| | At each his needless heavings, such as you | |
| | Nourish the cause of his awaking: I | |
| | Do come with words as medicinal as true, | |
| | Honest as either, to purge him of that humour | 45 |
| | 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! | 50 |
| | Away with that audacious lady! Antigonus, | |
| | I charged 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, | 55 |
| | 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, | 60 |
| | 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; | 65 |
| | And, I beseech you, hear me, who profess | |
| | Myself your loyal servant, your physician, | |
| | Your most obedient counsellor, yet that dare | |
| | Less appear so in comforting your evils, | |
| | Than such as most seem yours: I say, I come | 70 |
| | 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 | 75 |
| | 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, | 80 |
| | For she is good, hath brought you forth a daughter; | |
| | Here 'tis; commends it to your blessing. | |
| | Laying down the child | |
| LEONTES | Out! | |
| | A mankind witch! Hence with her, out o' door: | |
| | A most intelligencing bawd! | 85 |
| 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. | 90 |
| LEONTES | Traitors! | |
| | Will you not push her out? Give her the bastard. | |
| | Thou dotard! thou art woman-tired, unroosted | |
| | By thy dame Partlet here. Take up the bastard; | |
| | Take't up, I say; give't to thy crone. | 95 |
| PAULINA | For ever | |
| | Unvenerable be thy hands, if thou | |
| | Takest up the princess by that forced baseness | |
| | Which he has put upon't! | |
| LEONTES | He dreads his wife. | 100 |
| PAULINA | So I would you did; then 'twere past all doubt | |
| | You'ld call your children yours. | |
| LEONTES | A nest of traitors! | |
| ANTIGONUS | I am none, by this good light. | |
| PAULINA | Nor I, nor any | 105 |
| | 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-- | 110 |
| | 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 | 115 |
| | 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! | 120 |
| 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, | 125 |
| | The trick of's 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 | 130 |
| | 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 | 135 |
| | And, lozel, 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. | 140 |
| LEONTES | Once more, take her hence. | |
| PAULINA | A most unworthy and unnatural lord | |
| | Can do no more. | |
| LEONTES | I'll ha' thee burnt. | |
| PAULINA | I care not: | 145 |
| | 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-hinged fancy, something savours | 150 |
| | 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, | 155 |
| | 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? | 160 |
| | 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. | |
| | Exit | |
| LEONTES | Thou, traitor, hast set on thy wife to this. | |
| | My child? away with't! Even thou, that hast | 165 |
| | A heart so tender o'er it, take it hence | |
| | And see it instantly consumed 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, | 170 |
| | With what 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. | 175 |
| 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. | 180 |
| LEONTES | You're liars all. | |
| First Lord | Beseech your highness, give us better credit: | |
| | We have always truly served you, and beseech you | |
| | So to esteem of us, and on our knees we beg, | |
| | As recompense of our dear services | 185 |
| | 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 | 190 |
| | And call me father? better burn it now | |
| | Than curse it then. But be it; let it live. | |
| | It shall not neither. You, sir, come you hither; | |
| | You that have been so tenderly officious | |
| | With Lady Margery, your midwife there, | 195 |
| | 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 | Any thing, my lord, | 200 |
| | 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: any thing possible. | |
| LEONTES | It shall be possible. Swear by this sword | 205 |
| | Thou wilt perform my bidding. | |
| ANTIGONUS | I will, my lord. | |
| LEONTES | Mark and perform it, see'st thou! for the fail | |
| | Of any point in't shall not only be | |
| | Death to thyself but to thy lewd-tongued wife, | 210 |
| | Whom for this time we pardon. We enjoin thee, | |
| | As thou art liege-man 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, | 215 |
| | Without more mercy, to its 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 | 220 |
| | 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 | 225 |
| | 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! | 230 |
| | Exit with the child | |
| LEONTES | No, I'll not rear | |
| | Another's issue. | |
| | Enter a Servant | |
| Servant | Please your highness, posts | |
| | From those you sent to the oracle are come | |
| | An hour since: Cleomenes and Dion, | 235 |
| | Being well arrived 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 | 240 |
| | 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 | 245 |
| | Been publicly accused, so shall she have | |
| | A just and open trial. While she lives | |
| | My heart will be a burthen to me. Leave me, | |
| | And think upon my bidding. | |
| | Exeunt | |
| ACT II SCENE III | A room in LEONTES' palace. | |
| | Enter LEONTES, ANTIGONUS, Lords, and Servants | |
| 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 adulteress; for the harlot king | 5 |
| | 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? | 10 |
| First Servant | My lord? | |
| LEONTES | How does the boy? | |
| First Servant | He took good rest to-night; | |
| | 'Tis hoped his sickness is discharged. | |
| LEONTES | To see his nobleness! | 15 |
| | Conceiving the dishonour of his mother, | |
| | He straight declined, 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, | 20 |
| | See how he fares. | |
| | Exit Servant | |
| | Fie, fie! no thought of him: | |
| | The thought of my revenges that way | |
| | Recoil upon me: in himself too mighty, | |
| | And in his parties, his alliance; let him be | 25 |
| | 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. | 30 |
| | Enter PAULINA, with a child | |
| 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. | 35 |
| ANTIGONUS | That's enough. | |
| Second Servant | Madam, he hath not slept tonight; commanded | |
| | None should come at him. | |
| PAULINA | Not so hot, good sir: | |
| | I come to bring him sleep. 'Tis such as you, | 40 |
| | That creep like shadows by him and do sigh | |