ACT II. SCENE I. Sicilia. The palace of LEONTES  Enter HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS, and LADIES    HERMIONE. Take the boy to you; he so troubles me,     'Tis past enduring.   FIRST LADY. Come, my gracious lord,     Shall I be your playfellow?   MAMILLIUS. No, I'll none of you.   FIRST LADY. Why, my sweet lord?   MAMILLIUS. You'll kiss me hard, and speak to me as if     I were a baby still. I love you better.   SECOND LADY. And why so, my lord?   MAMILLIUS. Not for because     Your brows are blacker; yet black brows, they say,     Become some women best; so that there be not     Too much hair there, but in a semicircle     Or a half-moon made with a pen.   SECOND LADY. Who taught't this?   MAMILLIUS. I learn'd it out of women's faces. Pray now,     What colour are your eyebrows?   FIRST LADY. Blue, my lord.   MAMILLIUS. Nay, that's a mock. I have seen a lady's nose     That has been blue, but not her eyebrows.   FIRST LADY. Hark ye:     The Queen your mother rounds apace. We shall     Present our services to a fine new prince     One of these days; and then you'd wanton with us,     If we would have you.   SECOND LADY. She is spread of late     Into a goodly bulk. Good time encounter her!   HERMIONE. What wisdom stirs amongst you? Come, sir, now     I am for you again. Pray you sit by us,     And tell's a tale.   MAMILLIUS. Merry or sad shall't be?   HERMIONE. As merry as you will.   MAMILLIUS. A sad tale's best for winter. I have one     Of sprites and goblins.   HERMIONE. Let's have that, good sir.     Come on, sit down; come on, and do your best     To fright me with your sprites; you're pow'rfull at it.   MAMILLIUS. There was a man-   HERMIONE. Nay, come, sit down; then on.   MAMILLIUS. Dwelt by a churchyard- I will tell it softly;     Yond crickets shall not hear it.   HERMIONE. Come on then,     And give't me in mine ear.               Enter LEONTES, ANTIGONUS, LORDS, and OTHERS    LEONTES. he met there? his train? Camillo with him?   FIRST LORD. Behind the tuft of pines I met them; never     Saw I men scour so on their way. I ey'd them     Even to their ships.   LEONTES. How blest am I     In my just censure, in my true opinion!     Alack, for lesser knowledge! How accurs'd     In being so blest! There may be in the cup     A spider steep'd, and one may drink, depart,     And yet partake no venom, for his knowledge     Is not infected; but if one present     Th' abhorr'd ingredient to his eye, make known     How he hath drunk, he cracks his gorge, his sides,     With violent hefts. I have drunk, and seen the spider.     Camillo was his help in this, his pander.     There is a plot against my life, my crown;     All's true that is mistrusted. That false villain     Whom I employ'd was pre-employ'd by him;     He has discover'd my design, and I     Remain a pinch'd thing; yea, a very trick     For them to play at will. How came the posterns     So easily open?   FIRST LORD. By his great authority;     Which often hath no less prevail'd than so     On your command.   LEONTES. I know't too well.     Give me the boy. I am glad you did not nurse him;     Though he does bear some signs of me, yet you     Have too much blood in him.   HERMIONE. What is this? Sport?   LEONTES. Bear the boy hence; he shall not come about her;     Away with him; and let her sport herself                                           [MAMILLIUS is led out]     With that she's big with- for 'tis Polixenes     Has made thee swell thus.   HERMIONE. But I'd say he had not,     And I'll be sworn you would believe my saying,     Howe'er you lean to th' nayward.   LEONTES. You, my lords,     Look on her, mark her well; be but about     To say 'She is a goodly lady' and     The justice of your hearts will thereto ad     'Tis pity she's not honest- honourable.'     Praise her but for this her without-door form,     Which on my faith deserves high speech, and straight     The shrug, the hum or ha, these petty brands     That calumny doth use- O, I am out!-     That mercy does, for calumny will sear     Virtue itself- these shrugs, these hum's and ha's,     When you have said she's goodly, come between,     Ere you can say she's honest. But be't known,     From him that has most cause to grieve it should be,     She's an adultress.   HERMIONE. Should a villain say so,     The most replenish'd villain in the world,     He were as much more villain: you, my lord,     Do but mistake.   