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He must be told on't, and he shall: the office They should not laugh, if I could reach them ; nor
Shall she, within my power.
Enter Paulina, with a Child. And never to my red-look'd anger be
1 Lord. You must not enter. The trumpet any more!-Pray you, Emilia,
Paul. Nay, rather, good my lords, be second to me! Commend niy best obedience to the queen!
you his tyrannous passion more, alas, • If she dares trust me with her little babe,
Than the queen’s life? a gracious innocent soul, I'll show't the king, and undertake to be
More free, than he is jealous ! Her advocate to th’ loudest: we do not know,
Ant. That's enough. How he may soften at the sight o'the child ;
1 Atten. Madam, he hath not slept to-night, comThe silence often of pure innocence
manded, Persuades, when speaking fails.
None should come at him.
Paul. Not so hot, good sir!
That creep like shadows by him, and do sigh
At each his needless heavings,- such as you,
Do come with words as med'cinal, as true,
That presses him from sleep.
Leon. What noise there, ho ?
Paul. No noise, my lord; but needful conference,
About some gossips for your highness.
I charg'd thee, that she should not come about me;
I knew, she would.
She should not visit you.
Leon. What, canst not rule her?
Paul. From all dishonesty, he can: in this,
(Unless he take the course, that you have done,
Commit me, for committing honour,) trust it,
He shall not rule me.
Ant. Lo you now! you hear.
When she will take the rein, I let her run;
But she'll not stumble.
Paul. Good my liege, I come,
[Exeunt Myself your loyal servant, your physician,
Your most obedient counsellor; yet that dares
From your good queen.
Paul. Good queen, my lord, good queen : I say, good,
And would by combat make her good, so were I
A man, the worst about you.
Leon. Force her hence!
Paul. Let him, that makes but trifles of his eyes,
First hand me! On mine own accord, I'll off ;
But, first, I'll do mine errand.— The good queen,
[Advancing. For she is good, hath brought you forth a daughter,
Here'tis; commends it to your blessing.
A mankind witch! Hence with her, out o' door!
A most intelligencing bawd!
Paul. Not so !
Than you are mad; which is enough, I'll warrant,
Will you not push her out? Give her the bastard! -
Thou, dotard: [To Antigonus.] thou art womantir'd,
Paul. For ever
And The The The And Sol TH No He
1 An Thi
Le Ра Can Le
(Laying down the child.
Tak'st up the priocess, by that forced baseness, The bastard brains with these my proper hands
Shall I dash out. Go take it to the fire!
For thou sett'ston thy wife.
These lords, my noble fellows, if they please,
Can clear mein't.
1 Lord. We can, my royal liege:
He is not guilty of her comiog hither.
1 Lord.'Reseech your highness, give us better credit !
(As recompense of our dear services, He cannot be compellid to't,) once remove
Past, and to come, )that you do change this purpose,
Which, being so horrible, so bloody, must
Lead on to some foul issue. We all kneel.
Leon. I am a feather for each wind that blows:-
Than curse it then, But, be it; let it live!
It shall not neither, - You, sir, come you hither!
(To Antigonus. Paul. It is yours;
You, that have been so tenderly oflicious
To save this brat's life?
To save the innocent: any thing possible.
Ant. I will, my lord.
Leon. Mark, and perform it;(see'st thou ?) for the fail
Of any pointin't shall not only be
Death to thyself, but to thy lewd-tongu'd wife,
Whom, for this time, we pardon. We enjoin thee,
This female bastard hence, and that thou bear it
To some remote and desert place, quite out
Of our dominions; and that there thou leave it,
Without more mercy, to its own protection,
And favour of the climate. As by strange fortune
It came to us, I do in justice charge thee, –
On thy soul's peril, and thy body's torture,-
Where chance may nurse, or end it. Take it up! (Not able to produce more accusation,
Ant. I swear to do this, though a present death Than your own weak-hing'd fancy,) something sa- Had been more merciful.-- Come on, poor babe!
Some powerful spirit instruct the kites and ravens, Of tyranny, and willignoble make you,
To be thy nurses! Wolves, and bears, they say,
Casting their savageness aside, have done
Like offices of pity. — Sir, be prosperous
Poor thing, condemn'd to loss! (Exit with the Child.
From those you sent to the oracle, are come
Au hour since: Cleomenes and Dion,
[Exit. Being well arriv'd from Delphos, are both landed,
Hath been beyond account.
