A room in LEONTES’ palace.
Enter LEONTES, ANTIGONUS, Lords, and Servants
Nor night nor day no rest: it is but weakness
To bear the matter thus; mere weakness. If
The cause were not in being,—part o’ the cause,
She the adulteress; for the harlot king
5Is quite beyond mine arm, out of the blank
And level of my brain, plot-proof; but she
I can hook to me: say that she were gone,
Given to the fire, a moiety of my rest
Might come to me again. Who’s there?
How does the boy?
He took good rest to-night;
’Tis hoped his sickness is discharged.
To see his nobleness!
15Conceiving the dishonour of his mother,
He straight declined, droop’d, took it deeply,
Fasten’d and fix’d the shame on’t in himself,
Threw off his spirit, his appetite, his sleep,
And downright languish’d. Leave me solely: go,
20See how he fares.