LEONTES. You have mistook, my lady,     Polixenes for Leontes. O thou thing!     Which I'll not call a creature of thy place,     Lest barbarism, making me the precedent,     Should a like language use to all degrees     And mannerly distinguishment leave out     Betwixt the prince and beggar. I have said     She's an adultress; I have said with whom.     More, she's a traitor; and Camillo is     A federary with her, and one that knows     What she should shame to know herself     But with her most vile principal- that she's     A bed-swerver, even as bad as those     That vulgars give bold'st titles; ay, and privy     To this their late escape.   HERMIONE. No, by my life,     Privy to none of this. How will this grieve you,     When you shall come to clearer knowledge, that     You thus have publish'd me! Gentle my lord,     You scarce can right me throughly then to say     You did mistake.   LEONTES. No; if I mistake     In those foundations which I build upon,     The centre is not big enough to bear     A school-boy's top. Away with her to prison.     He who shall speak for her is afar off guilty     But that he speaks.   HERMIONE. There's some ill planet reigns.     I must be patient till the heavens look     With an aspect more favourable. Good my lords,     I am not prone to weeping, as our sex     Commonly are- the want of which vain dew     Perchance shall dry your pities- but I have     That honourable grief lodg'd here which burns     Worse than tears drown. Beseech you all, my lords,     With thoughts so qualified as your charities     Shall best instruct you, measure me; and so     The King's will be perform'd!   LEONTES.  [To the GUARD]  Shall I be heard?   HERMIONE. Who is't that goes with me? Beseech your highness     My women may be with me, for you see     My plight requires it. Do not weep, good fools;     There is no cause; when you shall know your mistress     Has deserv'd prison, then abound in tears     As I come out: this action I now go on     Is for my better grace. Adieu, my lord.     I never wish'd to see you sorry; now     I trust I shall. My women, come; you have leave.   LEONTES. Go, do our bidding; hence!                             Exeunt HERMIONE, guarded, and LADIES   FIRST LORD. Beseech your Highness, call the Queen again.   ANTIGONUS. Be certain what you do, sir, lest your justice     Prove violence, in the which three great ones suffer,     Yourself, your queen, your son.   FIRST LORD. For her, my lord,     I dare my life lay down- and will do't, sir,     Please you t' accept it- that the Queen is spotless     I' th' eyes of heaven and to you- I mean     In this which you accuse her.   ANTIGONUS. If it prove     She's otherwise, I'll keep my stables where     I lodge my wife; I'll go in couples with her;     Than when I feel and see her no farther trust her;     For every inch of woman in the world,     Ay, every dram of woman's flesh is false,     If she be.   LEONTES. Hold your peaces.   FIRST LORD. Good my lord-   ANTIGONUS. 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-flaw'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 honour,     I'll geld 'em all; fourteen they shall not see     To bring false generations. They are co-heirs;     And I had rather glib myself than they     Should not produce fair issue.   LEONTES. Cease; no more.     You smell this business with a sense as cold     As is a dead man's nose; but I do see't and feel't     As you feel doing thus; and see withal     The instruments that feel.   ANTIGONUS. 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.   LEONTES. What! Lack I credit?   FIRST 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.   LEONTES. Why, what need we     Commune with you of this, but rather follow     Our forceful instigation? Our prerogative     Calls not your counsels; but our natural goodness     Imparts this; which, if you- or stupified     Or seeming so in skill- cannot or will not     Relish a truth like us, inform yourselves     We need no more of your advice. The matter,     The loss, the gain, the ord'ring on't, is all     Properly ours.   ANTIGONUS. And I wish, my liege,     You had only in your silent judgment tried it,     Without more overture.   LEONTES. 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, nought for approbation     But only seeing, all other circumstances     Made up to th' 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 dispatch'd in post     To sacred Delphos, to Apollo's temple,     Cleomenes and Dion, whom you know     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?   