Leon. Twenty-three days
They have been absent. 'Tis good speed; foretels, Within this hour bring me word 'tis done, (And by good testimony,) or I'll seize thy life,
The great Apollo suddenly will have
The truth of this appear. Prepare you, lords;
Summon a session, that we may arraign
Been publicly accus'd, so shall she have
| Haledo My heart will be a burden to me. Leave me, As I am now unhappy; which is more, And think upon my bidding! [Lxeunt. Than history can pattern, though devis'd,
The e And play'd, to take spectators; for beholdn
lbare SCENEI. The same.. A street in some town, The mother to a hopeful prince, -- here standing, Enter Cleomenes and Dion.
To prate and talk for life, and honour, 'fore Cleo. The climate's delicate, the air most sweet, Who please to come and hear. For life, I prize it, Fertile the isle, the temple much surpassing As I weigh grief, which I would spare: for honour, lprize The common praise it bears.
'Tis a derivative from me to mine, Dion. I shall report,
And only that I stand for. Jappeal For most it caught me, the celestial habits,
To your own conscience, sir, before Polixenes (Methinks, I so should term them, and the reverence Came to your court, how I was in your grace, of the grave wearers. O, the sacrifice! How merited to be so; since he came,
Idos How ceremonious, solemn, and unearthly,
With what encounter so uncurrent I
120 Cleo. But, of all, the burst
Thebound of honour, or, in act, or will,
That way inclining; harden'd be the hearts
Her Dion. If the event o'the journey
Leori. Ine'er heard yet,
0ї р Cleo. Great Apollo,
Her. That's true enough;
Bee Dion. The violent carriage ofit
Which comes to me in name of fault, I must not Will clear, or end, the business. When the oracle, At all acknowledge. For Polixenes,
Of (Thus by Apollo's great divine seal'd up,) (With whom I am accus’d,) I do confess,
Yc Shallthe contents discover, some-thing rare i lov’d him, as in honour he requir'd; Even then will rush to knowledge. -Go,-fresh horses!- With such a kind of love, as might become And gracious be the issue!
(Exeunt. A lady, like me; with a love, even such,
So, aud no other, as yourself commanded: SCENE II. – The same. A court of justice. Which not to have done, I think, had been in me
le Leostes, Lords, and Officers, appear properly seated. Both disobedience and ingratitude Leon.This sessions(to our great grief, we pronounce,) Toyou,and toward your friend, whose love
I know not, how it tastes; though it be dish'd
For me, to try how: all I know of it Proceed in justice; which shall have due course, Is, that Camillo was an honest man; Even to the guilt, or the purgation.
why he left yourcourt, the gods themselves, Produce the prisoner!
Wotting no more than 1, are ignorant.
What you have unterta'en to do in's absence.
You speak a language, that I understand not: Leon. Read the indictment!
My life stands in the level of your dreams, off. Hermione, queen to the worthy Leontes, king Which I'll lay down. of Sicilia, thou art here accused und arraigned of Leon. Your actions are my dreams; high treason, in committing adultery with Polixenes, You had a bastard by Polixenes, king of Bohemia, and conspiring with Camillo to And I but dream'd it. As you were past all shame, take away the life of our sovereign lord the king, thy (Those of your fact are so,) so past all truth: royal husband: the pretence whereof being by circum- Which to deny, concerns more, than avails : stunces partly laid open, thou, Hermione, contrary Foras to the faith and allegiance of a true subject, didst Thy brat hath been, cast out, like to itself, counsel and aid them, for their better safety, to fly No father owning it, (which is, indeed, away by night.
