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That way inclining; harden'd be the hearts
Leon. I ne'er heard yet,
Her. That's true enough;
Leon. 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
Even since it could speak, from an infant, freely,
Leon. You knew of his departure, as you know
Leon. Your actions are my dreams;
Yo had a bastard by Polixemes,
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 :
Re-enter Officers, with CLEoNIENEs and Dron. Offi. You here shall swear upon this sword of justice, That you, Cleomenes and Dion, have Been both at Delphos; and from thence have brought This seal’d-up, oracle, by the hand deliver'd Of great Apollo's priest; and that, since them, You have not dar'd to break the holy seal, Nor read the secrets in't. Cleo. Dion. All this we swear. Leon. Break up the seals, and read. Ossi. [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. w Lords. Now blessed be the great Apollo! Her. Praised Leon. Hast thou read truth? Offi. 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, haftily. Serv. My Lord the King, the King!
Leon. What is the business 2
Serv. O Sir, I shall be hated to report it:
Leon. How ! gone?
Serv. Is dead.
Leon. Apollo's angry; and the heavens themselves Do strike at my injustice. [HERMI on E faints. J - How now there 2 Paul. This news is mortal to the Queen: — Look - down, And see what death is doing. Leon. Take her hence: Her heart is but o'ercharg’d; she will recover. - . I have too much believ'd mine own suspicion: 'Beseech you, tenderly apply to her Some remedies for life. — Apollo, pardon [ Exeunt PAULINA and ladies, with HERMIon E. 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 IMy 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 ill'd with honour, to my kingly guest Unclasp'd my practice; quit his fortunes here, Which you knew great; and to the certain hazard Of all incertainties himself commended, No richer than his honour: — How he glisters
Thorough my rust' and how his piety
Paul. 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 Y fires 2 What flaying 2 boiling, In leads, or oils 2 what old, or newer torture IMust I receive; whose every word deserves To taste of thy most worst? Thy tyranny Together working with thy jealousies, – Fancies too weak for boys, too green and idle For girls of nine ! — O, think, what they have dome, 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 would'st have poison'd good Camillo's honour, 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, cre don't ; Nor is't directly laid to thee, the death Of the young Prince; whose honourable thoughts (Thoughts high for one so tender , ) cleft the heart That could conceive, a gross and foolish sire Blemish'd his gracious dam: this is not, mo, Laid to thy answer: But the last, - O, Lords, When I have said, cry, woe! — the Queen, the