SCENE III. The same. A Room in the Palace. Enter LEONTES, ANTIGONUS, Lords, and other Attendants. Leon. 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' the cause, She, the 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. 1 Attend. -Who's there? My lord! [Advancing. Leon. How does the boy? 1 Attend. He took good rest to-night; To see, "Tis hop'd his sickness is discharg'd. Leon. His nobleness! Conceiving the dishonour of his mother, He straight declin'd, droop'd, took it deeply; And downright languish'd.-Leave me solely2:-go, See how he fares. [Exit Attend.]-Fye, fye! no thought of him; The very thought of my revenges that way 1 Blank and level mean mark and aim, or direction. They are terms of gunnery. See note 8, p. 50, of this play. Thus also in Hamlet, Act iv. Sc. 4: 'As level as the cannon to his blank.' 2 i. e. leave me alone. 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 within my power. Shall she, 1 Lord. Enter PAULINA, with a Child. You must not enter. Paul. 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. Ant. That's enough. 1 Atten. Madam, he hath not slept to-night; com manded None should come at him. Paul. Do come with words as med'cinal as true; Leon. What noise there, ho? Paul. No noise, my lord; but needful conference About some gossips for your highness. Leon. How? Away with that audacious lady: Antigonus, Ant. I told her so, my lord, What, can'st not rule her? On your displeasure's peril, and on mine, Leon. Paul. From all dishonesty, he can: in this, (Unless he take the course that you have done, Commit me, for committing honour) trust it, He shall not rule me. Lo Ant. you now, you hear! When she will take the rein, I let her run; But she'll not stumble. Paul. Good my liege, I come,― And, I beseech you, hear me, who profess 3 Myself your loyal servant, your physician, Your most obedient counsellor; yet that dare Less appear so, in comforting your evils*, Than such as most seem yours:—I say, From your good queen. Leon. Paul. Good queen, my lord, good queen; Good queen! I come good queen: I say, And would by combat make her good, so were I A man, the worst 5 about you. Leon. Force her hence. Paul. Let him, that makes but trifles of his eyes, First hand me: on my own accord, I'll off; But, first, I'll do my errand. The good queen, For she is good, hath brought you forth a daughter; Here 'tis; commends it to your blessing. Leon. [Laying down the Child. Out! A mankind witch? Hence with her, out o' door: A most intelligencing bawd! Paul. 3 The old copy has professes. Not so: In comforting your evils.' To comfort, in old language, is to aid, to encourage. Evils here mean wicked courses. 5 i. e. the weakest, or least warlike. 6A mankind witch.' In Junius's Nomenclator, by Abraham Fleming, 1585, Virago is interpreted A manly woman, or a mankind woman.' Johnson asserts that the phrase is still used in the midland counties for a woman violent, ferocious, and mischievous, 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 womantir'd, unroosted By thy dame Partlet here:-take up the bastard; Take't up, I say; give't to thy croneR. Paul. Unvenerable be thy hands, if thou For ever Takest up the princess, by that forced baseness Which he has put upon't! Leon. He dreads his wife. Paul. So, I would, you did; then, 'twere past all doubt, You'd call your children yours. Leon. A nest of traitors! Nor I; nor any, Ant. I am none, by this good light. His hopeful son's, his babe's, betrays to slander, not 7 i. e. hen-pecked. To tire in Falconry is to tear with the beak. Partlet is the name of the hen in the old story of Reynard the Fox. 8 A crone was originally a toothless old ewe; and thence became a term of contempt for an old woman. 9 Forced is false; uttered with violence to truth. Baseness for bastardy; we still say base born. 10 beline : Whose sting is sharper than the sword's.' So in Cym 'Slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword, whose tongue (For, as the case now stands, it is a curse He cannot be compell'd to't), once remove The root of his opinion, which is rotten, As ever oak, or stone, was sound. Leon. A callat 11, Of boundless tongue; who late hath beat her husband, Hence with it; and, together with the dam, Paul. It is yours; And, might we lay the old proverb to your charge, The trick of his frown, his forehead; nay, the valley, The ordering of the mind too, 'mongst all colours No yellow 12 in't; lest she suspect, as he does, Her children not her husband's! Leon. A gross hag! Hang all the husbands And, lozel 13, thou art worthy to be hang'd, Ant. 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. allat is a trull, 12 No yellow,' the colour of jealousy. |