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Her. Who is't, that goes with me?—'Beseech your Leon.
How could that be? highness,
Either thou art most ignorant by age, My women may be with me ; for, you see,
Or thou wert born a fool. Camillo's flight, My plight requires it. Do not weer, good fools; Added to their familiarity, There is no cause : when you shall know, your mis- (Which was as gross as ever touch'd conjecture, tress
That lack'd sight only, nought for approbation, Has deserv'd prison; then abound in tears,
But only seeing, all other circumstances As I come out: this action, I now go on,
Made up to the deed,) doth push on this proceeding Is for my better grace.-Adicu, my lord ;
Yet, for a greater confirmation, I never wish'd to see you sorry; now,
(For, in an act of this importance, 'twere I trust, I shall. --My women, come; you have Most piteous to be wild,) I have dispatch'd in post, leave.
To sacred Delphos, to Apollo's temple, Leon. Go, do our bidding; hence
Cleomenes and Dion, whom you know [Ereunt Queen and Ladies. Of stuff?d sufficiency: Now, from the oracle 1 Lord. 'Beseech you highness, call the queen They will bring all, whose spiritual counsel had, again.
Shall stop, or spur me.
Have I done well ? Ant. Be certain what you do, sir ; lest your justice 1 Lord. Well done, my lord. Prove violence: in the which three great ones suffer, Leon. Though I am satisfied, and need no more Yourself, your queen, your son.
Than what I know, yet shall the oracle 1 Lord.
For lier, my lord, - Give rest to the minds of others; such as he, I dare my life lay down, and will do't, sir,
Whose ignorant credulity will not Please you to accept it, that the queen is spotless Come up to the truth: So have we thought it good, l' the eyes of heaven, and to you;
From our free person she should be contin'd: In this which you accuse her.
Lest that the treachery of the two, fled hence, Ant.
If it prove
Be left her to perform. Come, follow us ;
If the good truth were known.
[Ereunt. Ay, every dram of woman's flesh, is false, If she be.
SCENE II. The same. Leon. Hold your peaces.
The outer Room of u
Prison. 1 Lord.
Good my lord, Ant. It is for you we speak, not for ourselves : You are abus'd, and by some putter-on,
Enter PAULINA and Attendants. That will be damn’d for't; would I knew the villain, I would land-damn him: Be she honour-flaw'd, Paul. The keeper of the prison, -call to him ; I have three daughters; the eldest is eleven;
(Erit an Attendant
Re-enter Attendant, with the Keeper.
Cease; no more. You know me, do you not ?
For a worthy lady, As is a dead man's nose : I see't, and feel't, And one whom much I hononr. As you feel doing thus; and see withal
Pray you then, The instruments that feel.
Conduct me to the queen.
Keep. I may not, madam; to the contrary
I have express commandment. There's not a grain of it, the face to sweeten
Here's ado, Of the whole dungy earth.
To lock up honesty and honour from Leon.
What! lack I credit ? The access of gentle visitors !—Is it lawful, ! Lord. I had rather you did lack, than I, my Pray you, to see her women ? any of them? lord,
I pray now, call her.
[Ecount Attend. Our forceful instigation ? Our prerogative
And, madam, Calls not your counsels ; but our natural goodness I must be present at your conference. Imparts this: which—if you (or stupified,
Paul. Well, be it so, pr’ythee. (Exit Keeper
Re-enter Keeper, with Emilia.
Dear gentlewoman, how fares our gracious lady ? You had only in your silent judgment tried it, Emil, as well as one so great, and so forlorn, Tithout more overturs.
May hold together : on her frights, and griefs,
(Which never tender lady hath borne greater,) Fasten'd and fix'd the sh.ime on't in himself; She is, something before her time, deliver'd. Threw off his spirit, his appetite, his sleep, Paul. A boy?
And downright languish'd.-Leave me solely :Emil
A daughter; and a goodly babe, See how he fares. (Erit Attend.]—fye, fye! no Lusty, and like to live : the queen receives
thought of him; Much comfort in't: says, My poor prisoner, The very thought of my revenges that way I am innocent as you.
Recoil upon me: in himself too mighty: Paul.
I dare be sworn :- And in bis parties, his alliance, - let him be, These dangerous unsafe lunes o’er the king! be- Until a time may serve : for present vengeance, shrew them!
