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, But know not how it went. My second joy, Apollo be my judge. 1 Lord. 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. Oh, that he were alive, and here beholding His daughter's trial! that he did but see The flatness of my misery; yet with eyes Of pity, not revenge! 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 Of great Apollo's priest; and that, since then, 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 jealous tyrunt, 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! Her. Praised! Ay, my lord; even so Leon. There is no truth at all i'the Oracle : The sessions shall proceed; this is mere falsehood. Enter a Servant, hastily. Serv. My lord the King, the King! Leon. What is the business? Serv. O sir, I shall be hated to report it: Leon. Serv. How! gone? Is dead. [HERMIONE faints. How now there? Leon. Apollo's angry; and the Heavens themselves Do strike at my injustice. 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.- [Exeunt 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; My friend Polixenes; which had been done, Not doing it, and being done. He, most humane, Paul. Re-enter PAULINA. Woe the while! Oh, cut my lace; lest my heart, cracking it, 1 Lord. What fit is this, good lady? Paul. What studied torments, tyrant, hast thou for me? What wheels? what racks? what fires? What flaying? boiling In leads or oils? what old, or newer torture That did but shew thee of a fool, inconstant, More monstrous standing by! whereof I reckon Of the young prince; whose honourable thoughts 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 Leon. 1 Lord. Say no more; Howe'er the business goes, you have made fault Paul. I am sorry for't; All faults I make, when I shall come to know them, To the noble heart.-What's gone, and what's past help, Should be past grief. Do not receive affliction Let me be punish'd, that have minded you Of what you should forget. Now, good my liege, The love I bore your Queen-lo, fool again!... Who is lost too. Take your patience to you, sir, And I'll say nothing. Leon. Thou didst speak but well, One grave shall be for both; upon them shall 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. [Exeunt. SCENE III. Bohemia. A desert Country near the Sea. Enter ANTIGONUS, with the Babe; and a Mariner. Antigonus. THOU art perfect then, is! HOU art perfect then, our ship hath touch'd upon Mar. 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, |