More criminal in thee,than it, so thou Her. Since what I am to say, must be but that, Shalt feel our justice; in whose easiest passage, Which contradicts my accusation, and
Look for no less than death! The testimony on my part, no other
Her. Sir, spare your threats! But what comes from myself, it shall scarce boot me The bug, which you would fright me with, I seek. To say, Not guilty ; mine integrity
To me cau life be no commodity : Being counted falsehood, shall, as I express it, The crown and comfort of my life, your favour, Be so receiv'd, But thus, “If powers divine
I do give lost; for I do feel it gone, Behold our human actions, (as they do,)
But know not, how it went. My second joy, I doubt not then, but innocence shall make
And first-fruits of my body, from his presence False accusation blush, and tyranny
I am barr’d, like one infectious. My third comfort Tremble at patience. --- You, my lord, best know, Starr'd most unluckily, is from my breast,
The innocent milk in its most innocent mouth, To bloody thonghts and to revenge, I chose
Camillo for the minister, to poison
My swift command, though I with death, and with Hereto this place, i'the open air, before
Reward, did threaten and encourage him, I have got strength of limit. Now, my liege,
Not doing it, and being done: he, most humane, Tell me, what blessings I have here alive,
And fill'd with honour, to my kingly guest That I should fear to die? Therefore, proceed! Unclasp'd my practice, quit his fortunes here, But yet hear this; mistake me not!-- No! life, Which you knew great, and to the certain hazard I prize it not a straw: - but for mine honour,
Of all uncertainties himself commended, (Which I would free,) if I shall be condemn'd No richer, than his honour. How he glisters Upon surmises, all proofs sleeping else,
Thorough my rust! and how his piety But what your jealousies awake, I tell you,
Does my deeds make the blacker! 'Tis rigour, and not law. - Your honours all,
Re-enter PaulisA. I do refer me to the oracle;
Paul. Woe the while! Apollo be my judge!
0, cut my lace, lest my heart, cracking it, i Lord. This your request
Break too! Is altogether just: therefore, bring forth
1 Lord. What fit is this, good lady? And in Apollo's name, his oracle!
Paul. What studied torments, tyrant, hast for me? [Exeunt certain Officers. What wheels? racks? fires? What flaying? boiling, Her. The emperor of Russia was my father : In leads, or oils? what old, or newer torture O, that he were alive, and here beholding
Must I receive; whose every
word deserves His daughter's trial! that he did but see
To taste of thy most worst? Thy tyranny The flatness of my misery; yet with eyes
Together working with thy jealousies, --Of pity, not revenge!
Fancies too weak for boys, too green and idle Re-enter Officers, with Cleomenes and Dior. For girls of nine! — o, think, what they have done, Offi. You here shall swear upon this sword of justice, And then run mad, indeed ; stark mad! for all That you, Cleomenes and Dion, have,
Thy by-gone fooleries were but spices of it. Been both at Delphos, and from thence have brought That thou betray'dst Polixenes, 'twas nothing; This seal'd-up oracle, by the hand deliver'd
That did bnt show thee, of a fool, inconstant, Of great Apollo's priest: and that, since then, And damnable ungrateful: nor was't much, You have not dar'd to break the holy seal,
Thou would'st have poison'd good Camillo's honour, Nor read the secrets in't.
To have him killa king; poor trespasses, Cleo. Dion. All this we swear.
More monstrous standing by! whereof I reckon Leon. Break up the seals, and read!
The casting forth to crows thy baby daughter, Offi. [Reads.] Hermione is chaste, Polixenes blame- To be or none, or little; though a devil less, Camillo a true subject, Leontes a jealous ty- Would have shed water out of fire, ere don't: rant, his innocent babe truly begotten; and the king Nor is’t directly laid to thee, the death shall live without an heir, if that, which is lost, be or the young prince; whose honourable thonghts not found.
(Thoughts high for one so tender) cleft the heart Lords. Now blessed be the great Apollo!
That could conceive, a cross and foolish sire Her. Praised!
Blemislı'd his gracious dam: this is not, no, Leon, Hast thon read truth?
Laid to thy answer: but the last, – 0, lords, Offi. Ay, my lord; even so,
When I have said, cry, woe! - the queen, the queen, As it is here set down.
The sweetest, dearest, creature's dead; and vengeance Leon. There is no truth at alli'the oracle:
fort The sessions shall proceed ; this is mere falsehood. Not dropp'd down yet. Enter a Servant, hastily.
1 Lord. The higher powers forbid ! Serv. My lord the king, the king!
Puul. I say, she's dead; I'll swear't: if word, nor oath Leon. What is the business?
Prevail not, go and see! If you can bring Serv. O sir, I shall be hated to reportit:
Tincture, or lustre, in her lip, her eye, The prince your son, with mere conceit and fear Heat outwardly, or breath within, I'll serve yon, Of the queen's speed, is gone.
As I would do the gods. — But, O thou tyrant! Leon. How! gone?
Do not repent these things ! for they are heavier, Sery. Is dead.
