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Re-enter Officers, with CLEOMENES and Dion. Offi. You here shall swear upon this sword of jus

That you, Cleomenes and Dion, have
Been both at Delphos; and from thence have brought
This sealed-up oracle, by the hand delivered
Of great Apollo's priest; and that, since then,
You have not dared to break the holy seal,
Nor read the secrets in't.
Cleo. Dion.

All this we swear.
Leon. Break up the seals, and read.

. [Reads.] Hermione is chaste, Polixenes blameless, Camillo a true subject, Leontes a jealous tyrant, his innocent babe truly begotten ; and the king shall live without an heir, if that, which is lost, be not found.

Lords. Now blessed be the great Apollo

Leon. Hast thou read truth?

Ay, my lord; even so As it is here set down.

Leon. There is no truth at all i'the oracle.
The sessions shall proceed; this is mere falsehood.

Enter a Servant, hastily. Serv. My lord the king, the king ! Leon.

What is the business? Serv. O, sir, I shall be hated to report it; The prince your son, with mere conceit and fear Of the queen's speed, is gone. Leon.

How! gone? Serv.

Is dead. Leon. Apollo's angry; and the Heavens themselves Do strike at my injustice. [HERMIONE faints.

How now there? Paul. This news is mortal to the queen.—Look down, And see what death is doing.

1 This is almost literally from Greene's novel. 2 i. e. of the event of the queen's trial. We still say, he sped well

or ill.


Take her hence;
Her heart is but o’ercharged; she will recover.
I have too much believed mine own suspicion.-
'Beseech you, tenderly apply to her
Some remedies for life.- Apollo, pardon

[Exeunt Paulina and Ladies, with HERM.
My great profaneness 'gainst thine oracle –
I'll reconcile me to Polixenes;
New woo my queen; recall the good Camillo;
Whom I proclaim a man of truth, of mercy;
For, being transported by my jealousies
To bloody thoughts and to revenge, I chose
Camillo for the minister, to poison
My friend Polixenes; which had been done,
But that the good mind of Camillo tardied
My swift command, though I with death, and with
Reward, did threaten and encourage him,
Not doing it, and being done: he, most humane,
And filled with honor, to my kingly guest
Unclasped my practice; quit his fortunes here,
Which you knew great; and to the certain' hazard
Of all incertainties himself commended,
No richer than his honor.—How he glisters
Thorough my rust! and how his piety
Does my deeds make the blacker!

Re-enter PAULINA.


Woe the while ! O cut my lace; lest my heart, cracking it, Break too!

1 Lord. What fit is this, good lady?

Paul. What studied torments, tyrant, hast for me? What wheels ? racks ? fires ? What flaying ? boiling In leads or oils? What old, or newer torture Must I receive; whose every word deserves To taste of thy most worst? Thy tyranny

1 Certain is not in the first folio; it was supplied by the editor of the second.

Together working with thy jealousies,—
Fancies too weak for boys, too green and idle
For girls of nine! O, think what they have done,
And then run mad, indeed; stark mad! for all
Thy by-gone fooleries were but spices of it.
That thou betray'dst Polixenes, 'twas nothing;
That did but show thee, of a fool, inconstant,
And damnable ungrateful: nor was't much,
Thou wouldst have poisoned good Camillo's honor,
To have him kill a king ; poor trespasses,
More monstrous standing by: whereof I reckon
The casting forth to crows thy baby daughter,
To be or none, or little; though a devil
Would have shed water out of fire, ere done't:
Nor is't directly laid to thee, the death
Of the young prince; whose honorable thoughts
(Thoughts high for one so tender) cleft the heart
That could conceive a gross and foolish sire
Blemished his gracious dam: this is not, no,
Laid to thy answer.

But the last, O lords,
When I have said, cry, woe !—The queen, the queen,
The sweetest, dearest creature's dead; and vengeance

for't Not dropped down yet. 1 Lord.

The higher powers forbid ! Paul. I say, she's dead; I'll swear't. If word nor

Prevail not, go and see; if

if you can bring
Tincture, or lustre, in her lip, her eye,
Heat outwardly, or breath within, I'll serve you
As I would do the gods.-But, O thou tyrant !
Do not repent these things; for they are heavier
Than all thy woes can stir ; therefore betake thee
To nothing but despair. A thousand knees
Ten thousand years together, naked, fasting,
Upon a barren mountain, and still winter
In storm perpetual, could not move the gods
To look that way thou wert.

1 i. e. a devil would have shed tears of pity, ere he would have perpetrated such an action.



Go on, go on.
Thou canst not speak too much; I have deserved
All tongues to talk their bitterest.
1 Lord.

Say no more;
Howe'er the business goes, you have made fault
I’the boldness of your speech.

I am sorry fort;
All faults I make, when I shall come to know them,
I do repent. Alas, I have showed too much
The rashness of a woman: he is touched
To the noble heart.—What's gone and what's past

Should be past grief. Do not receive affliction
At my petition, I beseech you ; rather
Let me be punished, that have minded you
Of what you should forget. Now, good my liege,
Sir, royal sir, forgive a foolish woman.
The love I bore your queen,-lo, fool again !-
I'll speak of her no more, nor of your children;
I'll not remember you of my own lord,
Who is lost too. Take your patience to you,
And I'll say nothing.

Thou didst speak but well,
When most the truth; which I receive much better
Than to be pitied of thee. Pr’ythee, bring me
To the dead bodies of my queen and son;
One grave shall be for both ; upon them shall
The causes of their death appear, unto
Our shame perpetual. Once a day I'll visit
The chapel where they lie; and tears, shed there,
Shall be my recreation. So long as
Nature will bear up with this exercise,
So long I daily vow to use it. Come,
And lead me to these sorrows.



Bohemia. A desert Country near

the Sea.

Enter ANTIGONUS, with the Child ; and a Mariner. Ant. Thou art perfect, then, our ship hath touched

upon The deserts of Bohemia ? Mar.

Ay, my lord; and fear We have landed in ill time; the skies look grimly, And threaten present blusters. In my conscience, The Heavens with that we have in hand are angry, And frown upon us.

Ant. Their sacred wills be done !-Go, get aboard;
Look to thy bark; I'll not be long, before
I call upon thee.

Mar. Make your best haste; and go not
Too far i'the land ; 'tis like to be loud weather;
Besides, this place is famous for the creatures

that keep upon't.
I'll follow instantly.

I am glad at heart
To be so rid o’the business.

[Exit. Ant.

Come, poor babe. I have heard (but not believed) the spirits of the dead May walk again. If such thing be, thy mother Appeared to me last night; for ne'er was dream So like a waking. To me comes a creature, Sometimes her head on one side, some another; I never saw a vessel of like sorrow, So filled, and so becoming ; in pure white robes, Like very sanctity, she did approach My cabin where I lay; thrice bowed before me; And gasping to begin some speech, her eyes Became two spouts: the fury spent, anon Did this break from her : Good Antigonus,

Go thou away.

1 i. e. well assured.

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