FIRST LORD. Well done, my lord.   LEONTES. Though I am satisfied, and need no more     Than what I know, yet shall the oracle     Give rest to th' minds of others such as he     Whose ignorant credulity will not     Come up to th' truth. So have we thought it good     From our free 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 public; for this business     Will raise us all.   ANTIGONUS.  [Aside]  To laughter, as I take it,     If the good truth were known.                                                           Exeunt     SCENE II. Sicilia. A prison  Enter PAULINA, a GENTLEMAN, and ATTENDANTS    PAULINA. The keeper of the prison- call to him;     Let him have knowledge who I am.              Exit GENTLEMAN     Good lady!     No court in Europe is too good for thee;     What dost thou then in prison?                   Re-enter GENTLEMAN with the GAOLER      Now, good sir,     You know me, do you not?   GAOLER. For a worthy lady,     And one who much I honour.   PAULINA. Pray you, then,     Conduct me to the Queen.   GAOLER. I may not, madam;     To the contrary I have express commandment.   PAULINA. Here's ado, to lock up honesty and honour from     Th' access of gentle visitors! Is't lawful, pray you,     To see her women- any of them? Emilia?   GAOLER. So please you, madam,     To put apart these your attendants,     Shall bring Emilia forth.   PAULINA. I pray now, call her.     Withdraw yourselves.                       Exeunt ATTENDANTS   GAOLER. And, madam,     I must be present at your conference.   PAULINA. Well, be't so, prithee.                   Exit GAOLER     Here's such ado to make no stain a stain     As passes colouring.                   Re-enter GAOLER, with EMILIA      Dear gentlewoman,     How fares our gracious lady?   EMILIA. As well as one so great and so forlorn     May hold together. On her frights and griefs,     Which never tender lady hath borne greater,     She is, something before her time, deliver'd.   PAULINA. A boy?   EMILIA. A daughter, and a goodly babe,     Lusty, and like to live. The Queen receives     Much comfort in't; says 'My poor prisoner,     I am as innocent as you.'   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.   LEONTES. What, canst not rule her?   PAULINA. 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.   ANTIGONUS. La you now, you hear!     When she will take the rein, I let her run;     But she'll not stumble.   PAULINA. Good my liege, I come-     And I beseech you hear me, who professes     Myself your loyal servant, your physician,     Your most obedient counsellor; yet that dares     Less appear so, in comforting your evils,     Than such as most seem yours- I say I come     From your good Queen.   LEONTES. Good Queen!   PAULINA. Good Queen, my lord, good Queen- I say good Queen;     And would by combat make her good, so were I     A man, the worst about you.   LEONTES. Force her hence.   PAULINA. Let him that makes but trifles of his eyes     First hand me. On mine 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.                                          [Laying down the child]   LEONTES. Out!     A mankind witch! Hence with her, out o' door!     A most intelligencing bawd!   PAULINA. Not so.     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.   LEONTES. Traitors!     Will you not push her out? Give her the bastard.     [To ANTIGONUS]  Thou dotard, thou art woman-tir'd, unroosted     By thy Dame Partlet here. Take up the bastard;     Take't up, I say; give't to thy crone.   PAULINA. For ever     Unvenerable be thy hands, if thou     Tak'st up the Princess by that forced baseness     Which he has put upon't!   LEONTES. He dreads his wife.   PAULINA. So I would you did; then 'twere past all doubt     You'd call your children yours.   LEONTES. A nest of traitors!   ANTIGONUS. I am none, by this good light.   PAULINA. 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,     Whose sting is sharper than the sword's; and will not-     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.   LEONTES. A callat     Of boundless tongue, who late hath beat her husband,     And now baits me! This brat is none of mine;     It is the issue of Polixenes.     Hence with it, and together with the dam     Commit them to the fire.   PAULINA. It is yours.     