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That I should fear to die? Therefore, proceed.
This your request
[Exeunt certain Officers.
Re-enter Officers, with Cleomenes and Dion. 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 deliverid Of great Apollo's priest; and that, since then, You have not dar'd to break the holy seal, Nor read the secrets in't. Cleo. Diun.
All this we swear. Leon. Break up the seals, and read.
Offi. [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!' 10'
Ay, my lord; even so As it is here set down.
Leon. There is no truth at all i'the oracle: 1. The sessions shall proceed; this is mere falsehood.
Enter a Servant, hastily: " ;
17? What is the business? Ser. 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.
selves Do strike at my injustice. [Hermione faints. ] How
now there? Paul. This news is mortal to the queen: ---Look down,
، 3 ) . And see what death is doing. '11 Leon.
Take her hence:
[Exeunt Paulina and ladies, with Hermione.
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 fill’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 Does my deeds make the blacker!
Woe the while!
i Lord. What fit is this, good lady?
Fancies too weak for boys, too green and idle
geance for t
Not dropp'd down yet.' 1 Lord.
The higher powers forbid ! Paul. I say, she's dead; I'll swear't: if word, nor oath,
;1,6 S, IDril! Prevail not, go and see: 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!»11 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
Go on, go on:', .'
Say no more;
I am sorry for't;
help, Should be past grief: Do not receive affliction At my petition, I beseech you; rather Let me be punish’d, 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
my own lord,
Thou didst speak but well,