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LEONTES

Hold your peaces.

A LORD
Good my lord, −

ANTIGONUS
It is for you we speak, not for ourselves; [140]
You are abus’d, 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.

LEONTES

Cease; no more. [150]
You smell this business with a sense as cold
As is a dead man’s nose: but I do see ’t and feel ’t,
As you feel doing thus; and see withal

The instruments that feel.

ANTIGONUS

If it be so,
We need no grave to bury honesty: [155]
There’s not a grain of it the face to sweeten

Of the whole dungy earth.

LEONTES

What! lack I credit?

A LORD
I had rather you did lack than I, my lord,