Take it on her. Camillo and Polixenes He must be told on't, and he shall : the office Laugh at me; make their pastime at my sorrow, Becomes a woman best; I'll take't upon me : They should not laugh, if I could reach them ; uor If I prove honey-mouth'd, let my tongue blister; Shall sbe, within my power. And never to my red-look'd anger be
Ente. PAULINA, with a Child. The trumpet any more :-Pray you, Emilia,
You must not enter. Commend my best obedience to the queen;
Paul. Nay, ruther, good my lords, be second to If she dares trust me with her little tabe, I'll show't the king, and undertake to be
Fear you his tyrannous passion more, alas, Her advocate to th' loudest: we do not know Than the queen’s life ? a gracious innocent soul; How he may soften at the sight o' the child; More free, than he is jealous. The silence often of pure innocence,
That's enough. Persuades, when speaking fails.
1st Attend. Madam, he hath not slept to-night; Emil. Most worthy madam,
commanded Your honour, and your goodness, is so evident, None should come at him. That your free undertaking cannct miss
Not so hot, good sir; A thriving issue; there is no lady living,
I come to bring him sleep. 'Tis such as you.
At each his needless heavings, such as you
Do come with words as med'cinal as true;
Honest, as either; to purge him of that humour, Lest she should be denied.
That presses him from sleep.
What noise there, ho ?
How ?Emil. Now be you blest for it!
Away with that audacious lady: Antigonus, I'll to the queen ; Please you, come soinething nearer. I charg'd thee, that she shuuld not come about me;
Keep. Madam, ift please the queen to send the babe, I knew, she would. I know not what I shall incur, to pass it,
I told her so, my lord, Having no warrant.
On your displeasure's peril, and on mine, Paul. You need not fear it, sir;
She should not visit you. The child was prisoner to the womb; and is,
What, canst not rule her ? By law and process of great nature, thence
Paul. From all dishonesty, he can: in this, Pree'd and enfranchis’d: not a party to
(Unless he take the course that you have done, Nor guilty of, the anger of the king;
Commit me, for committing honour,) trust it, If any be, the trespass of the queen
He shall not rule me. Keep. I do believe it.
Lo you now; you hear ! Paul.
Do not you fear: upon When she will take the rein, I let her run; Mine honour, I will stand 'twixt you and danger. But she'll not stumble.
Good my liege, I come,
And, I beseech you, hear me, who profess SCENE III.-The sume. A Room in the Palace.
Myself your loyal servant, your physician,
Your most obedient counsellor; yet that dare
Less appear so, in comforting your evils,
Paul. Good queen, my lord, good queen : I say, Is quite beyond mine arm, out of the blank
good queen; And level of my brain, plot-proof : but she And would by combat make her good, so were I I can hook to me: Say, that she were gone, A man, the worst about you. Given to the fire, a moiety of my rest
Force her hence. Might come to me again.- -Who's there?
Paul. Let him, that makes but trifles of his eyes, Ist. Atten.
My lord? (Advancing. First hand me : on mine own accord, I'll off; I eon. How does the boy?
But, first, I'll do my errand.--The good queen, I st. Atten.
He took good rest to-night; For she is good, hath brought you forth a daughter, 'Tis hop'd, his sickness is discharg'd.
Here 'tis ; commends it to your blessing. Leon,
(Laying down the Child. Leon.
Out' His nobleness ! Conceiving the dishonour of his mother,
A mankind witch! Hence with her, out o' duor He straight declin'd, droop'd, took it deeply, A most intelligencing bawd!
Not so .
Paul, I pray you, do not push me; I'll be goue. I am as ignorant in that, as you
Look to your babe, my lord; 'tis yours: Jove send her In so entitling me : and no less honest
A better guiding spirit !- What need these hands ?-Than you are mad; which is enough, I'll warrant, You, that are thus so tender o'er his follies, As this world goes, to pass for honest.
Will never do him good, not one of you. Leon.
Traitors! So, so :-Farewell ; we are gone. (Erit. Will you not push her out ? Give her the bastard Leon. Thou, traitor, hast set on thy wife to this.Thou, dotard, (to ANTIGONUS.] thou art woman- My child ? away with’t !—even thou, that hast tir’d, unroosted
A heart so tender o'er it, take it hence, By thy dame Partlet here,-take up the bastard ; And see it instantly consum'd with fire; Take't up, I say; give't to thy crone.
