Like offices of pity.-Sir, be prosperous

In more than this deed doth require ! and blessing,
Against this cruelty, fight on thy side.

-Poor thing, condemn'd to loss! [Exit with the child.
Leo. No, I'll not rear

Another's issue.

1 Atten. Please your highness, posts,

From those you sent to the oracle, are come

An hour since: Cleomenes and Dion,

Being well arriv'd from Delphos, are both landed,
Hasting to the court.

1 Lord. So please you, sir, their speed

Hath been beyond account.

Leo. Twenty-three days

They have been absent: 'Tis good speed; foretels,
The great Apollo suddenly will have

The truth of this appear. Prepare you, lords;
Summon a session, that we may arraign
Our most disloyal lady: for, as she hath
Been publicly accus'd, so shall she have
A just and open trial. While she lives,
My heart will be a burden to me.
And think upon my bidding.

ACT III.

Leave me ;

[Exeunt.

SCENE I-The same. A Street in some Town. Enter CLE

OMENES and DION.

Cleomenes.

THE climate's delicate; the air most sweet;
Fertile the isle; the temple much surpassing
The common praise it bears.

Dion. I shall report,

For most it caught me, the celestial habits,

(Methinks, I so should term them,) and the reverence Of the grave wearers. O, the sacrifice!

How ceremonious, solemn, and unearthly

It was i' the offering!

Cleo. But, of all, the burst

And the ear-deafening voice o' the oracle,

Kin to Jove's 'thunder, so surpris'd my sense,

That I was nothing.

Dio. If the event o' the journey

Prove as successful to the queen,-O, be't so !--
As it hath been to us, rare, pleasant, speedy,

The time is worth the use on't.

Cleo. Great Apollo,

Turn all to the best! These proclamations,
So forcing faults upon Hermione,

I little like.

Dion. The violent carriage of it

Will clear, or end, the business: When the oracle, (Thus by Apollo's great divine seal'd up,)

Shall the contents discover, something rare,

Even then will rush to knowledge.-Go,-fresh horses; And gracious be the issue !

SCENE II.

[Exeunt.

The same. A Court of Justice. LEONTES, Lords, and Officers, appear, properly seated.

Leo. This sessions (to our great grief, we pronounce) Even pushes 'gainst our heart: The party tried, The daughter of a king; our wife; and one

Of us too much belov'd.- -Let us be clear'd

Of being tyrannous, since we so openly

Proceed in justice; which shall have due course,
Even to the guilt, or the purgation.
-Produce the prisoner.

Offi. It is his highness' pleasure, that the queen
Appear in person here in court.-Silence !

HERMIONE is brought in, guarded;

attending.

Leo. Read the indictment.

PAULINA and Ladies,

Offi. Hermione, queen to the worthy Leontes, king of Sicilia, thou art here accused and arraigned of high treason, in committing adultery with Polixenes, king of Bohemia; and conspiring with Camillo to take away the life of our sovereign lord the king, thy royal husband: the pretences whereof being by circumstances partly laid open, thou, Hermione, contrary to the faith and allegiance of a true subject, didst counsel and aid them, for their better safety, to fly away by night.

[8] Pretence-is, in this place, taken for a scheme laid, a plot formed. JOH.

Her. Since what I am to say, must be but that Which contradicts my accusation; and

The testimony on my part, no other

But what comes from myself; it shall scarce boot me
To say, Not guilty: mine integrity,

Being counted falsehood, shall, as I express it,
Be so receiv'd. But thus,- -If powers divine
Behold our human actions, (as they do,)

I doubt not then, but innocence shall make
False accusation blush, and tyranny

Tremble at patience.-You, my lord, best know,
(Who least will seem to do so,) my past life
Hath been as continent, as chaste, as true,
As I am now unhappy; which is more
Than history can pattern, though devis'd,
And play'd, to take spectators: For behold me,—
A fellow of the royal bed, which owe

A moiety of the throne, a great king's daughter,
The mother to a hopeful prince,-here standing,
To prate and talk for life, and honour, 'fore

Who please to come and hear. For life, I prize it As I weigh grief, which I would spare for honour, 'Tis a derivative from me to mine, 2

And only that I stand for. I appeal

To your own conscience, sir, before Polixenes
Came to your court, how was I in your grace,
How merited to be so; since he came,
With what encounter so uncurrent I

Have strain'd, to appear thus :3 if one jot beyond
The bound of honour; or, in act, or will,
That way inclining; harden'd be the hearts
Of all that hear me, and my near'st of kin
Cry, Fye upon my grave!

