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<h2>ACT II.</h2>   SCENE I.  Sicilia.  A Room in the Palace.   <blockquote>[Enter HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS, and Ladies.] </blockquote> HERMIONE Take the boy to you: he so troubles me, 'Tis past enduring.   FIRST LADY                               Come, my gracious lord, Shall I be your playfellow?   MAMILLIUS                                             No, I'll none of you.   FIRST LADY Why, my sweet lord?   MAMILLIUS You'll kiss me hard, and speak to me as if I were a baby still.—[To Second Lady.] I love you better.   SECOND LADY And why so, my lord?   MAMILLIUS                                     Not for because Your brows are blacker; yet black brows, they say, Become some women best; so that there be not Too much hair there, but in a semicircle Or a half-moon made with a pen.   SECOND LADY                                                      Who taught you this?   MAMILLIUS I learn'd it out of women's faces.—Pray now, What colour are your eyebrows?   FIRST LADY                                                     Blue, my lord.   MAMILLIUS Nay, that's a mock: I have seen a lady's nose That has been blue, but not her eyebrows.   FIRST LADY                                                             Hark ye: The queen your mother rounds apace. We shall Present our services to a fine new prince One of these days; and then you'd wanton with us, If we would have you.   SECOND LADY                                     She is spread of late Into a goodly bulk: good time encounter her!   HERMIONE What wisdom stirs amongst you? Come, sir, now I am for you again: pray you sit by us, And tell 's a tale.   MAMILLIUS                             Merry or sad shall't be?   HERMIONE As merry as you will.   MAMILLIUS A sad tale's best for winter. I have one Of sprites and goblins.   HERMIONE                                      Let's have that, good sir. Come on, sit down;—come on, and do your best To fright me with your sprites: you're powerful at it.   MAMILLIUS There was a man,—   HERMIONE                                 Nay, come, sit down: then on.   MAMILLIUS Dwelt by a churchyard:—I will tell it softly; Yond crickets shall not hear it.   HERMIONE                                                  Come on then, And give't me in mine ear. <blockquote>[Enter LEONTES, ANTIGONUS, Lords, and Guards.] </blockquote> LEONTES Was he met there? his train? Camillo with him?   FIRST LORD Behind the tuft of pines I met them; never Saw I men scour so on their way: I ey'd them Even to their ships.   LEONTES                                How bles'd am I In my just censure, in my true opinion!— Alack, for lesser knowledge!—How accurs'd In being so blest!—There may be in the cup A spider steep'd, and one may drink, depart, And yet partake no venom; for his knowledge Is not infected; but if one present The abhorr'd ingredient to his eye, make known How he hath drunk, he cracks his gorge, his sides, With violent hefts;—I have drunk, and seen the spider. Camillo was his help in this, his pander:— There is a plot against my life, my crown; All's true that is mistrusted:—that false villain Whom I employ'd, was pre-employ'd by him: He has discover'd my design, and I Remain a pinch'd thing; yea, a very trick For them to play at will.—How came the posterns So easily open?   FIRST LORD                           By his great authority; Which often hath no less prevail'd than so, On your command.   LEONTES                                I know't too well.— Give me the boy:—I am glad you did not nurse him: Though he does bear some signs of me, yet you Have too much blood in him.   HERMIONE                                                 What is this? sport?   LEONTES Bear the boy hence; he shall not come about her; Away with him!—and let her sport herself With that she's big with;—for 'tis Polixenes Has made thee swell thus. <blockquote>[Exit MAMILLIUS, with some of the Guards.] </blockquote> HERMIONE                                           But I'd say he had not, And I'll be sworn you would believe my saying, Howe'er you learn the nayward.   LEONTES                                                  You, my lords, Look on her, mark her well; be but about To say, 'she is a goodly lady' and The justice of your hearts will thereto add, ''Tis pity she's not honest, honourable': Praise her but for this her without-door form,— Which, on my faith, deserves high speech,—and straight The shrug, the hum or ha,—these petty brands That calumny doth use:—O, I am out, That mercy does; for calumny will sear Virtue itself:—these shrugs, these hum's, and ha's, When you have said 'she's goodly,' come between, Ere you can say 'she's honest': but be it known, From him that has most cause to grieve it should be, She's an adultress!   HERMIONE                               Should a villain say so, The most replenish'd villain in the world, He were as much more villain: you, my lord, Do but mistake.   