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For every inch of woman in the world,
Ay, every dram of woman's flesh, is false,
If she be.
leon. Hold your peaces.
1. Lord. Good my Lord, – -
Ant. It is for you we speak, not for ourselves:
You are abus'd, and by some putter-on,
That will be damn'd for't; 'would I knew the villain,
I would land-damn him : Be she honour-flavv'd, -
I have three daughters; the eldest is eleven;
The second, and the third, nine, and some five;
If this prove true, they'll pay for't; by mine honoir,
I'll geld them all; fourteen they shall not see,
To bring false generations: the are co-heirs;
And I had rather glib myself, than they
Should not produce fair issue.
Leon. Cease: no more.
You smell this business with a sense as cold
As is a dead man's mose: 1 see’t, and feel't,
As you feel doing thus: and see withal
The instruments that feel.
Ant. If it be so,
We need no grave to bury honesty:
There's not a grain of it, the face to sweeten
Of the whole dungy earth.
Leon. What! lack I credit?
1. Lord. I had rather you did lack, than I, my Lord,
Upon this ground; and more it would content me
To have her honour true, than your suspicion;
Be blam'd for't how you might.
Leon. Why, what need we
Commune with you of this 2 butt rather follow
Our forceful instigation ? Our prerogative
Calls not your counsels; but our natural goodness
Imparts this: which , — if you ( or stupified, o
Or seciniug so in skill, ) cannot, or will not,

Felish as truth, like us; inform yourselves,
We need no more of your advice : the matter,
The loss, the gain, the ordering on’t, is all
Properly burs.

Ant. And I wish, my Liege,
You had only in your silent judgement tried it,
Without more overture.

Leon. How could that be?
Either thou art most ignorant by age,
Or thou wert born a fool. Camillo's flight,
Added to their familiarity, -
(Which was as gross as ever touch'd conjecture,
That lack'd sight only, mought for approbation,
But only seeing, all other circumstances
Made up to the deed, ) doth push on this proceeding:
Yet, for a greater confirmation,
(For, in an act of this importance, 'twere -
Most piteous to be wild,) I have despatch'd in post,
To sacred Delphos, to Apollo's temple,
Cleomenes and Dion, whom you hilow
Of stuff'd sufficiency: Now, from the oracle
They will bring all; whose spiritual counsel had,
Shall stop, or spur me. Have I done well?

1. Lord. Well dome, my Lord.

Leon. Though I am satisfied, and need no more Tham what I know, yet shall the oracle Give rest to the minds of others; such as he, Whose ignorant credulity will not Come up to the truth: So have we thought it good, From our frce person she should be confin'd; Lest that the treachery of the two, fled hence, Be left her to perform. Come, follow us; We are to speak in publick; for this business Will raise us all.

Ant. [Aside.] To laughter, as I take it, If the good truth were known. . [ Eaceum f.

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Paul. The keeper of the prison, — call to him; [ Exit an Attendant. I et him have knowledge who I am. – Good Lady! No court in Europe is too good for thee, What dost thou then in prison? – Now, good Sir,

Ile-enter Attendant, with the Keeper.

You know me, do you not ?
Heep. I’or a worthy lady,
And one whom much I honour.
Paul. Pray you them,
Conduct me to the Queen.
Heep. I may not, Madam ; to the contrary
I have express commandment.
Paul. Here's ado,
To lock up honesty and honour from
The access of gentle visitors 2 – Is it lawful,
Pray you, to see her women? any of them ż
Emilia 2
Heep. So please you, Madam, to put
Apart these your attendanis, I shall bring
Emilia forth. -
Paul. I pray you now, call her. -
Withdraw yourselves. [Exeunt Attend.
Heep. And, Madam,
I must be present at your conference.
Paul. Well, be it so, pry thee. [Exit Keeper.
Here's such ado to make no stain a stain,
As passes colouring.

Iłe-enter Keeper, with EMILIA. Dear Gentlewoman, how fares our gracious lady? Emil. As well as one so great, and so forlorn, May hold together: On her frights, ando'griefs, (Which never tender lady hath borne greater , ) She is, something before her time, deliver'd. Paul. A boy? Emil. A daughter; and a goodly babe, Lusly, and like to live: the Queen receives Much comfort in't : says, My poor prisoner, I am innocent as you. Paul. I dare be sworn: — These dangerous unsafe lumes o' the 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’ loudest: We do not know How he may soften at the sight o' the child; The silence often of pure innocence Persuades, when speaking fails. Emil. 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.

Paul. Tell her, Emilia, I'll use that tongue I have : if wit flow from it, As boldness from my bosom, let it not be doubted I shall do good. Emil. Now be you blest for it! I'll to the Queen : Please you, come something nearer. Heep. Madam, if t please the Queen to send the babe I know not what I shall incur, to pass it, Having no warrant. Paul. You need not fear it, Sir: The child was prisoner to the womb; and is, By law and process of great nature, thence Free'd and enfranchis'd : not a party to The anger of the King, nor guilty of, If any be, the trespass of the Queen. Heep. I do believe it. Paul. Do not you fear; upon Mine honour, I will stand 'twixt you and danger. [Eace unt.

S C E N E III.

The same. A Room in the Palace.

Enter LEoN TEs, ANT1 Gonus, Lords, and other Attendants.

Leon. Nor might, 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 adultress : — for the harlot King Is quite beyond mine arm, out of the blank Alld level of my brain, plot-proof: but she I can hook to me: Say, that she were gone,

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