Even thou, and none but thou. Take it up straight Paul.
For ever Within this hour bring me word 'tis done, Unvenerable be thy hands, if thou
(And by good testimony,) or I'll seize thy life, Tak’st up the princess, by that forced baseness With what thou else call'st thine: If thou refuse, Which he has put upon 't!
And wilt encounter with my wrath, say so; Leon.
He dreads his wife. The bastard brains with these my proper hands Paul. So, I would, you did; then 'twere past all Shall I dash out. Go, take it to the fire ; doubt,
For thou sett'st on thy wife. You'd call your children yours.
I did not, sir Leon.
A nest of traitors! These lords, my nobie fellows, if they please, Ant. I am none, by this good light.
Can clear me in't. Paul.
Nor I; nor any,
We can, my royal liege, But one, that's here; and that's himself: for he He is not guilty of her coming hither. The sacred honour of himself, his queen's,
Leon. You are liars all. His hopeful son's, his babe's, betrays to slander, 1st Lord. 'Bescech your highness, give us better Whose sting is sharper than the sword's; and will not
credit; (For, as the case now stands, it is a curse
We have always truly serv'd you; and beseech He cannot be compellid to't,) once remove So to esteem of us : And on our knees we beg, The root of his opinion, which is rotten,
(As recompense of our dear services, As ever oak, or stone, was sound.
, and to come,) that you do change this purpose ; Leon.
Which, being so horrible, so bloody, must Of boundless tongue; who late hath beat her husband, Lead on to some foul issue : We all kneel. And now haits me !—This brat is none of mine; Leon. I am a feather for each wind that blows:It is the issue of Polixenes :
Shall I live on, to see this bastard kneel
Than curse it then. But, be it; let it live :
It shall not neither.-You, sir, come you hither; And, might we lay the old proverb to your charge,
[To ANTIGONUS So like you, 'tis the worse.—Behold, my lords, You, that have been so tenderly officious Although the print be little, the whole matter With lady Margery, your midwife, there, And copy of the father : eye, nose, lip,
To save this bastard's life: for 'tis a bastard, The trick of his frown, his forehead; nay, the valley, So sure as this beard's grey,—what will you adventure The pretty dimples of his chin, and cheek; his To save this brat's life? smiles ;
Any thing, my lord,
I'll pawn the little blood which I have left,
Leon. It shall be possible : Swear by this sword, Her children not her husband's !
Thou wilt perform my bidding.
A gross hag!
I will, my lord. Ana, lozel, thou art worthy to be hang'd,
Leon. Mark, and perform it; (seest thou?) foi That wilt not stay her tongue,
the fail Ant.
Hang all the husbands, of any point in't shall not only be That cannot do that feat, you'll leave yourself Death to thyself, but to thy lewd-tongu'd wife; Hardly one subject.
Whom, for this time, we pardon. We enjoin thee, Leon.
Once more, take her hence. As thou art liegeman to us, that thou carry
To some remote and desert place, quite out
Of our dominions; and that there thou leave it, Paul.
I care not; Without more mercy, to its own protection, It is heretic, that makes the fire,
And favour of the climate. As by strange fortune Not she, which burns in't. I'll not call you tyrant; It came to us, I do in justice charge thee, — But tbis most cruel usage of your queen
On thy soul's peril, and thy body's torture, (Not able to produce more accusation (savours That thou commend it strangely to some place, Than your own weak-hing'd fancy,) something Where chance may nurse, or end it: Take it up. Of tyranny, and will ignoble make you,
Ant. I swear to do this, though a prescut death Yea, scandalous to the world.
Had been more merciful.-Come on, poor babe : Leon.
On your allegiance, Some powerful spirit instruct the kites and ravens, Out of the chamber with her. Were I a tyrant, To be thy nurses! Wolves and bears, they say. Where were her life? she durst not call me so, Casting their savageness aside, have done if she did know me one. Away with her.
