I dare be sworn: I am innocent as you.' Paul. These dangerous unsafe lunes i' the king, beshrew He must be told on 't, and he shall: the office Persuades when speaking fails. Emil. Most worthy madam, Your honour and your goodness is so evident ship Please your lady To visit the next room, I'll presently Paul. I'll use that tongue I have: Tell her, Emilia, if wit flow from 't As boldness from my bosom, let 't not be doubted Emil. Now be you blest for it! I'll to the queen: please you, come something nearer. 30 40 50 30. lunes, capricious moods. 49. hammer'd of, was forging, pondering. 50. tempt, attempt. 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 If any be, the trespass of the queen. Paul. Do not you fear: upon mine honour, I Will stand betwixt you and danger. [Exeunt. SCENE III. A room in LEONTES' palace. Enter LEONTES, ANTIGONUS, Lords, and Servants. Leon. Nor night nor day no rest: it is but weakness If To bear the matter thus; mere weakness. Leon. How does the boy? My lord? 60 He took good rest to-night; 10 'Tis hoped his sickness is discharged. 4. harlot, rascal. 5. out of the blank and level of my brain, out of the aim of my missiles, beyond the reach of my plots. Leon. To see his nobleness ! Conceiving the dishonour of his mother, He straight declined, droop'd, took it deeply, 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 Laugh at me, make their pastime at my sorrow: 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, Ant. That's enough. Sec. Serv. Madam, he hath not slept to-night; commanded None should come at him. Paul. Not so hot, good sir: '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 I come to bring him sleep. Do come with words as medicinal as true, 20. Recoil, recoils, is instinctively rejected as infeasible. 30. free, innocent. 20 30 38. humour, capricious mood. What noise there, ho? That presses him from sleep. Leon. Paul. No noise, my lord; but needful confer ence About some gossips for your highness. Leon. How! Away with that audacious lady! Antigonus, Ant. I told her so, my lord, On your displeasure's peril and on mine, Leon. What, canst not rule her? Paul. From all dishonesty he can in this, Ant. Paul. 40 La you now, you hear : 50 Good my liege, I come; And, I beseech you, hear me, who profess Than such as most seem yours: I say, I come Leon. Paul. Good queen; I say good queen ; And would by combat make her good, so were I Force her hence. Leon. Paul. Let him that makes but trifles of his eyes First hand me: on mine own accord I'll off; 41. gossips, sponsors. 60 But first I'll do my errand. The good queen, For she is good, hath brought you forth a daughter; Leon. [Laying down the child. Out! A mankind witch! Hence with her, out o' door : Paul. I am as ignorant in that as you Not so: 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. Paul. Unvenerable be thy hands, if thou For ever Takest up the princess by that forced baseness Leon. He dreads his wife. Paul. So I would you did; then 'twere past all doubt You'ld call your children yours. Leon. A nest of traitors! Ant. I am none, by this good light. Nor I, nor any But one that 's here, and that's himself, for he The sacred honour of himself, his queen's, 67. mankind, violent, ferocious. 68. intelligencing, going between two parties. 74. pecked. woman - tired, 'henTire is to tear a prey, seize and feed on it raven ously (said of birds of prey).' 70 80 75. dame Partlet, the name of the Hen in Chaucer's Nonnes Prestes Tale. 78. by that forced baseness, in deference to a command in which she is called bastard.' |