Nor night nor day no rest. It is but weakness
2.3.2901To bear the matter thus, mere weakness. If
2.3.3902The cause were not in being -- part o'th cause,
2.3.4903She, th' adulteress; for the harlot-king
2.3.5904Is quite beyond mine arm, out of the blank
2.3.6905And level of my brain, plot-proof -- but she,
2.3.7906I can hook to me. Say that she were gone,
2.3.8907Given to the fire, a moiety of my rest
2.3.9908Might come to me again. Who's there?
Might come to me again. Who's there? My lord?
How does the boy?
He took good rest tonight. 'Tis hoped
His sickness is discharged. To see his nobleness
2.3.13914Conceiving the dishonor of his mother!
2.3.14915He straight declined, drooped, took it deeply,
2.3.15916Fastened, and fixed the shame on't in himself;
2.3.16917Threw off his spirit, his appetite, his sleep,
2.3.17918And downright languished. Leave me solely. Go,
See how he fares. Fie, fie, no thought of him.
2.3.19920The very thought of my revenges that way
2.3.20921Recoil upon me: in himself too mighty,
2.3.21922And in his parties, his alliance. Let him be
2.3.22923Until a time may serve. For present vengeance
2.3.23924Take it on her. Camillo and Polixenes
2.3.24925Laugh at me, make their pastime at my sorrow.
2.3.25926They should not laugh if I could reach them, nor
2.3.26.1928Enter Paulina [with baby], Antigonus, Lords and Servants. Shall she within my power. You must not enter.
Nay, rather, good my lords, be second to me.
2.3.28931Fear you his tyrannous passion more, alas,
2.3.29932Than the Queen's life? A gracious innocent soul,
More free than he is jealous. That's enough.
Madam, he hath not slept tonight, commanded
None should come at him. Not so hot, good sir.
2.3.33938I come to bring him sleep. 'Tis such as you
2.3.34939That creep like shadows by him and do sigh
2.3.35940At each his needless heavings, such as you
2.3.37942Do come with words as medicinal as true --
2.3.38943Honest as either -- to purge him of that humor
That presses him from sleep. [To Paulina, taking notice of voice] What noise there, ho?
No noise, my Lord, but needful conference
2.3.41947About some gossips for your Highness.
About some gossips for your Highness. How?
2.3.42949Away with that audacious lady! Antigonus,
2.3.43950I charged thee that she should not come about me.
I knew she would. I told her so, my lord,
2.3.45953On your displeasure's peril and on mine
She should not visit you. What? Canst not rule her?
From all dishonesty he can; in this --
2.3.48957Unless he take the course that you have done,
2.3.49958Commit me for committing honor -- trust it,
He shall not rule me. La you now, you hear.
2.3.51961When she will take the rein I let her run,
But she'll not stumble. Good, my liege, I come,
2.3.53964And I beseech you hear me, who professes
2.3.54965Myself your loyal servant, your physician,
2.3.55966Your most obedient counselor yet that dares
2.3.56967Less appear so in comforting your evils,
2.3.57968Than such as most seem yours. I say, I come
From your good queen. "Good" queen?
Good queen, my Lord, good queen,
2.3.61973And would by combat make her good, so were I
A man, the worst about you. Force her hence.
Let him that makes but trifles of his eyes
2.3.64977First hand me; on mine own accord, I'll off,
2.3.65978But first I'll do my errand. The good queen --
2.3.66979For she is good -- hath brought you forth a daughter.
2.3.67980Here 'tis. Commends it to your blessing.
[Laying down the baby]
Here 'tis. Commends it to your blessing. Out!
2.3.68982A mankind witch? Hence with her, out o'door!
A most intelligencing bawd. Not so!
2.3.71986In so entitling me and no less honest
2.3.72987Than you are mad, which is enough I'll warrant
2.3.73988As this world goes to pass for honest.
As this world goes to pass for honest. Traitors!
[To Antigonus] Give her the bastard,
2.3.75991Thou dotard! Thou art woman-tired, unroosted
2.3.76992By thy dame Partlet here. Take up the bastard,
2.3.77993Take't up, I say! Give't to thy crone.
Take't up, I say! Give't to thy crone. [To Antigonus] Forever
2.3.79996Tak'st up the princess by that forced baseness
Which he has put upon't. He dreads his wife.
So I would you did; then 'twere past all doubt
You'd call your children yours. A nest of traitors!
I am none, by this good light.
