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They should not laugh, if I could reach them; nor Shall she, within my power.
Enter PAULINA, with a Child. You must not enter. Paul. Nay, rather, good my lords, be second to
Fear you his tyrannous passion more, alas,
That's enough. 1 Attend. Madam, he hath not slept to-night; commanded
None should come at him.
Not so hot, good sir;
I come to bring him sleep.
Leon. What noise there, ho? Paul. No noise, my lord; but needful conference, About some gossips for your highness.
How? Away with that audacious lady: Antigonus, I charg'd thee, that she should not come about
I knew, she would.
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.
Thou, dotard, [to ANTIGONUS.] thou art woman. tir'd, unroosted
Than you are mad; which is enough, I'll warrant, As this world goes, to pass for honest.
Leon. Traitors! Will you not push her out? Give her the bastard
Of boundless tongue; who late hath beat her hus-
Hence with it; and, together with the dam,
It is yours;
And, might we lay the old proverb to your charge,
The trick of his frown, his forehead; nay, the valley, The pretty dimples of his chin, and cheek; his smiles;
The very mould and frame of hand, nail, finger:
The ordering of the mind too, 'mongst all colours
Leon. A gross hag!. And, lozel, thou art worthy to be hang'd, That wilt not stay her tongue.
Ant. Hang all the husbands, That cannot do that feat, you'll leave yourself Hardly one subject. Leon." Once more, take her hence. Paul. A most unworthy and unnatural lord Can do no more.
I'll have thee burn'd.
It is an heretick, that makes the fire,
I care not,
I'll not call you
But this most cruel usage of your queen (Not able to produce more accusation Than your own weak-hing'd fancy,) something
Of tyranny, and will ignoble make you, Yea, scandalous to the world.
Leon. On your allegiance, Out of the chamber with her. Were I a tyrant, Where were her life? she durst not call me so, If she did know me one. Away with her.
Paul. I pray you, do not push me; I'll be gone.
Look to your babe, my lord; 'tis yours: Jove send
A better guiding spirit!-What need these hands?—
Leon. Thou, traitor, hast set on thy wife to this.My child? away with't! —even thou, that hast A heart so tender o'er it, take it hence, And see it instantly consum'd with fire; Even thou, and none but thou.
Take it up
Within this hour bring me word 'tis done,
I did not, sir: These lords, my noble fellows, if they please, Can clear me in't.
1 Lord. We can, my royal liege, He is not guilty of her coming hither. Leon. You are liars all.
1 Lord. 'Beseech your highness, give us better
We have always truly serv'd you; and beseech
pose; 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: Shall I live on, to see this bastard kneel And call me father? Better burn it now, Than curse it then. But, be it; let it live: It shall not neither. — You, sir, come you hither; [To ANTIGONUS.
You, that have been so tenderly officious
To save this brat's life?
The same. A Street in some Town. Enter CLEOMENES and DION.
Cleo. The climate's delicate; the air most sweet; Fertile the isle; the temple much surpassing
The common praise it bears.
Of the grave wearers. O, the sacrifice! How ceremonious, solemn, and unearthly It was i'the offering!
But, of all, the burst
Dion. I shall report, For most it caught me, the celestial habits, (Methinks, I so should term them,) and the
Of any point in't shall not only be
Death to thyself, but to thy lewd-tongu'd wife;
Ant. I swear to do this, though a present death
Leon. Another's issue.
1 Atten. Please your highness, posts, From those you sent to the oracle, are come An hour since: Cleomenes and Dion,
[Exit, with the Child. No, I'll not rear
Being well arriv'd from Delphos, are both landed, Hasting to the court.
So please you, sir, their speed Hath been beyond account.
They have been absent: 'Tis good speed; foretels,
Leave me ;
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 nr.) Shall the contents discover, something rare,
Leon. This sessions (to our great grief, we pronounce,)
Even pushes 'gainst our heart: The party tried,
Even then will rush to knowledge. fresh horses;
And gracious be the issue!
Offi. It is his highness' pleasure, that the queen Appear in person here in court.