LEONTES                           You have mistook, my lady, Polixenes for Leontes: O thou thing, Which I'll not call a creature of thy place, Lest barbarism, making me the precedent, Should a like language use to all degrees, And mannerly distinguishment leave out Betwixt the prince and beggar!—I have said, She's an adultress; I have said with whom: More, she's a traitor; and Camillo is A federary with her; and one that knows What she should shame to know herself But with her most vile principal, that she's A bed-swerver, even as bad as those That vulgars give boldest titles; ay, and privy To this their late escape.   HERMIONE                                        No, by my life, Privy to none of this. How will this grieve you, When you shall come to clearer knowledge, that You thus have publish'd me! Gentle my lord, You scarce can right me throughly then, to say You did mistake.   LEONTES                             No; if I mistake In those foundations which I build upon, The centre is not big enough to bear A school-boy's top.—Away with her to prison! He who shall speak for her is afar off guilty But that he speaks.   HERMIONE                               There's some ill planet reigns: I must be patient till the heavens look With an aspéct more favourable.—Good my lords, I am not prone to weeping, as our sex Commonly are; the want of which vain dew Perchance shall dry your pities; but I have That honourable grief lodg'd here, which burns Worse than tears drown: beseech you all, my lords, With thoughts so qualified as your charities Shall best instruct you, measure me;—and so The king's will be perform'd!   LEONTES [To the GUARD.]                   Shall I be heard?   HERMIONE Who is't that goes with me?—Beseech your highness My women may be with me; for, you see, 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 lord: I never wish'd to see you sorry; now I trust I shall.—My women, come; you have leave.   LEONTES Go, do our bidding; hence! <blockquote>[Exeunt QUEEN and Ladies, with Guards.] </blockquote> FIRST LORD Beseech your highness, call the queen again.   ANTIGONUS Be certain what you do, sir, lest your justice Prove violence, in the which three great ones suffer, Yourself, your queen, your son.   FIRST LORD                                                    For her, my lord,— I dare my life lay down,—and will do't, sir, Please you to accept it,—that the queen is spotless I' the eyes of heaven and to you; I mean In this which you accuse her.   ANTIGONUS                                                 If it prove She's otherwise, I'll keep my stables where I lodge my wife; I'll go in couples with her; Than when I feel and see her no further trust her; For every inch of woman in the world, Ay, every dram of woman's flesh, is false, If she be.   LEONTES Hold your peaces.   FIRST LORD                               Good my lord,—   ANTIGONUS It is for you we speak, not for ourselves: You are abus'd, and by some putter-on That will be damn'd for't: would I knew the villain, I would land-damn him. Be she honour-flaw'd,— I have three daughters; the eldest is eleven; The second and the third, nine and some five; If this prove true, they'll pay for't. By mine honour, I'll geld 'em all: fourteen they shall not see, To bring false generations: they are co-heirs; And I had rather glib myself than they Should not produce fair issue.   LEONTES                                                 Cease; no more. You smell this business with a sense as cold As is a dead man's nose: but I do see't and feel't As you feel doing thus; and see withal The instruments that feel.   ANTIGONUS                                          If it be so, We need no grave to bury honesty; There's not a grain of it the face to sweeten Of the whole dungy earth.   LEONTES                                           What! Lack I credit?   FIRST LORD 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 suspicion; Be blam'd for't how you might.   LEONTES                                                  Why, what need we Commune with you of this, but rather follow Our forceful instigation? Our prerogative Calls not your counsels; but our natural goodness Imparts this; which, if you,—or stupified Or seeming so in skill,—cannot or will not Relish a truth, like us, inform yourselves We need no more of your advice: the matter, The loss, the gain, the ord'ring on't, is all Properly ours.   ANTIGONUS                        And I wish, my liege, You had only in your silent judgment tried it, Without more overture.   LEONTES                                       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 gross as ever touch'd conjecture, That lack'd sight only, nought for approbation, But only seeing, all other circumstances Made up to th' deed,—doth push on this proceeding. Yet, for a greater confirmation,— For, in an act of this importance, 'twere Most piteous to be wild,—I have despatch'd in post To sacred Delphos, to Apollo's temple, Cleomenes and Dion, whom you know Of stuff'd sufficiency: now, from the oracle They will bring all, whose spiritual counsel had, Shall stop or spur me. Have I done well?   