Like offices of pity.-Sir, be prosperous
in lawre than this deed doth require! and blessing, Leon. Read the indictment. Against this cruelty, fight on thy side,
Offi. Hermione, queen to the worthy Leontes, king Poor thing, condemn'd to loss ! [Erit, with the Child. of Sicilia, thou art here accused and arraigned of high Leon
No, I'll not rear treason, in committing adultery with Polixenes, kiny Another's issue.
of Bohemia; and conspiring with Camillo to take Ist Atten. Please your highness, posts, away the life of our sovereign lord the king, thy royal From those you sent to the oracle, are come husband : the pretence whereof being by circumstances An hour since: Cleomenes and Dion,
partly laid open, thou, Hermione, contrary to the faith Being well arriv'd from Delphos, are both landed, and allegiance of a true subject, didst counsel and aid Hasting to the court.
them, for their better safety, to fly away by night. Ist Lord.
So please you, sir, their speed Her. Since what I am to say, must be but that Hath been beyond account.
Which contradicts my accusation; and Leon.
Twenty-three days The testimony on my part, no other
To say, Not Guilty; mine integrity,
Be so receiv'd. But thus,- If powers divine
Behold our human actions, (as they do,) Been publicly accused, so shall she have
I doubt not then, but innocence shall make A just and open trial. While she lives,
False accusation blush, and tyranny My heart will be a burden to me.
Tremble at patience.-You, my lord, best know And think upon my bidding.
(Exeunt. (Who least will seem to do so,) my past life
Hath been as continent, as chaste, as true,
As I am now unhappy; which is more
Than history can pattern, though devis’d,
And play'd, to take spectators: For behold me,
A fellow of the royal bed, which owe
A moiety of the throne, a great king's daughter
Who please to come and hear. For life, I prize it, Dion.
I shall report,
As I weigh grief, which I would spare : for honour, For most it caught me, the celestial habits,
'Tis a derivative from me to mine, (Methinks, I so should term them,) and the reverence And only that I stand for. I appeal Of the grave wearers. O, the sacrifice !
To your own conscience, sir, before Polixenes How ceremonious, solemn, and unearthly
Came to your court, how I was in your grace,
How merited to be so; since he came,
With what encounter so uncurrent I
Have strain'd, to appear thus : if one jot beyond Kin to Jove's thunder, so surpriz'd my sense, The bound of honour; or, in act, or will, That I was pothing.
That way inclining; harden'd be the hearts
If the event o' the journey Of all that hear me, and my near’st of kin
I ne'er heard yet, The time is worth the use on't.
That any of these bolder vices wanted
Great Apollo, Less impudence to gainsay what they did,
That's true enough ; I little like.
Though 'tis a saying, sir, not due to me. Dion. The violent carriage of it
Leon. You will not own it. Will clear, or end, the business: When the oracle, Her.
More than mistress of, (Thus by Apollo's great divine seal'd up,)
Which comes to me in name of fault, I must not Shall the contents discover, something rare, At all acknowledge. For Polixenes, Even then will rush to knowledge. -Go,-fresh (With whom I am accus'd,) I do confess horses ;
I lov'd him, as in honour he requir'd; , And gracious be the issue !
[Exeunt. With such a kind of love, as might become SCENE II.-The same. A Court of Justice.
A lady like me; with a love, even such,
So, and no other, as yourself commanded: LEONTES, Lords, and Officers, uppear properly seated. Which not to have done, I think, had been in me Leon. This sessions (to our great grief, we pro- Both disobedience and ingratitude, (spoke, nounce,)
To you, and toward your friend; whose love had Even pushes 'gainst our heart: The party tried, Even since it could speak, from an infant, freely, The daughter of a king; our wife; and one That it was yours. Now, for conspiracy, Of us too much belov'd.-Let us be clear'd
I know not how it tastes; though it be dish'd Of being tyrannous, since we so openly
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.
And, why he left your court, the gods themselves, Produce the prisoner.
Wotting no more than I, are ignorant. Offi. It is his highness' pleasure, that the queen Leon. You knew of his departure, as you know Appear in person here in court.-Silence !
What you have underta'en to do in his absence. ¡HERMIONE is brought in, guarded; PAULINA and Her. Sir, Ladies, ullending.)
You speak a lauguage that I understand not:
My life stanrls in the level of your dreams,
Enter a Servant, hastily.
Serv. My lord the king, the king!
What is the business? You had a bastard by Polixenes,
Serv. O, sir, I shall be hated to report it: And I but dream'd it :-As you were past all shame, The prince your son, with mere conceit and fear (Those of your fact are so,) so past a!I truth : Of the queen's speed, is gone. Which to deny, concerns more than avails :
How! gone? Serv.
