_Leon._ No; if I mistake 100 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. _Her._ There's some ill planet reigns: 105 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 110 That honourable grief lodged 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! _Leon._ Shall I be heard? 115 _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 deserved prison, then abound in tears 120 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. _Leon._ Go, do our bidding; hence! 125 [Exit Queen, guarded; with Ladies. _First 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. _First Lord._ For her, my lord, I dare my life lay down and will do't, sir, 130 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. _Ant._ I fit prove She's otherwise, I'll keep my stables where I lodge my wife; I'll go in couples with her; 135 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. _Leon._ Hold your peaces. _First Lord._ Good my lord,-- _Ant._ It is for you we speak, not for ourselves: 140 You are abused 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; 145 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.