FIRST LORD Well done, my lord,—   LEONTES Though I am satisfied, and need no more Than what I know, yet shall the oracle Give rest to the minds of others such as he Whose ignorant credulity will not Come up to th' truth: so have we thought it good From our free person she should be confin'd; Lest that the treachery of the two fled hence Be left her to perform. Come, follow us; We are to speak in public; for this business Will raise us all.   ANTIGONUS [Aside.]            To laughter, as I take it, If the good truth were known. <blockquote>[Exeunt.] </blockquote>           SCENE II.  The same.  The outer Room of a Prison.   <blockquote>[Enter PAULINA and Attendants.] </blockquote> PAULINA The keeper of the prison,—call to him; Let him have knowledge who I am. <blockquote>[Exit an Attendant.] </blockquote>                                                 Good lady! No court in Europe is too good for thee; What dost thou then in prison? <blockquote>[Re-enter Attendant, with the Keeper.] </blockquote>                                                   Now, good sir, You know me, do you not?   KEEPER                                             For a worthy lady, And one who much I honour.   PAULINA                                                 Pray you, then, Conduct me to the queen.   KEEPER                                           I may not, madam; To the contrary I have express commandment.   PAULINA Here's ado, to lock up honesty and honour from The access of gentle visitors!—Is't lawful, Pray you, to see her women? any of them? Emilia?   KEEPER               So please you, madam, to put Apart these your attendants, I Shall bring Emilia forth.   PAULINA                                         I pray now, call her. Withdraw yourselves. <blockquote>[Exeunt ATTENDANTS.] </blockquote> KEEPER                                     And, madam, I must be present at your conference.   PAULINA Well, be't so, pr'ythee. <blockquote>[Exit KEEPER.] </blockquote> Here's such ado to make no stain a stain As passes colouring. <blockquote>[Re-enter KEEPER, with EMILIA.] </blockquote> Dear gentlewoman, how fares our gracious lady?   EMILIA As well as one so great and so forlorn May hold together: on her frights and griefs,— Which never tender lady hath borne greater,— She is, something before her time, deliver'd.   PAULINA A boy?   EMILIA             A daughter; and a goodly babe, Lusty, and like to live: the queen receives Much comfort in't; says 'My poor prisoner, I am as innocent as you.'   PAULINA                                         I dare be sworn;— These dangerous unsafe lunes i' the king, beshrew them! He must be told on't, and he shall: the office Becomes a woman best; I'll take't upon me; If I prove honey-mouth'd, let my tongue blister; And never to my red-look'd anger be The trumpet any more.—Pray you, Emilia, Commend my best obedience to the queen; If she dares trust me with her little babe, I'll show't the king, and undertake to be Her advocate to th' loud'st. We do not know How he may soften at the sight o' the child: The silence often of pure innocence Persuades, when speaking fails.   EMILIA                                                    Most worthy madam, Your honour and your goodness is so evident, That your free undertaking cannot miss A thriving issue: there is no lady living So meet for this great errand. Please your ladyship To visit the next room, I'll presently Acquaint the queen of your most noble offer; Who but to-day hammer'd of this design, But durst not tempt a minister of honour, Lest she should be denied.   PAULINA                                            Tell her, Emilia, I'll use that tongue I have: if wit flow from it As boldness from my bosom, let't not be doubted I shall do good.   EMILIA                          Now be you bless'd for it! I'll to the queen: please you come something nearer.   KEEPER Madam, if 't please the queen to send the babe, I know not what I shall incur to pass it, Having no warrant.   PAULINA                                You need not fear it, sir: This child was prisoner to the womb, and is, By law and process of great nature thence Freed and enfranchis'd: not a party to The anger of the king, nor guilty of, If any be, the trespass of the queen.   KEEPER I do believe it.   PAULINA Do not you fear: upon mine honour, I Will stand betwixt you and danger. <blockquote>[Exeunt.] </blockquote>           SCENE III.  The same.  A Room in the Palace.   <blockquote>[Enter LEONTES, ANTIGONUS, Lords, and other Attendants.] </blockquote> LEONTES Nor night nor day no rest: it is but weakness To bear the matter thus,—mere weakness. If The cause were not in being,—part o' the cause, She the adultress; for the harlot king Is quite beyond mine arm, out of the blank And level of my brain, plot-proof; but she I can hook to me:—say that she were gone, Given to the fire, a moiety of my rest Might come to me again.