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Been both at Delphos; and from thence have brought
All this we swear.
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 !
Ay, my lord ; even so
Leon. There is no truth at all i'the oracle :
Enter a Servant, hastily.
What is the business?
How ! gone?
How now there?
9 Of the event of the Queen's trial.
Paul. This news is mortal to the queen :-Look
Take her hence :
[Exeunt PAULINA and Ladies, with HERM.
you knew great; and to the certain hazard Of all incertainties himself commended,9 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 crows 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 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, no,
1 i.e. A devil would have shed tears of pity, ere he would have perpetrated such an action.
Laid to thy answer : But the last,-0, lords,
queen, The sweetest, dearest, creature's dead; and ven
Not dropp'd down yet. 1 Lord.
The higher powers forbid? Paul. I say, she's dead; I'll swear't: if word, nor
Prevail not, go and see: if you can bring
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
my own lord,
Thou didst speak but well,
grave shall be for both; upon them shall The causes of their death appear, unto Our shame perpetual : Once a day I'll visit The chapel where they lie; and tears, shed there, Shall be my recreation : So long as Nature will bear up with this exercise, So long I daily vow to use it. Come, And lead me to these sorrows.
Bohemia. A desert Country near the Sea.
Enter ANTIGONUS, with the Child; and a Mariner. Ant. Thou art perfecta then, our ship hath touch'd
upon The deserts of Bohemia? Mar.
Ay, my lord; and fear