623Mam. There was a man.

624Her. Nay, come sit downe: then on.

625Mam. Dwelt by a Church-yard: I will tell it softly,

626Yond Crickets shall not heare it.

627Her. Come on then, and giu't me in mine eare.

628Leon. Was hee met there? his Traine? Camillo with

629him?

630Lord. Behind the tuft of Pines I met them, neuer

631Saw I men scowre so on their way: I eyed them

632Euen to their Ships.

633Leo. How blest am I

634In my iust Censure? in my true Opinion?

635Alack, for lesser knowledge, how accurs'd,

636In being so blest? There may be in the Cup

637A Spider steep'd, and one may drinke; depart,

638And yet partake no venome: (for his knowledge

639Is not infected) but if one present

640Th' abhor'd Ingredient to his eye, make knowne

641How he hath drunke, he cracks his gorge, his sides

642With violent Hefts: I haue drunke, and seene the Spider.

643Camillo was his helpe in this, his Pandar:

644There is a Plot against my Life, my Crowne;

645All's true that is mistrusted: that false Villaine,

646Whom I employ'd, was pre-employ'd by him:

647He ha's discouer'd my Designe, and I

648Remaine a pinch'd Thing; yea, a very Trick

649For them to play at will: how came the Posternes

650So easily open?

651Lord. By his great authority,

652Which often hath no lesse preuail'd, then so,

653On your command.

654Leo. I know't too well.

655Giue me the Boy, I am glad you did not nurse him:

656Though he do's beare some signes of me, yet you

657Haue too much blood in him.

658Her. What is this? Sport?

659Leo. Beare the Boy hence, he shall not come about her,

660Away with him, and let her sport her selfe

661With that shee's big-with, for 'tis Polixenes

662Ha's made thee swell thus.

663Her. But Il'd say he had not;

664And Ile be sworne you would beleeue my saying,

665How e're you leane to th' Nay-ward.

666Leo. You (my Lords)

667Looke on her, marke her well: be but about

668To say she is a goodly Lady, and

669The iustice of your hearts will thereto adde

670'Tis pitty shee's not honest: Honorable;

671Prayse her but for this her without-dore-Forme,

672(Which on my faith deserues high speech) and straight

673The Shrug, the Hum, or Ha, (these Petty-brands

674That Calumnie doth vse; Oh, I am out,

675That Mercy do's, for Calumnie will seare

676Vertue it selfe) these Shrugs, these Hum's, and Ha's,

677When you haue said shee's goodly, come betweene,

678Ere you can say shee's honest: But be't knowne

679(From him that ha's most cause to grieue it should be)

680Shee's an Adultresse.

681Her. Should a Villaine say so,

682(The most replenish'd Villaine in the World)

683He were as much more Villaine: you (my Lord)

684Doe but mistake.

685Leo. You haue mistooke (my Lady)

686Polixenes for Leontes: O thou Thing,

687(Which Ile not call a Creature of thy place,

688Least Barbarisme (making me the precedent)

689Should a like Language vse to all degrees,

690And mannerly distinguishment leaue out,

691Betwixt the Prince and Begger:) I haue said

692Shee's an Adultresse, I haue said with whom:

693More; shee's a Traytor, and Camillo is

694A Federarie with her, and one that knowes

695What she should shame to know her selfe,

696But with her most vild Principall: that shee's

697A Bed-swaruer, euen as bad as those

698That Vulgars giue bold'st Titles; I, and priuy

699To this their late escape.

700Her. No (by my life)

701Priuy to none of this: how will this grieue you,

702When you shall come to clearer knowledge, that

703You thus haue publish'd me? Gentle my Lord,

704You scarce can right me throughly, then, to say

705You did mistake.

706Leo. No: if I mistake

707In those Foundations which I build vpon,

708The Centre is not bigge enough to beare

709A Schoole-Boyes Top. Away with her, to Prison:

710He who shall speake for her, is a farre-off guiltie,

711But that he speakes.

712Her. There's some ill Planet raignes:

713I must be patient, till the Heauens looke

714With an aspect more fauorable. Good my Lords,

715I am not prone to weeping (as our Sex

716Commonly are) the want of which vaine dew

717Perchance shall dry your pitties: but I haue

718That honorable Griefe lodg'd here, which burnes

719Worse then Teares drowne: 'beseech you all (my Lords)

720With thoughts so qualified, as your Charities

721Shall best instruct you, measure me; and so

722The Kings will be perform'd.

723Leo. Shall I be heard?

724Her. Who is't that goes with me? 'beseech your Highnes

725My Women may be with me, for you see

726My plight requires it. Doe not weepe (good Fooles)

727There is no cause: When you shall know your Mistris

728Ha's deseru'd Prison, then abound in Teares,

729As I come out; this Action I now goe on,

730Is for my better grace. Adieu (my Lord)

731I neuer wish'd to see you sorry, now

732I trust I shall: my Women come, you haue leaue.

733Leo. Goe, doe our bidding: hence.

734Lord. Beseech your Highnesse call the Queene againe.

735Antig. Be certaine what you do (Sir) least your Iustice

736Proue violence, in the which three great ones suffer,

737Your Selfe, your Queene, your Sonne.

738Lord. For her (my Lord)

739I dare my life lay downe, and will do't (Sir)

740Please you t' accept it, that the Queene is spotlesse

741I'th' eyes of Heauen, and to you (I meane

742In this, which you accuse her.)

743Antig. If it proue

744Shee's otherwise, Ile keepe my Stables where

745I lodge my Wife, Ile goe in couples with her:

746Then when I feele, and see her, no farther trust her:

747For euery ynch of Woman in the World,

748I, euery dram of Womans flesh is false,

749If she be.

750Leo. Hold your peaces.

751Lord. Good my Lord.

752Antig. It is for you we speake, not for our selues:

753You are abus'd, and by some putter on,

754That will be damn'd for't: would I knew the Villaine,