Than all thy woes can stir. Therefore betake thee Leon. Apollo's angry, and the heavens themselves To nothing but despair ! A thousand knees, Do strike at my injustice. (Hermione faints.] How Ten thousand years together, naked, fasting, now there?
Upon a barren mountain, and still winter Paul. This news is mortal to the queen. - Look In storm perpetual, could not move the gods down,
To look that way thou wert. And see what death is doing!
Leon. Go on, go on! Leon. Take her hence;
Thou canst not speak too much; I have desery'd Her heart is but o'erchargd; she will recover, I have too much believ'd mine own suspicion:
All tongues to talk their bitterest.
1 Lord. Say no more! 'Beseech you, tenderly apply to her Some remedies for life! - Apollo, pardon
Howe'er the business goes, you have made fault
l'the boldness of your speech, [Exeunt Paulina and Ladies, with Herm. Paul. lam sorry fort; My great profaneness 'gainst thine oracle ! I'll reconcile me to Polixenes,
All faults I make, when I shall come to know them, New woo my queen, recal the good Camillo,
I do repent. Alas, I have show'd too much
The rashness of a woman: he is touch'd
To the noble heart. - What's gone, and what's past
Should be past grief. Do not receive affliction, Of king Polixenes, it should here be laid,
ning, I At my petition, I beseechi you; rather Either for life, or death, upon the earth
od the Let me be punish’d, that have minded you
Ofits right father. — Blossom, speed thee well!
(Laying down the child.
There lie, and there thy character, there these,
[Laying down a bundle. 0.. Yo I'll speak of her no more, nor of your children; Which may, if fortune please, both breed thee, pretty, we forgi I'll not remember you of my own lord,
And still rest thine. The storm begins :-poor
That, for thy mother's fault, art thus expos'd
To loss, and what may follow! - Weep I cannot,
The day frowns more and more; thou art like to have
The heavens so dim by day. A savage clamour ? - teeth
Wellmay I get aboard !-- This is the chace ;
Enter an old Shepherd.
Shep. I would, there were no age between ten and
three-and-twenty; or that youth would sleep out the
[Exeunt. rest : furthere is nothing in the between but getting
wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing,
Enter Antigonts, with the child; and a Mariner. boiled brains of nineteen, and two-and-twenty, hunt
sheep; which, I fear, the wolf will sooner find, than
the master: if any where I have them, 'tis by the sea-
side, browzing on ivy. Good luck, an't be thy will!
some scape: though I am not bookish, yet I can read
some stair-work,some trunk-work, some behind-door-
work: they were warmer, that got this, than the poor
What ailest thou, man?
[Exit. Clo. I have seen two such sights, by sea, and by land; Ant. Come, poor babe!
- but I am not to say, it is a sea, forit is now the sky;
Clo. I would, you did but see, how it chafes, how it
point. O, the most piteous cry of the poor souls! someSo fill'd, and so becoming: in pure white robes, . times to see'em, and not to see'em: now the ship Like very sanctity, she did approach
boring the moon with her main-mast; and anon swalMy cabin, where Ilay: thrice bow'd before me, lowed with yest and froth, as you'd trust a cork into a And, gasping to begin some speech, her eyes
hogs-head. And then for the land service, - to see Became two spouts: the fury spent, anon
how the bear tore out his shoulder-bone; how he cried Did this break from her: Good Antigonus,
lo me for help, and said, his name was Antigonus, a Since fate, against thy better disposition,
nobleman! But to make an end of the ship :-to see Hath made the person for the thrower-out
how the sea flap-dragoned it:- but, first, how the of my poor babe, according to thine oath,
poor souls roared, and the sea mocked them; - and Places remote enough are in Bohemia,
how the poor gentleman roared, and the bear mocked There weep, and leave it crying; and, for the babe him, both roaring louder, than the sea, or weather. Is counted lost forever, Perdita,
Shep. 'Name of mercy, when was this, boy?
sights: the men are not yet cold under water, nor the
Shep. Would I had been by, to have helped the ol I did in time collect myself, and thought
man ! This was so, and no slumber. Dreams are toys : Clo. I would, you had been by the ship side, to ha Yet, for this once, yea, superstitiously,
helped her; there your charity would have lack I will be squar'd by this. I do believe,
[Asie Hermione hath soffer's death; and that
Shep. Heavy matters ! heavy matters! but look th Apollo would, this being indeed the issue
here, boy! Now bless thyself; thou met'st with thi
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