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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 his frown, his forehead; nay, the valley,
The pretty dimples of his chin, and cheek; his

smiles; 2
The very mould and frame of hand, nail, finger :-
And, thou, good goddess nature, which haft 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 ;8 left fhe fufpect, as he does,
Her children not her husband's !9

· !- his smiles ;] These two redundant words might be re. jected, especially as the child has already been represented as the inheritor of its father's dimples and frowns. STEEVENS.

Our author and his contemporaries frequently take the liberty of using words of two syllables, as monosyllables. So eldest, highest, lover, either, &c. Dimples is, I believe, employed so here, and of his, when contracted, or founded quickly, make but one fyllable likewise. In this view there is no redundancy. MALONE. How is the word dimples, to be monosyllabically pronounced?

STEEVENS, 8 No yellow in't;] Yellow is the colour of jealousy. JOHNSON,

So, Nym says in The Merry Wives of Windsor: “ I will possess him with yellowness." STEVENS, 9 left the suspect, as he does,

Her children not her husband's!] In the ardour of composition Shakspeare seems here to have forgotten the difference of sexes. No suspicion that the babe in question might entertain of her future husband's fidelity, could affect the legitimacy of her offspring. Unless she were herfelf a “ bed-swerver," (which is not supposed,) she could have no doubt of his being the father of her children, However painful female jealousy may be to her that feels it, Paulina, therefore, certainly attributes to it, in the present instance, à pang that it can never give. MALONE.

I regard this circumstance as a beauty, rather than a defect, The seeming absurdity in the last clause of Paulina's ardent address to Nature, was undoubtedly designed, being an extravagance characteristically preferable to languid correctness, and chastised declamation, STEEVENS.



... A gross hag! And, lozel, thou art worthy to be hang'd, That wilt not stay her tongue. Ant.

Hang all the husbands, 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. Leon. I'll have thee burn'd.

I care not : It is an heretick, 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 favours

. .
Of tyranny, and will ignoble make you,
Yea, scandalous to the world.

On your allegiance,
Out of the chamber with her. Were I a tyrant,
Where were her life? The durst not call me so,
If she did know me one. Away with her.

Paul. I pray you, do not push me; I'll be gone. Look to your babe, my lord; 'tis yours : Jove send


? And, lozel,] “ A Lofel is one that hath loft, neglected, or cast off his owne good and welfare, and so is become lewde and carelesse of credit and honesty.” Verstegan's Restitution, 1605, P. 335. Reed.

This is a term of contempt, frequently used by Spenser. I likes wise meet with it in The Death of Robert Earl of Huntington, 1601:

" To have the lozel's company." A lozel is a worthless fellow. Again, in The Pinner of Wakefield, 1599:

“ Peace, prating lozel," &c. Steevens.

A better guiding spirit!—What need 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.

Leon. 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 what 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 sett'st on thy wife.
. ANT.

I did not, sir: These lords, my noble fellows, if they please, Can clear me in't.

1. Lord. We can; my royal liege, He is not guilty of her coming hither.

Leon. You are liars all. 1. 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 recompence 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.

Leon. 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.-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 fure as this beard's grey,..what will you adven-

To save this brat's life?
- ANT.

Any thing, 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: any thing possible.

Leon. It shall be possible: Swear by this sword,
Thou wilt perform my bidding.

I will, my lord. Leon. Mark, and perform it; (scelt thou ?) for

the fail Of any point in't shall not only be Death to thyself, but to thy lewd-tongued 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

3 So fure as this beard's grey,] The king must mean the beard of Antigonus, which perhaps both here and on a former occasion, (see p. 59, n. 6.) it was intended, he should lay hold of. Leontes has himself told us that twenty three years ago he was unbreech'd, in his green velvet coat, his dagger muzzled ; and of course his age at the opening of this play must be under thirty. He cannot there. fore mean his own beard. MALONE.

Swear by this sword,] It was anciently the custom to swear by the cross on the handle of a sword. See a note on Hamlet, A& I. sc. v. Steevens.

So, in The Penance of Arthur, Sig. S. 2: “ And therewith King Marke yielded him unto Sir Gaheris, and then he kneeled downe and made his oath upon the crole of the sword,&c.

I remember to have seen the name of Jesus engraved upon the pummel of the fword of a Crusader in the Church at Winchelsea.


To some remote and desert place, quite out
Of our dominions; aud that there thou leave it,
Without more mercy, to its 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,

Ant. 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. Leon.

No, I'll not rear Another's issue,

1. ATTEND. Please your highness, posts, From those you sent to the oracle, are come

S c ommend it strangely to some place,] Commit it to fome place, as a stranger, without more provision. JOHNSON, · So, in Macbeth :

“ I wish your horses swift and sure of foot, . " And so I do commend you to their backs."

To commend is to commit. See Minsheu's Dict. in v. MALONE, 6 and blefling,] i. e. the favour of heaven. MALONE.

7- condemn'd to lofs !] i. e. to exposure, similar to that of a child whom its parents have loft. I once thought that loss was here licentiously used for destruction ; but that this was not the primary sense here intended, appears from a subsequent passage, A& III. {c. iii:

" Poor wretch,
“ That, for thy mother's fault, art thus expos'd ..
“ To lofs, and what may follow!" MALONE,

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