And, might we lay th' old proverb to your charge,     So like you 'tis the worse. Behold, my lords,     Although the print be little, the whole matter     And copy of the father- eye, nose, lip,     The trick of's frown, his forehead; nay, the valley,     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!   LEONTES. A gross hag!     And, lozel, thou art worthy to be hang'd     That wilt not stay her tongue.   ANTIGONUS. Hang all the husbands     That cannot do that feat, you'll leave yourself     Hardly one subject.   LEONTES. Once more, take her hence.   PAULINA. A most unworthy and unnatural lord     Can do no more.   LEONTES. I'll ha' thee burnt.   PAULINA. I care not.     It is an heretic that makes the fire,     Not she which burns in't. I'll not call you tyrant     But this most cruel usage of your Queen-     Not able to produce more accusation     Than your own weak-hing'd fancy- something savours     Of tyranny, and will ignoble make you,     Yea, scandalous to the world.   LEONTES. On your allegiance,     Out of the chamber with her! Were I a tyrant,     Where were her life? She durst not call me so,     If she did know me one. Away with her!   PAULINA. 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 needs 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   LEONTES. 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 that 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 set'st on thy wife.   ANTIGONUS. I did not, sir.     These lords, my noble fellows, if they please,     Can clear me in't.   LORDS. We can. My royal liege,     He is not guilty of her coming hither.   LEONTES. You're liars all.   FIRST LORD. Beseech your Highness, give us better 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 purpose,     Which being so horrible, so bloody, must     Lead on to some foul issue. We all kneel.   LEONTES. 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.  [To ANTIGONUS]  You, Sir, come you hither.     You that have been so tenderly officious     With Lady Margery, your midwife there,     To save this bastard's life- for 'tis a bastard,     So sure as this beard's grey- what will you adventure     To save this brat's life?   ANTIGONUS. Anything, my lord,     That my ability may undergo,     And nobleness impose. At least, thus much:     I'll pawn the little blood which I have left     To save the innocent- anything possible.   LEONTES. It shall be possible. Swear by this sword     Thou wilt perform my bidding.   ANTIGONUS. I will, my lord.   LEONTES. Mark, and perform it- seest thou? For the fail     Of any point in't shall not only be     Death to thyself, but to thy lewd-tongu'd wife,     Whom for this time we pardon. We enjoin thee,     As thou art liegeman to us, that thou carry     This female bastard hence; and that thou bear it     To some remote and desert place, quite out     Of our dominions; and that there thou leave it,     Without more mercy, to it own protection     And favour of the climate. As by strange fortune     It came to us, I do in justice charge thee,     On thy soul's peril and thy body's torture,     That thou commend it strangely to some place     Where chance may nurse or end it. Take it up.   ANTIGONUS. I swear to do this, though a present death     Had been more merciful. Come on, poor babe.     Some powerful spirit instruct the kites and ravens     To be thy nurses! Wolves and bears, they say,     Casting their savageness aside, have done     Like offices of pity. Sir, be prosperous     In more than this deed does require! And blessing     Against this cruelty fight on thy side,     Poor thing, condemn'd to loss!           Exit with the child   LEONTES. No, I'll not rear     Another's issue.                           Enter a SERVANT    SERVANT. Please your Highness, posts     From those you sent to th' oracle are come     An hour since. Cleomenes and Dion,     Being well arriv'd from Delphos, are both landed,     Hasting to th' court.   FIRST LORD. So please you, sir, their speed     Hath been beyond account.   LEONTES. Twenty-three days     They have been absent; 'tis good speed; foretells     The great Apollo suddenly will have     The truth of this appear. Prepare you, lords;     Summon a session, that we may arraign     Our most disloyal lady; for, as she hath     Been publicly accus'd, so shall she have     A just and open trial. While she lives,     My heart will be a burden to me. Leave me;     And think upon my bidding.                            Exeunt