_Leon._ To see his nobleness! Conceiving the dishonour of his mother, He straight declined, droop'd, took it deeply, Fasten'd and fix'd the shame on't in himself, 15 Threw off his spirit, his appetite, his sleep, And downright languish'd. Leave me solely: go, See how he fares. [_Exit Serv._] Fie, fie! no thought of him: The very thought of my revenges that way Recoil upon me: in himself too mighty, 20 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 25 Shall she within my power. _Enter_ PAULINA, _with a child_. _First Lord._ You must not enter. _Paul._ 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. _Ant._ That's enough. 30 _Sec. Serv._ Madam, he hath not slept to-night; commanded None should come at him. _Paul._ 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 35 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. _Leon._ What noise there, ho? _Paul._ No noise, my lord; but needful conference 40 About some gossips for your highness. _Leon._ How! Away with that audacious lady! Antigonus, I charged thee that she should not come about me: I knew she would. _Ant._ I told her so, my lord, On your displeasure's peril and on mine, 45 She should not visit you. _Leon._ What, canst not rule her? _Paul._ 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. _Ant._ La you now, you hear: 50 When she will take the rein I let her run; But she'll not stumble. _Paul._ 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 55 Less appear so in comforting your evils, Than such as most seem yours: I say, I come From your good queen. _Leon._ Good queen!