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,
Laid to thy answer: But the last,—O, lords,
When I have said, cry, woe!--the queen, the queen,
The sweetest, dearest, creature's dead; and ven-
geance 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
Tincture, or lustre, in her lip, her eye,
Heat outwardly, or breath within, I'll serve you
As I would do the gods.-But, O thou tyrant!
Do not repent these things; for they are heavier
Than all thy woes can stir: therefore betake thee
To nothing but despair. A thousand knees
Ten thousand years together, naked, fasting,
Upon a barren mountain, and still winter
In storm perpetual, could not move the gods
To look that way thou wert.

this crime except himself, while Paulina was absent, attending on Hermione. The poet seems to have forgotten this circumstance. MALONE.

though a devil

Would have shed water out of fire, ere don't :] i. e. a devil would have shed tears of pity o'er the damned, ere he would have committed such an action. STEEVENS.

LEON.

Go on, go on:

Thou canst not speak too much; I have deserv'd All tongues to talk their bitterest.

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 help,

Should be past grief: Do not receive affliction
At my petition, I beseech you; rather

Let me be punish'd, that have minded you
Of what you should forget. Now, good my liege,
Sir, royal sir, forgive a foolish woman:

The love I bore your queen,-lo, fool again!-
I'll speak of her no more, nor of your children;
I'll not remember you of my own lord,

Who is lost too: Take your patience to you,
And I'll say nothing.

LEON.

Thou didst speak but well, When most the truth; which I receive much better Than to be pitied of thee. Pr'ythee, bring me To the dead bodies of my queen, and son: One grave shall be for both; upon them shall The causes of their death appear, unto

I am sorry for't;] This is another instance of the sudden changes incident to vehement and ungovernable minds.

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what's past help,

JOHNSON.

Should be past grief:] So, in King Richard II:
"Things past redress, are now with me past care.”

STEEVENS.

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.

And lead me to these sorrows.

SCENE III.

Come,

[Exeunt.

Bohemia. A desert Country near the Sea.

Enter ANTIGONUS, with the Child; and a
Mariner.

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ANT. Thou art perfect then, our ship hath touch'd upon The deserts of Bohemia?

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, And frown upon us.

ANT. Their sacred wills be done!-Go, get aboard;

Look to thy bark; I'll not be long, before

I call upon thee.

MAR. Make your best haste; and go not Too far i'the land: 'tis like to be loud weather ; Besides, this place is famous for the creatures Of prey, that keep upon't.

Thou art perfect then,] Perfect is often used by Shakspeare for certain, well assured, or well informed. JOHNSON.

It is so used by almost all our ancient writers. STEEVENS.

I have heard, (but not believ'd,) the spirits of the

dead

May walk again: if such thing be, thy mother Appear'd to me last night; for ne'er was dream So like a waking. To me comes a creature, Sometimes her head on one side, some another; I never saw a vessel of like sorrow,

So fill'd, and so becoming: in pure white robes,
Like very sanctity, she did approach

My cabin where I lay: thrice bow'd before me;
And, gasping to begin some speech, her eyes
Became two spouts: the fury spent, anon
Did this break from her: Good Antigonus,
Since fate, against thy better disposition,
Hath made thy person for the thrower-out
Of my poor babe, according to thine oath,-
Places remote enough are in Bohemia,

There weep, and leave it crying; and, for the babe
Is counted lost for ever, Perdita,

I pr'ythee, call't: for this ungentle business,
Put on thee by my lord, thou neʼer shalt see
Thy wife Paulina more:-and so, with shrieks,
She melted into air. Affrighted much,
I did in time collect myself; and thought
This was so, and no slumber. Dreams are toys:
Yet, for this once, yea, superstitiously,
I will be squar'd by this. I do believe,
Hermione hath suffer'd death; and that
Apollo would, this being indeed the issue.
Of king Polixenes, it should here be laid,

Either for life, or death, upon the earth

Of its right father.-Blossom, speed thee well!

[Laying down the Child.

There lie; and there thy character: there these;

[Laying down a Bundle. please, both breed thee,

The storm begins:-Poor

That, for thy mother's fault, art thus expos'd To loss, and what may follow!-Weep I cannot, But my heart bleeds: and most accurs'd am I, To be by oath enjoin'd to this.-Farewell!

The day frowns more and more; thou art like to have

A lullaby too rough: I never saw

The heavens so dim by day. A savage clamour??——
Well may I get aboard!This is the chace;
I am gone for ever. [Exit, pursued by a Bear.

Enter an old Shepherd.

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!

thy character:] thy description; i. e. the writing afterwards discovered with Perdita. STEEVens.

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1 A lullaby too rough:] So, in Dorastus and Faunia: "Shall thy tender mouth, instead of sweet kisses, be nipped with bitter stormes? Shalt thou have the whistling winds for thy lullaby, and the salt sea-fome, instead of sweet milke?" MALONE.

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A savage clamour?] This clamour was the cry of the dogs and hunters; then seeing the bear, he cries, this is the chace, or, the animal pursued. JOHNSON.