879Paul. Tell her (Emilia)

880Ile vse that tongue I haue: If wit flow from't

881As boldnesse from my bosome, le't not be doubted

882I shall do good,

883Emil. Now be you blest for it.

884Ile to the Queene: please you come something neerer.

885Gao. Madam, if't please the Queene to send the babe,

886I know not what I shall incurre, to passe it,

887Hauing no warrant.

888Pau. You neede not feare it (sir)

889This Childe was prisoner to the wombe, and is

890By Law and processe of great Nature, thence

891Free'd, and enfranchis'd, not a partie to

892The anger of the King, nor guilty of

893(If any be) the trespasse of the Queene.

894Gao. I do beleeue it.

895Paul. Do not you feare: vpon mine honor, I

896Will stand betwixt you, and danger. Exeunt

900Leo. Nor night, nor day, no rest: It is but weaknesse

901To beare the matter thus: meere weaknesse, if

902The cause were not in being: part o'th cause,

903She, th' Adultresse: for the harlot-King

904Is quite beyond mine Arme, out of the blanke

905And leuell of my braine: plot-proofe: but shee,

906I can hooke to me: say that she were gone,

907Giuen to the fire, a moity of my rest

908Might come to me againe. Whose there?

909Ser. My Lord.

910Leo. How do's the boy?

911Ser. He tooke good rest to night: 'tis hop'd

912His sicknesse is discharg'd.

913Leo. To see his Noblenesse,

914Conceyuing the dishonour of his Mother.

915He straight declin'd, droop'd, tooke it deeply,

916Fasten'd, and fix'd the shame on't in himselfe:

917Threw-off his Spirit, his Appetite, his Sleepe,

918And down-right languish'd. Leaue me solely: goe,

919See how he fares: Fie, fie, no thought of him,

920The very thought of my Reuenges that way

921Recoyle vpon me: in himselfe too mightie,

922And in his parties, his Alliance; Let him be,

923Vntill a time may serue. For present vengeance

924Take it on her: Camillo, and Polixenes

925Laugh at me: make their pastime at my sorrow:

926They should not laugh, if I could reach them, nor

927Shall she, within my powre.

929Lord. You must not enter.

930Paul. Nay rather (good my Lords) be second to me:

931Feare you his tyrannous passion more (alas)

932Then the Queenes life? A gracious innocent soule,

933More free, then he is iealous.

934Antig. That's enough.

935Ser. Madam; he hath not slept to night, commanded

936None should come at him.

937Pau. Not so hot (good Sir)

938I come to bring him sleepe. 'Tis such as you

939That creepe like shadowes by him, and do sighe

940At each his needlesse heauings: such as you

941Nourish the cause of his awaking. I

942Do come with words, as medicinall, as true;

943(Honest, as either;) to purge him of that humor,

944That presses him from sleepe.

945Leo. Who noyse there, hoe?

946Pau. No noyse (my Lord) but needfull conference,

947About some Gossips for your Highnesse.

948Leo. How?

949Away with that audacious Lady. Antigonus,

950I charg'd thee that she should not come about me,

951I knew she would.

952Ant. I told her so (my Lord)

953On your displeasures perill, and on mine,

954She should not visit you.

955Leo. What? canst not rule her?

956Paul. From all dishonestie he can: in this

957(Vnlesse he take the course that you haue done)

958Commit me, for committing honor, trust it,

959He shall not rule me:

960Ant. La-you now, you heare,

961When she will take the raine, I let her run,

962But shee'l not stumble.

963Paul. Good my Liege, I come:

964And I beseech you heare me, who professes

965My selfe your loyall Seruant, your Physitian,

966Your most obedient Counsailor: yet that dares

967Lesse appeare so, in comforting your Euilles,

968Then such as most seeme yours. I say, I come

969From your good Queene.

970Leo. Good Queene?

971Paul. Good Queene (my Lord) good Queene,

972I say good Queene,

973And would by combate, make her good so, were I

974A man, the worst about you.

975Leo. Force her hence.

976Pau. Let him that makes but trifles of his eyes

977First hand me: on mine owne accord, Ile off,

978But first, Ile do my errand. The good Queene

979(For she is good) hath brought you forth a daughter,

980Heere 'tis. Commends it to your blessing.

981Leo. Out:

982A mankinde Witch? Hence with her, out o' dore:

983A most intelligencing bawd.

984Paul. Not so:

985I am as ignorant in that, as you,

986In so entit'ling me: and no lesse honest

987Then you are mad: which is enough, Ile warrant

988(As this world goes) to passe for honest:

989Leo. Traitors;

990Will you not push her out? Giue her the Bastard,

991Thou dotard, thou art woman-tyr'd: vnroosted

992By thy dame Partlet heere. Take vp the Bastard,

993Take't vp, I say: giue't to thy Croane.

994Paul. For euer

995Vnvenerable be thy hands, if thou

996Tak'st vp the Princesse, by that forced basenesse

997Which he ha's put vpon't.

998Leo. He dreads his Wife.

999Paul. So I would you did: then 'twere past all dout

1000Youl'd call your children, yours.

1001Leo. A nest of Traitors.

1002Ant. I am none, by this good light.

1003Pau. Nor I: nor any

1004But one that's heere: and that's himselfe: for he,