The pretty dimples of his chin and cheek, his fmiles, The ordering of the mind too, 'mongst all colours Leo. A grofs hag! And, lozel, thou art worthy to be hang'd, Ant. Hang all the husbands, That cannot do that feat, you'll leave yourself Leo. Once more, take her hence. Paul. A most unworthy and unnatural Lord Can do no more. Leo. I'll ha' thee burnt. Paul. I care not; It is an heretic that makes the fire, Not she which burns in't. I'll not call you tyrant, Than your own weak-hing'd fancy, fomething favours Yea, fcandalous to the world. Leo. On your allegiance, Out of the chamber with her. Were I a tyrant, Paul. I pray you, do not pufh me, I'll be gone. -Look to your babe, my Lord, 'tis yours; Jove fend her A better guiding fpirit!-What need these hands?--- So, fo: farewel, we are gone. [Exit. • No yellow in't ;—] Yellow is the colour of jealoufy. SCENE SCENE VI. Leo. Thou, traitor, hast set on thy wife to this. My child? away with't. Even thou, thou that haft A heart fo tender o'er it, take it hence, And see it instantly confum'd with fire; Even thou, and none but thou. Take it up ftraight: Ant. I did not, Sir: These lords, my noble fellows, if they please, Lord. We can. My royal Liege, He is not guilty of her coming hither. Lord. 'Beseech your Highness, give us better credit. Paft, and to come) that you do change this purpose, Which being fo horrible, fo bloody, muft Lead on to fome foul iffue. We all kneel [they kneel. Leo. 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, -It shall not neither.-You, Sir, come you hither; [To Antigonus. You, that have been fo tenderly officious So fure as this beard's grey) what will you Ant. Any thing, my Lord, That my ability may undergo, adventure And nobleness impose: at least, thus much; Leo. It fhall be poffible; fwear by this fword, Ant. I will, my Lord. Leo. Mark and perform it; feeft thou? for the fail Of any point in't shall not only be Death to thyfelf, but to thy lewd-tongu'd wife, In more than this deed does require; and bleffing, -Poorthing condemn'd to loss.-[Exit, with the Child. Leo. No; I'll not rear Another's iffue. 7 commend it frangely to fome place,] Commit it to fome place, as a stranger, without more provifion. Enter Enter a Meflenger. Mef. Please your Highness, pofts, From thofe you fent to th' oracle, are come Being well arriv'd from Delphos, are both landed, Lord. So please you, Sir, their speed Leo. Twenty-three days They have been abfent: this good speed foretels, The truth of this appear. Prepare you, lords, Leave me, [Exeunt feverally. ACT III. SCENE I. T A Part of Sicily, near the Sea-fide. Enter Cleomines and Dion, with Attendants. CLEOMINES. HE climate's delicate, the air most sweet, Fertile the isle, the temple much furpaffing The common praise it bears. 8 Fertile the ile,] But the temple of Apollo at Delphi was not in an island, but in Phocis, on the continent. Either Dion. Shakespeare, or his Editors, had their heads running on Delos, an ifland of the Cyclades. If it was the Editor's blunder, then Shake Speare Dion. I fhall report, (For moft it caught me, the celeftial habits, (Methinks, I fo fhould term them,) and the reverence Of the grave wearers. O, the facrifice How ceremonious, folemn, and unearthly It was i'th' offering! Cleo. But of all, the burst And the ear-deafning voice o'th' oracle, Dion. If th'event o'th' journey Prove as fuccefsful to the Queen, (O be❜t fo !) Cleo. Great Apollo, Turn all to th' beft! thefe proclamations, Speare wrote, Fertile the foil, which is more elegant too, than the prefent reading. WARBURTON. Shakespeare is little careful of geography. There is no need of this emendation in a play of which the whole plot depends upon a geographical errour, by which Bohemia is fuppofed to be a maritime country. 9 I SHALL report, FOR MOST it caught me, &c.] What will he report? And what means this reafon of his report, that the celestial habits moft ftruck his obfervation? We fhould read, IT SHAMES report, FOREMOST it caught me, Cleomines had juft before said,that the Temple much furpaffed the common praife it bore. The other, very naturally, replies it Shames report, as far furpaffing what report faid of it. He then VOL. II. |