That mercy does; for calumny will sear 7 Virtue itself; these shrugs, these hums, and ha's, When you have said, she's goodly, come between, Ere you can say she's honest: But be it known, From him that has most cause to grieve it should be, She's an adultress. Her. Should a villain say so, The most replenish'd villain in the world, Leon. To this their late escape, No, by my life, Her. 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. Leon. No, no; if I mistake In those foundations which I build upon, A school-boy's top. Away with her to prison: Her. There's some ill planet reigns: 7 Brand as infamous. Remotely guilty. 8 Confederate. In merely speaking I must be patient, till the heavens look With an aspéct more favourable. Good my lords, and so Shall I be heard? [To the Guards. Her. 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, my I never wish'd to see you sorry; now, lord: I trust, I shall. My women, come; you have leave. Leon. Go, do our bidding; hence. [Exeunt Queen and Ladies. 1 Lord. 'Beseech your highness, call the queen again. Ant. Be certain what you do, sir; lest your justice Prove violence; in the which three great ones suffer, Yourself, your queen, your son. 1 Lord. For her, my lord,I dare my life lay down, and will do't, sir, Please you to accept it, that the queen is spotless I'the eyes of heaven, and to you ; I mean, In this which you accuse her. If it prove Ant. I lodge my wife; I'll go in couples with her; If she be. 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. As is a dead man's nose: I see't, and feel't, Ant. If it be so, We need no grave to bury honesty ; There's not a grain of it, the face to sweeten 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? 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, Ant. And I wish, my liege, How could that be? You had only in your silent judgment tried it, Leon. 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 2, But only seeing, all other circumstances Made up to the deed,) doth push on this proceeding: (For, in an act of this importance, 'twere Of stuff'd sufficiency 3: Now, from the oracle 1 Lord. Well done, my lord. Leon. Though I am satisfied, and need no more Than what I know, yet shall the oracle Give rest to the minds of others; such as he, Come up to the truth: So have we thought it good, Ant. [Aside.] To laughter, as I take it, [Exeunt. SCENE II. The outer Room of a Prison. Enter PAULINA and Attendants. Paul. The keeper of the prison,-call to him; [Exit an Attendant. Let him have knowledge who I am. Good lady! 2 Proof. 3 Of abilities more than sufficient. No court in Europe is too good for thee, Re-enter Attendant, with the Keeper. You know me, do you not? Conduct me to the queen. For a worthy lady, Pray you, then, Keep. 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! Is it lawful, Keep. So please you, madam, to put Apart these your attendants, I shall bring Emilia forth. Keep. I pray now, call her. [Exeunt Attend. And, madam, [Exit Keeper. I must be present at your conference. Here's such ado to make no stain a stain, As passes colouring. Re-enter Keeper, with EMILIA. Dear gentlewoman, how fares our gracious lady? Emil. |