Leo. I ne'er heard yet,

That any of these bolder vices wanted

[9] That is, my virtue being accounted wickedness, my assertion of it will pass but for a lie. Falsehood means both treachery and lie. JOHNS.

[1] Life is to me now only grief, and as such only is considered by me: I would therefore willingly dismiss it. JOHNS.

[2] This sentiment, which is probably borrowed from Eccl. iii. 11, connot be too often impressed on the female mind: "The glory of a man is from the honour of his father; and a mother in dishonour, is a reproach unto her children." STEEV.

[3] The sense seems to be this :-"what sudden slip have I made, that I should catch a wrench in my character."-Mrs Ford talks of-some strain in her character. STEEV.

Less impudence to gainsay what they did,
Than to perform it first. 3

Her. That's true enough;

Though 'tis a saying, sir, not due to me.

Leo. You will not own it.

Her. More than mistress of,

Which comes to me in name of fault, I must not
At all acknowledge. For Polixenes,
(With whom I am accus'd,) I do confess,
I lov'd him, as in honour he requir'd ;
With such a kind of love, as might become
A lady like me; with a love, even such,
So, and no other, as yourself commanded:
Which not to have done, I think, had been in me
Both disobedience and ingratitude,

To you, and toward your friend; whose love had spoke, Even since it could speak, from an infant, freely,

That it was yours. Now, for conspiracy,

I know not how it tastes; though it be dish'd

For me to try how all I know of it

Is, that Camillo was an honest man;

And, why he left your court, the gods themselves,
Wotting no more than I, are ignorant.

Leo. You knew of his departure, as you know
What you have underta'en to do in his absence.
Her. Sir,

You speak a language that I understand not :
My life stands in the level of your dreams,
Which I'll lay down.

Leo. Your actions are my dreams;

You had a bastard by Polixenes,

And I but dream'd it :-As you were past all shame, (Those of your facts are so), so past all truth: Which to deny, concerns more than avails :

For as

[3] It is apparent that according to the proper, at least according to the present, use of words, less should be more, or wanted should be had. But Shakspeare is very uncertain in his use of negatives. It may be necessary once to observe, that in our language, two negatives did not originally affirm, but strengthen the negation. This mode of speech was in time changed, but, as the change was made in opposition to long custom, it proceeded gradually, and unformity was not obtained but through an intermediate confusion.

JOHNS. [4] This metaphor, (as Mr. Douce has already observed,) is from gunnery. See. p. 30, n. 6. STEEV.

[5] I do not remember that fact is used any where absolutely for guilt, which must be its sense in this place. JOHNS.

Thy brat hath been cast out, like to itself,
No father owning it, (which is, indeed,
More criminal in thee, than it,) so thou

Shalt feel our justice; in whose easiest passage,
Look for no less than death.

Her. Sir, spare your threats;

The bug, which you would fright me with, I seek.
To me can life be no commodity :

The crown and comfort of my life, your favour,
I do give lost; for I do feel it gone,

But know not how it went: My second joy,
And first-fruits of my body, from his presence,
I am barr'd, like one infectious: My third comfort,
Starr'd most unluckily, is from my breast,
The innocent milk in its most innocent mouth,
Haled out to murder: Myself on every post
Proclaim'd a strumpet; With immodest hatred,
The child-bed privilege denied, which 'longs
To women of all fashion :—Lastly, hurried
Here to this place, i' the open air, before
I have got strength of limit. Now, my liege,
Tell me what blessings I have here alive,
That I should fear to die? Therefore, proceed.
But yet hear this; mistake me not ;-No! life,
I prize it not a straw :-but for mine honour,
(Which I would free,) if I shall be condemn'd
Upon surmises; all proofs sleeping else,
But what your jealousies awake; I tell you,
'Tis rigour, and not law.-Your honours all,
I do refer me to the oracle ;

Apollo be my judge.

1 Lord. This your request

Is altogether just therefore, bring forth,
And in Apollo's name, his oracle.

[Exeunt certain Officers.

Her. The emperor of Russia was my father:
O, that he were alive, and here beholding
His daughter's trial! that he did but see
The flatness of my misery ; yet with eyes
Of pity, not revenge!

[6] i. e. born under an inauspicious planet.

STEEV.

[7] Mr. M. Mason judiciously conceives strength of limit to mean, "the limited degree of strength which it is customary for women to acquire, be. fore they are suffered to go abroad after child-bearing. STEEV. [8] That is, how low, how flat I am laid by my calamity.

JOHNS.