I am none, by this good light. Nor I, nor any
2.3.841004But one that's here, and that's himself. For he
2.3.851005The sacred honor of himself, his queen's,
2.3.861006His hopeful son's, his babe's, betrays to slander,
2.3.871007Whose sting is sharper than the sword's and will not --
2.3.881008For as the case now stands, it is a curse
2.3.891009He cannot be compelled to't -- once remove
2.3.901010The root of his opinion, which is rotten,
As ever oak or stone was sound. A callet
2.3.921013Of boundless tongue, who late hath beat her husband
2.3.931014And now baits me. This brat is none of mine.
2.3.951016Hence with it, and together with the dam
Commit them to the fire! It is yours,
2.3.971019And might we lay th'old proverb to your charge,
2.3.981020So like you 'tis the worse. Behold, my lords,
2.3.991021Although the print be little, the whole matter
2.3.1011023The trick of's frown, his forehead, nay, the valley,
2.3.1021024The pretty dimples of his chin, and cheek, his smiles
2.3.1031025The very mold and frame of hand, nail, finger.
2.3.1041026And thou, good goddess Nature, which hast made it
2.3.1061028The ordering of the mind too, 'mongst all colors
2.3.1071029No yellow in't, lest she suspect, as he does,
Her children not her husband's. A gross hag!
2.3.1091032[To Antigonus] And, lozel, thou art worthy to be hanged
That wilt not stay her tongue. Hang all the husbands
2.3.1111035That cannot do that feat, you'll leave yourself
Hardly one subject. Once more, take her hence!
A most unworthy and unnatural lord
Can do no more. I'll ha' thee burnt.
Can do no more. I'll ha' thee burnt. I care not.
2.3.1161043Not she which burns in't. I'll not call you tyrant.
2.3.1191046Than your own weak-hinged fancy, something savors
Yea, scandalous to the world. [To Antigonus] On your allegiance,
2.3.1221050Out of the chamber with her. Were I a tyrant,
2.3.1231051Where were her life? She durst not call me so
[To Lords] I pray you do not push me; I'll be gone.
2.3.1261054Look to your babe, my Lord, 'tis yours. Jove send her
2.3.1271055A better guiding spirit. What needs these hands?
2.3.1281056You that are thus so tender o'er his follies
So, so. Farewell, we are gone. Thou, traitor, hast set on thy wife to this.
2.3.1341063Even thou, and none but thou. Take it up straight;
2.3.1361065And by good testimony, or I'll seize thy life
2.3.1371066With what thou else call'st thine. If thou refuse,
2.3.1391068The bastard-brains with these my proper hands
For thou set'st on thy wife. I did not, sir.
2.3.1421072These lords, my noble fellows, if they please,
Can clear me in't. We can, my royal liege.
You're liars all!
Beseech your Highness, give us better credit.
2.3.1501081Past and to come that you do change this purpose,
I am a feather for each wind that blows.
2.3.1571088It shall not neither. You sir, come you hither,
2.3.1601091To save this bastard's life, for 'tis a bastard,
2.3.1611092So sure as this beard's gray. What will you adventure
To save this brat's life? Anything, my lord,
2.3.1651097I'll pawn the little blood which I have left
It shall be possible. Swear by this sword
Thou wilt perform my bidding. [Places hand on hilt of sword] I will, my lord.
Mark, and perform it, seest thou? For the fail
2.3.1711104Death to thyself, but to thy lewd-tongued wife,
2.3.1721105Whom for this time we pardon. We enjoin thee,
2.3.1741107This female bastard hence, and that thou bear it
2.3.1761109Of our dominions; and that there thou leave it
2.3.1781111And favor of the climate. As by strange fortune
2.3.1811114That thou commend it strangely to some place
2.3.1821115Where chance may nurse or end it. Take it up.
I swear to do this, though a present death
[Takes up baby]
2.3.1851118Some powerful spirit instruct the kites and ravens
2.3.1861119To be thy nurses. Wolves and bears, they say,
2.3.1881121Like offices of pity--
[To Leontes] Sir, be prosperous
2.3.1891122In more than this deed does require --
[To baby] and blessing
Poor thing, condemned to loss. No, I'll not rear
Another's issue. Please your Highness, posts
2.3.1951130Being well arrived from Delphos, are both landed,
Hasting to th'court. So please you, sir, their speed
Hath been beyond account. Twenty-three days
2.3.1981135They have been absent. 'Tis good speed, foretells
2.3.2001137The truth of this appear. Prepare you, lords,
Exeunt.