—Who's there?   FIRST ATTENDANT                                                                My lord?   LEONTES How does the boy?   FIRST ATTENDANT                                He took good rest to-night; 'Tis hop'd his sickness is discharg'd.   LEONTES To see 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 downright languish'd.—Leave me solely:—go, See how he fares.— <blockquote>[Exit FIRST ATTENDANT.] </blockquote>                                 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. <blockquote>[Enter PAULINA, with a Child.] </blockquote> FIRST LORD                                             You must not enter.   PAULINA 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, More free than he is jealous.   ANTIGONUS                                               That's enough.   SECOND ATTENDANT Madam, he hath not slept to-night; commanded None should come at him.   PAULINA                                            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.   LEONTES                                                What noise there, ho?   PAULINA No noise, my lord; but needful conference About some gossips for your highness.   LEONTES                                                                How!— Away with that audacious lady!—Antigonus, I charg'd thee that she should not come about me: I knew she would.   ANTIGONUS                              I told her so, my lord, On your displeasure's peril, and on mine, She should not visit you.   LEONTES                                         What, canst not rule her?   PAULINA From all dishonesty he can: in this,— Unless he take the course that you have done, Commit me for committing honour,—trust it, He shall not rule me.   ANTIGONUS                                   La you now, you hear When she will take the rein, I let her run; But she'll not stumble.   PAULINA                                     Good my liege, I come,— And, I beseech you, hear me, who professes Myself your loyal servant, your physician, Your most obedient counsellor: yet that dares Less appear so, in comforting your evils, Than such as most seem yours:—I say I come From your good queen.   LEONTES                                       Good queen!   PAULINA                                                     Good queen, my lord, Good queen: I say, good queen; And would by combat make her good, so were I A man, the worst about you.   LEONTES                                              Force her hence!   PAULINA 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. <blockquote>[Laying down the child.] </blockquote> LEONTES                                                                Out! A mankind witch! Hence with her, out o' door: A most intelligencing bawd!   PAULINA                                               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.   LEONTES                                                              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 the bastard; Take't up, I say; give't to thy crone.   PAULINA                                                         For ever Unvenerable be thy hands, if thou Tak'st up the princess by that forced baseness Which he has put upon't!   LEONTES                                           He dreads his wife.   PAULINA So I would you did; then 'twere past all doubt You'd call your children yours.   LEONTES                                                  A nest of traitors?   ANTIGONUS I am none, by this good light.   PAULINA                                                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, Whose sting is sharper than the sword's; and will not,— For, as the case now stands, it is a curse He cannot be compell'd to't,—once remove The root of his opinion, which is rotten As ever oak or stone was sound.   LEONTES                                                     A callat Of boundless tongue, who late hath beat her husband, And now baits me!—This brat is none of mine; It is the issue of Polixenes: Hence with it! and together with the dam, Commit them to the fire.   PAULINA                                         It is yours! And, might we lay the old proverb to your charge, So like you 'tis the worse.—Behold, my lords, Although the print be little, the whole matter And copy of the father,—eye, nose, lip, The trick of his frown, his forehead; nay, the valley, 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!   LEONTES                                                   A gross hag! And, losel, thou art worthy to be hang'd That wilt not stay her tongue.   ANTIGONUS                                                Hang all the husbands That cannot do that feat, you'll leave yourself Hardly one subject.   LEONTES                                Once more, take her hence.   PAULINA A most unworthy and unnatural lord Can do no more.   