; such as † he, Come up to the truth: So have we thought it good, ANT. "To laughter, as I take it, "If the good truth were known.” [Exeunt SCENE II. The fame. Outer-Room of a Prison. PAU. The keeper of the prison, call to him; [to an Att. What dost thou then in prison ? Now, good fir, You know me, do you not? Kee. For a worthy lady, And one whom much I honour. PAU. Pray you then, |