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PAULINA. I dare be sworn. |
These dangerous unsafe lunes i' th' King, beshrew them! |
He must be told on't, and he shall. The office |
Becomes a woman best; I'll take't upon me; |
If I prove honey-mouth'd, let my tongue blister, |
And never to my red-look'd anger be |
The trumpet any more. Pray you, Emilia, |
Commend my best obedience to the Queen; |
If she dares trust me with her little babe, |
I'll show't the King, and undertake to be |
Her advocate to th' loud'st. We do not know |
How he may soften at the sight o' th' child: |
The silence often of pure innocence |
Persuades when speaking fails. |
EMILIA. Most worthy madam, |
Your honour and your goodness is so evident |
That your free undertaking cannot miss |
A thriving issue; there is no lady living |
So meet for this great errand. Please your ladyship |
To visit the next room, I'll presently |
Acquaint the Queen of your most noble offer |
Who but to-day hammer'd of this design, |
But durst not tempt a minister of honour, |
Lest she should be denied. |
PAULINA. Tell her, Emilia, |
I'll use that tongue I have; if wit flow from't |
As boldness from my bosom, let't not be doubted |
I shall do good. |
EMILIA. Now be you blest for it! |
I'll to the Queen. Please you come something nearer. |
GAOLER. Madam, if't please the Queen to send the babe, |
I know not what I shall incur to pass it, |
Having no warrant. |
PAULINA. You need not fear it, sir. |
This child was prisoner to the womb, and is |
By law and process of great Nature thence |
Freed and enfranchis'd- not a party to |
The anger of the King, nor guilty of, |
If any be, the trespass of the Queen. |
GAOLER. I do believe it. |
PAULINA. Do not you fear. Upon mine honour, I |
Will stand betwixt you and danger. Exeunt |
SCENE III. |
Sicilia. The palace of LEONTES |
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' th' cause, |
She, th' adultress; for the harlot king |
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? |
FIRST SERVANT. My lord? |
LEONTES. How does the boy? |
FIRST SERVANT. He took good rest to-night; |
'Tis hop'd his sickness is discharg'd. |
LEONTES. To see his nobleness! |
Conceiving the dishonour of his mother, |
He straight declin'd, 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, |
See how he fares. [Exit SERVANT] Fie, fie! no thought of him! |
The very thought of my revenges that way |
Recoil upon me- in himself too mighty, |
And in his parties, his alliance. Let him be, |
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 pow'r. |
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. |
ANTIGONUS. That's enough. |
SECOND SERVANT. Madam, he hath not slept to-night; commanded |
None should come at him. |
PAULINA. Not so hot, good sir; |
I come to bring him sleep. 'Tis such as you, |
That creep like shadows by him, and do sigh |
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 |
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! |
Away with that audacious lady! Antigonus, |
I charg'd 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, |
She should not visit you. |
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