LEONTES                            I'll have thee burn'd.   PAULINA                                                             I care not. It is an heretic that makes the fire, Not she which burns in't. I'll not call you tyrant But this most cruel usage of your queen,— Not able to produce more accusation Than your own weak-hing'd fancy,—something savours Of tyranny, and will ignoble make you, Yea, scandalous to the world.   LEONTES                                                 On your allegiance, Out of the chamber with her! Were I a tyrant, Where were her life? She durst not call me so, If she did know me one. Away with her!   PAULINA I pray you, do not push me; I'll be gone.— Look to your babe, my lord; 'tis yours: Jove send her A better guiding spirit!—What needs these hands? You that are thus so tender o'er his follies, Will never do him good, not one of you. So, so:—farewell; we are gone. <blockquote>[Exit.] </blockquote> LEONTES Thou, traitor, hast set on thy wife to this. My child?—away with't.—even thou, that hast A heart so tender o'er it, take it hence, And see it instantly consum'd with fire; Even thou, and none but thou. Take it up straight: Within this hour bring me word 'tis done,— And by good testimony,—or I'll seize thy life, With that thou else call'st thine. If thou refuse, And wilt encounter with my wrath, say so; The bastard-brains with these my proper hands Shall I dash out. Go, take it to the fire; For thou set'st on thy wife.   ANTIGONUS                                            I did not, sir: These lords, my noble fellows, if they please, Can clear me in't.   LORDS                              We can:—my royal liege, He is not guilty of her coming hither.   LEONTES You're liars all.   FIRST LORD Beseech your highness, give us better credit: We have always truly serv'd you; and beseech So to esteem of us: and on our knees we beg,— As recompense of our dear services, Past and to come,—that you do change this purpose, Which, being so horrible, so bloody, must Lead on to some foul issue: we all kneel.   LEONTES I am a feather for each wind that blows:— Shall I live on, to see this bastard kneel And call me father? better burn it now, Than curse it then. But, be it; let it live:— It shall not neither.—[To ANTIGONUS.] You, sir, come you hither: You that have been so tenderly officious With Lady Margery, your midwife, there, To save this bastard's life,—for 'tis a bastard, So sure as this beard's grey,—what will you adventure To save this brat's life?   ANTIGONUS                                      Anything, my lord, That my ability may undergo, And nobleness impose: at least, thus much; I'll pawn the little blood which I have left To save the innocent:—anything possible.   LEONTES It shall be possible. Swear by this sword Thou wilt perform my bidding.   ANTIGONUS                                                   I will, my lord.   LEONTES Mark, and perform it,—seest thou? for the fail Of any point in't shall not only be Death to thyself, but to thy lewd-tongu'd wife, Whom for this time we pardon. We enjoin thee, As thou art liegeman to us, that thou carry This female bastard hence; and that thou bear it To some remote and desert place, quite out Of our dominions; and that there thou leave it, Without more mercy, to it own protection And favour of the climate. As by strange fortune It came to us, I do in justice charge thee, On thy soul's peril and thy body's torture, That thou commend it strangely to some place Where chance may nurse or end it. Take it up.   ANTIGONUS I swear to do this, though a present death Had been more merciful.—Come on, poor babe: Some powerful spirit instruct the kites and ravens To be thy nurses! Wolves and bears, they say, Casting their savageness aside, have done Like offices of pity.—Sir, be prosperous In more than this deed does require!—and blessing, Against this cruelty, fight on thy side, Poor thing, condemn'd to loss! <blockquote>[Exit with the child.] </blockquote> LEONTES                                                  No, I'll not rear Another's issue.   SECOND ATTENDANT                           Please your highness, posts From those you sent to the oracle are come An hour since: Cleomenes and Dion, Being well arriv'd from Delphos, are both landed, Hasting to the court.   FIRST LORD                                  So please you, sir, their speed Hath been beyond account.   LEONTES                                            Twenty-three days They have been absent: 'tis good speed; foretells The great Apollo suddenly will have The truth of this appear. Prepare you, lords; Summon a session, that we may arraign Our most disloyal lady; for, as she hath Been publicly accus'd, so shall she have A just and open trial. While she lives, My heart will be a burden to me. Leave me; And think upon my bidding. <blockquote>[Exeunt.] </blockquote>     <hr class="narrow" />     <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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