Winter’s Tale act 3 scene 2 To Women of all fashion.

Lastly, hurried

Her. Sir, spare your Threats: Here, to this place, i'th' open ayre, before
The Bugge which you would fright me with,
I haue got strength of limit. Now (my Liege)
I seeke:
Tell me what blessings I haue here aliue,
To me can Life be no commoditie;
That I should feare to die? ///Therefore
The crowne and comfort of my Life (your
proceed:
Fauor)
But yet heare this: mistake me not: no Life,
I doe giue lost, for I doe feele it gone,
(I prize it not a straw) but for mine Honor,
But know not how it went. My second Ioy,
Which I would free: if I shall be condemn'd
And first Fruits of my body, from his
Vpon surmizes (all proofes sleeping else,
presence
But what your Iealousies awake) I tell you
I am bar'd, like one infectious. My third
'Tis Rigor, and not Law. Your Honors all,
comfort
I doe referre me to the Oracle:
(Star'd most vnluckily) is from my breast
Apollo be my Iudge.
(The innocent milke in it most innocent

mouth)

Hal'd out to murther. My selfe on euery Post

Proclaym'd a Strumpet: With immodest

hatred

The Child-bed priuiledge deny'd, which

longs