Is dead. Thy brat hath been cast out, like to itself,
Leon. Apollo's angry; and the heavens themselves No father owning it, (which is, indeed,
Do strike at my injustice. (HERMIONE faints.] How More criminal in thee, than it,) so thou
(dowu, Shalt feel our justice; in whose easiest passage, Paul. This news is mortal to the queen :-Look Look for no less than death.
And see what death is doing.
Take her hence : The bug, which you would fright me with, I seek. Her heart is but o'ercharg’d; she will recover.-To me can life be no commodity :
I have too much believ'd my own suspicion :-
Some remedies for life.- Apollo, pardon
(Exeunt Paulina and Ladies, with Herm. And first-fruits of my body, from his presence, My great profaneness 'gainst thine oracle :I am barr’d, like one infectious : My third comfort, I'll reconcile me to Polixenes; Starr'd most unluckily, is from my breast,
New woo my queen ; recal the good Camillo; The innocent milk in its most innocent mouth, Whom I proclaim a man of truth, of mercy: Haled out to murder: Myself on every post For, being transported by my jealousies Proclaim'd a strumpet; with immodest hatred, To bloody thoughts and to revenge, I chose The child-bed privilege denied, which 'longs Camillo for the minister, to poison To women of all fashion :-Lastly, hurried My friend Polixenes : which had been done, Here to this place, i' the open air, before
But that the good mind of Camillo tardied I have got strength of limit. Now, my liege, My swift command, though I with death, and with Tell me what blessings I have here alive,
Reward, did threaten and encourage him, That I should fear to die? Therefore, proceerd. Not doing it, and being done : he, most humane, But yet hear this; mistake me not;-No! life, And fill'd with honour, to my kingly guest I prize it not a straw :—but for mine honour, Unclasp'd my practice; quit his fortunes here, (Which I would free,) if I shall be condemn'd Which you knew great; and to the certain hazard Upon surmises; all proofs sleeping else,
Of all incertainties himself commended, But what your jealousies awake; I tell you No richer than his honour :-How he glisters 'Tis rigour, and not law.-Your honours all, Thorough my rust! and how his piety í do refer me to the oracle ?
Does my deeds make the blacker?
Woe the while Is altogether just: therefore, bring forth,
0, cut my lace ; lest my heart, cracking it, And in Apollo's name, his oracle.
Break too! (Exeunt certain Officers. 1st. Lord. What fit is this, good lady ? Her. The emperor of Russia was my father : Paul, What studied torments, tyrant, hast for me? O, that he were alive, and here beholding
What wheels? racks? fires? What flaying? boiling, His daughter's trial! that he did but see
In leads, or oils ? what old, or newer torture The flatness of my misery; yet with eyes
Must I receive; whose every word deserves Of pity, not revenge!
To taste of thy most worst? Thy tyranny Re-enter Officers, with CLEOMENES and Dion.
Together working with thy jealousies,
Fancies too weak for boys, too green and idle Offi. You here shall swear upon this sword of For girls of nine !-0, think, what they have done, 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 but shew thee, of a fool, inconstant, Of great Apollo's priest; and that, since then And damnable ungrateful: nor was't much, You have not dard to break the holy scal,
Thou would'st have poisoned good Camillo's honour, Nor read the secrets in't.
To have bim kill a king ; poor trespasses, Cleo. Dion.
All this we swear. More monstrous standing by: whereof I reckun Leon. Break up the seals, and read
The casting forth to crows thy baby daughter, Offi
. [Reads. Hermione is chaste, Polixenes To be or none, or little; though a devil blameless, Camillo a true subject, Leontes a jealous Would have shed water out of fire, ere don't : tyrant, his innocent babe truly begotten; and the Nor is't directly laid to thee, the death king shall live without an heir, if that, which is lost, be of the young prince; whose honourable thoughts not found.
(Thoughts high for one so tender,) cleft the heart Lords. Now blessed be the great Apollo ! That could conceive, a gross and foolish sire Hp.
Praised! Blemish'd his gracious dam: this is not, no, Lim. Hast thou read truth?
Laid to thy answer: But the last, -0, lords, Ofn.
Ay, my lord: even so when I have said, cry, woe!--the queen, the queer, "As it is here set down.
The sweetest, dearest, creature's dead; and rea Leon. There is no truth ai all i' the oracle:
geance for't The sessions shall proceed; this is mere falsehood. Not dropp'd down yet.