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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 !
Leon.

A gross hag!
And, lozel, thou art worthy to be hang'd,
That wilt not stay her tongue.
Ant.

Hang all the husbands,
That cannot do that feat, you'll leave yourself
Hardly one subject.
Leon.

Once more, take her hence.
Paul. A most unworthy and unnatural lord
Can do no more.
Leon.

I'll have thee burn'd.
Paul.

I care not: It is an heretick, 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.
Leon.

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.

Paul. 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 need these hands? You, that are thus so tender o'er his follies,

7 The colour of jealousy.

& Worthless fellow.

Will never do him good, not one of you.
So, so :-Farewell; we are gone.

[Exit.
Leon. 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 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 sett'st on thy wife.
Ant.

I did not, sir :
These lords, my noble fellows, if they please,
Can clear me in't.
i Lord.

We can; my royal liege,
He is not guilty of her coming hither.

Leon. You are liars all. 1 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.

Leon. 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 peither..You, sir, come you hither ;

[TO ANTIGONUS. 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 adven

ture
To save this brat's life?
Ant.

Any thing, 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: any thing possible.

Leon. It shall be possible: Swear by this sword,
Thou wilt perform my bidding.
Ant.

I will, my lord. Leon. 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 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,'

9 It was anciently a practice to swear by the cross at the hilt of a sword.

Tie, Commit it to some place as a stranger.

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Where chance may nurse, or end it: Take it up,

Ant. 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 doth require! and blessing, Against this cruelty, fight on thy side, Poor thing, condemn'd to loss!

[Erit, with the Child. Leon.

No, I'll not rear Another's issue.

1 Atten. 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. i Lord.

So please you, sir, their speed Hath been beyond account. Leon.

Twenty-three days They have been absent: 'Tis good speed; foretels, 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 publickly 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.

(Exeunt.

ACT III.

SCENE I. The same.

A Street in some Town.

Enter CLEOMENES and Dien. Cleo. The climate's delicate; the air most sweet; . Fertile the isle; the temple much surpassing The common praise it bears. Dion.

I shall report, For most it caught me, the celestial habits, (Methinks, I so should term them,) and the re,

verence

Of the grave wearers. O, the sacrifice !
How.cerenionious, solemn, and unearthly
It was i'the offering !
Clev.

But, of all, the burst
And the ear-deafening voice o'the oracle,
Kin to Jove's thunder, so surpriz'd my sense,
That I was nothing.
Dion.

If the event o'the journey
Prove as successful to the queen

,, be't so!
As it hath been to us, rare, pleasant, speedy,
The time is worth the use on't.2
Cleo.

Great Apollo,
Turn all to the best! These proclamations,
So forcing faults upon Hermione,
I little like.

Dion. The violent carriage of it
Will clear, or end, the business : When the oracle,

3 i. e. Our journey has recompensed us the time we spent in it.

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