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Out! A mankind witch! Hence with her, out o' door: A most intelligencing bawd!
Puul. 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. Leon.
Traitors! Will you not push her out? Give her the bastard :Thou, dotard, [To Antigonus.] thou art woman
He dreads his wife.
doubt, You'd call
A nest of traitors! Ant. I am none, by this good light. Paul.
Nor I; nor any, 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,
A mankind witch!] i. e. masculine.
thou art woman-tir'd,] Woman-tir'd, is peck'd by a woman; hen-pecked.
- thy crone.) i. e. thy old-worn out woman. A croan is old toothless sheep: thence an old woman. o Unvenerable be thy hands, if thou
Tak’st up the princess, by that forced baseness—] Leontes had ordered Antigonus to take up the bastard; Paulina forbids him to touch the Princess under that appellation. Forced is false, uttered with violence to truth. JOHNSON,
Whose sting is sharper than the sword's; and will
not (For, as the case now stands, it is a curse He cannot be compellid to't,) once remove The root of his opinion, which is rotten, As ever oak, or stone, was sound. Leon.
of the father: eye, nose, lip, The trick of his frown, his forehead; nay, the val
It is yours;
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 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.
Hang all the husbands, That cannot do that feat, you'll leave yourself Hardly one subject.
? No yellow in't ;] Yellow is the colour of jeolousy.
& And, lozel,] 'A term of contempt, meaning worthless, dishonest.
Once more, take her hence.
I'll have thee burn'd.
I care not:
Of tyranny, and will ignoble make you,
On your allegiance,
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, 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,
We can; my royal liege,
Leon. You are liars all.
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 pur
pose; 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 neither.—You, sir, come you hither;
Any thing, my lord,
Leon. It shall be possible: Swear by this sword,
I will, my lord. Leon, Mark, and perform it; (seest thou?) for
Swear by this sword,] It was anciently the custom to swear by the cross on the handle of a sword.
Of any point in't shall not only be
Ant. I swear to do this, though a present death
[Exit, 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. 1 Lord.
So please you, sir, their speed Hath been beyond account. Leon.
Twenty-three days They have been absent: 'Tis good speed; foretels,
commend it strangely to some place,] Commit it to some place, as a stranger, without more provision.