· Silence! HERMIONE is brought in, guarded; PAULINA and Ladies, attending. Leon. Read the indictment.
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 pretence 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.
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 ine 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,
A moiety of the throne, a great king's daughter,
To your own conscience, sir, before Polixenes
Leon. I ne'er heard yet, That any of these bolder vices wanted Less impudence to gainsay what they did, Than to perform it first.
Her. That's true enough; Though 'tis a saying, sir, not due to me. 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,
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,
I know not how it tastes; though it be dish'd
And, why he left your court, the gods themselves, Wotting no more than I, are ignorant.
Leon. You knew of his departure, as you know What you have underta'en to do in his absence.
You speak a language that I understand not: My life stands in the level of your dreams, Which I'll lay down.
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 fact are so,) so past all truth: Which to deny, concerns more than avails: For as
Thy brat hath been cast out, like to itself,
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,
But know not how it went: My second joy,
The innocent milk in its most innocent mouth,
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:
New woo my queen; recal the good Camillo ;
My friend Polixenes: which had been done,
No richer than his honour: How he glisters
Thorough my rust! and how his piety Does my deeds make the blacker!
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 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 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 cre thy baby daughter, To be or none, or little; though a devil Would have shed water out of fire, ere don't: Nor is't directly laid to thee, the death
queen, The sweetest, dearest, creature's dead; and vengeance 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,
Prevail not, go and see if you can bring
1 Lord. Say no more; Howe'er the business goes, you have made fault I'the boldness of your speech.
Paul. I am sorry for't; All faults I make, when I shall come to know them, 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
Who is lost too: Take your patience to you,
Bohemia. A desert Country
Enter ANTIGONUS, with the Child; and a Mariner.
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!
Mar. Make your best haste; and go not
Go thou away:
I am glad at heart
I'll follow instantly.
To be so rid o'the business.
[Eart. I have heard, (but not believ'd,) the spirits of the
Come, poor babe :
May walk again: if such thing be, thy mother
Either for life, or death, upon the earth
So fill'd, and so becoming in pure white robes,
I pr'ythee, call't: for this ungentle business,
Thy wife Paulina more :
That, for thy mother's fault, art thus expos'd
A lullaby toe rough: I never saw
Shep. I would, there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty; or that youth would sleep out the rest for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting. - Hark you now! Would any but these boiled brains of nineteen, and two-and-twenty, hunt this weather? They have Go, get scared away two of my best 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! what have we here? [Taking up the Child.] Mercy on's, a barne; a very pretty barne! A boy, or a child, I wonder? A pretty one; a very pretty one: Sure, some scape: though I am not bookish, yet I can read waiting-gentlewoman in the scape. This has been some stair-work, some trunk-work, some behind-door-work: they were warmer that got this, than the poor thing is here. I'll take it up for pity: yet I'll tarry till my son come; he hollaed but even Whoa, họ hoa
Clo. Hilloa, loa!
Shep. What, art so near? If thou'lt see a thing to talk on when thou art dead and rotten, come hither. What ailest thou, man?
Clo. I have seen two such sights, by sea, and by land; but I am not to say, it is a sea, for it is now the sky; betwixt the firmament and it, you cannot thrust a bodkin's point.
Shep. Why, boy, how is it?
Clo. I would, you did but see how it chafes, how it rages, how it takes up the shore! but that's not to the point! O, the most piteous cry of the poor souls! sometimes to see 'em, and not to see 'em now the ship boring the moon with her mainmast; and anon swallowed with yest and froth, as you'd thrust a cork into a hogshead. And then for the land service,-To see how the bear tore out his shoulder-bone; how he cried to me for help, and said, his name was Antigonus, a nobleman :-But to make an end of the ship: -to see how the sea flap-dragoned it: -but, first, how the poor souls roared, and the sea mocked them; and how the poor gentleman roared, and the bear mocked him, both roaring louder than the sea, or weather.
Shep. Name of mercy, when was this, boy? Clo. Now, now; I have not winked since I saw these sights: the men are not yet cold under water,