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1 Lord. Behind the tuft of pines I met them;
Saw I men scour so on their way: I eyed them,
How bless'd am I
spider. Camillo was his help in this, his pander.There is a plot against my life,
1 Lord. By his great authority;
I know 't too well.
Give me the boy: I am glad, you did not nurse
What is this ? sport? Leon. Bear the boy hence; he shall not come
But I'd say, he had not,
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 add, • 'Tis pity, she's not honest, honorable.' 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 ;—0, I am out, That mercy does; for calumny will sear 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,
Stigmatise or brand as infamous.
She's an adulteress.
Should a villain say so,
Leon. You have mistook, my lady,
No, by my life,
you shall come to clearer knowlege, 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