That any of these bolder vices wanted Less impudence to gainsay what they did, Her... Though 'tis a saying, sir, not due to me. That's true enough; More than mistress of, Leon. You will not own it. Her. Which comes to me in name of fault, I must not To you, and toward your friend; whose love had spoke, Even since it could speak, from an infant, freely, I know not how it tastes; though it be dish'd Is, that Camillo was an honest man; And, why he left your court, the gods themselves, 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, You speak a language that I understand not: Your actions are my dreams; Leon. And I but dream'd it: - 4 As you were past all shame, (Those of your fact are so,) so past all truth: Which to deny, concerns more than avails: For as 3 Is within the reach. 4 They who have donc like you, Thy brat hath been cast out, like to itself, Her. 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, presence, 1 Lord. Your honours all, This your request Is altogether just therefore, bring forth, [Exeunt certain Officers. si. e. The degree of strength which it is customary to acquire before women are suffered to go abroad after childbearing. Her. The emperor of Russia was my father: Re-enter Officers with CLEOMENES and DION. Off. You here shall swear upon this sword of justice, That you, Cleomenes and Dion, have Been both at Delphos; and from thence have brought Cleo. Dion. 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! 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 Şervant, hastily. Serv. My lord the king, the king!— Leon. What is the business? Serv. O sir, I shall be hated to report it: The prince your son, with mere conceit and fear Of the queen's speed, is gone. 6 of the event of the queen's trial. Do strike at my injustice. [HERMIONE faints.] How now there? 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. Some remedies for life. Apollo, pardon [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, No richer than his honour: How he glisters Paul. Re-enter PAULINA, 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, Fancies too weak for boys, too green and idle Of the young prince; whose honourable thoughts 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 |