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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.
Her. Sir, -
Leon. - Your actions are my dreams;
Her. 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, I do give lost; for I do feel it gone, But know not how it went: My second joy, And first-fruits of my body, from his presence, I am barr'd, like one infectious: My third comfort, Starr'd most unluckily," is from my breast The innocent milk in its most innocent mouth, Haled out to murder: Myself on every post Proclaim'd a strumpet; With immodest hatred,
5 Is within the reach. * They who have done like you. 7 Ill-starred; born under an inauspicious planet.
The child-bed privilege denied, which longs
1 Lord. This your request
[Ereunt certain Officers.
Her. The emperor of Russia was my father:
Re-enter Officers with CleoMEN Es and Dion.
Offi. You here shall swear upon this sword of justice, That you, Cleomenes and Dion, have
“ i. e. The degree of strength which it is customary to
acquire before women are suffered to go abroad after childbearing.
Been both at Delphos; and from thence have brought
Cleo. Dion. All this we swear.
Leon. Break up the seals, and read.
Offi. [Reads.] Hermione is chaste, Polixenes blameless, Camillo a true subject, Leontes a jealoustyrant, 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!
Leon. Hast thou read truth?
Offi. Ay, my lord; even so As it is here set down.
Leon. There is no truth at all i'the oracle:
Enter a Servant, hastily.
Serv, My lord the king, the king!
Leon. What is the business :
Serv. Osir, I shall be hated to report it:
Leon. How ! gone?
Serv. Is dead.
Leon. Apollo's angry; and the heavens themselves Do strike at my injustice. [HERMIon E faints.]
How now there?
9 Of the event of the Queen's trial.
Paul. This news is mortal to the queen:—Look down, And see what death is doing. Leon. Take her hence: Her heart is but o'ercharg’d; she will recover.— I have too much believ'd mine own suspicion:'Beseech you, tenderly apply to her Some remedies for life.—Apollo, pardon [Ereunt PAULINA and Ladies, with HERM. 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,9 No richer than his honour:—How he glisters Thorough my rust! and how his piety Does my deeds make the blacker!
Paul. - 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 w Blemish’d his gracious dam: this is not, no,
" i.e. A devil would have shed tears of pity, ere he would have perpetrated such an action.