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Oh, that he were alive, and here beholding
Offi. You here fhall fwear upon the Sword of Juftice,
Been both at Delphos, and from thence have brought
Cleo. Dion. All this we fwear.
Leo. Break up the Seals, and read.
Offi. Hermione is chafte, Polixenes blameless, Camillo a true Subject, Leontes, a jealous Tyrant, his innocent babe truly begotten; and the King fhall live without an heir, if That, which is loft, be not found.
Lords. Now bleffed be the great Apollo!
Leo. Haft thou read truth?
Off. Ay, my lord, even fo as it is here fet down.
Ser. My lord the King, the King,
Leo. What is the bufinefs?
Ser. O Sir, I fhall be hated to report it.
The Prince your fon, with meer conceit and fear
Leo. How gone?
Ser. Is dead.
Leo. Apollo's angry, and the heav'ns themfelves Do ftrike at my injuftice.-How now, there?
Pau. This news is mortal to the Queen, look down,
And see what death is doing.
Leo. Take her hence;
Her heart is but o'er-charg'd; fhe will recover.
[Exeunt Paulina and ladies with Hermione.
I have too much believ'd mine own fufpicion :
New woo my Queen, recal the good Camillo;
To bloody thoughts and to revenge, I chofe
My friend Polixenes; which had been done,
No richer than his honour: how he glifters
Pau. Woe the while!
O, cut my lace, left my heart, cracking it,
Lord. What fit is this, good lady?
Pau. What ftudied torments, Tyrant, haft for me? What wheels? racks? fires? what flaying? boiling?
In leads, or oils ? what old, or newer, torture
Muft I receive? whofe every word deferves
That thou betray'dft Polixenes, 'twas nothing; (S)
When I have faid, cry, woe! the Queen, the Queen,The sweetest, deareft, creature's dead; and vengeance for't.
Not dropt down yet.
Lord. The higher Powers forbid !
Pau. I fay, the's dead, I'll fwear't: if word, nor oath,.
Heat outwardly, or breath within, I'll ferve you
(8) That thou betray'dft Polixenes, 'twas Nothing ;
And damnable ingrateful.] I haye ventur'd at a flight Alteration here, against the Authority of all the Copies. It is certainly too grofs and blunt in Paulina, tho' She might impeach the King of Focleries, in fome of his paft Actions and Conduct, to call him downright a Fool. And it is much more pardonable in her to arraign his Morals, and the Qualities of is Mind, than rudely to call him Idiot to his Face.
To look that way thou wert.
Leo. Go on, go on :
Thou canst not speak too much; I have deserv'd
Lord. Say no more;
Howe'er the bufiness goes, you have made fault
Pau. I am forry for❜t.
All faults I make, when I fhall come to know them,
The rafhnefs of a woman; he is touch'd
To th' noble heart. What's gone, and what's paft 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,
The love I bore your Queen-lo, fool again !-
your children: I'll not remember you of my own lord,
Who is loft too. Take you your patience to you,.
Leo. Thou didft fpeak but well,
When most the truth; which I receive much better
I daily vow to use it. Come, and lead me
SCENE changes to Bohemia. A defart Country ; the Sea at a little diftance.
Enter Antigonus with a Child, and a Mariner.
HOU art perfect then, our ship hath touch'd upon
The defarts of Bohemia ?
Mar. Ay, my lord; and fear,
We've landed in ill time; the skies look grimly,
Ant. Their facred wills be done! get thee aboard, Look to thy bark, I'll not be long before
I call upon thee.
Mar. Make your best hafte, and go not Too far i'th' land; 'tis like to be loud weather. Befides, this place is famous for the creatures Of prey, that keep upon't.
Ant. Go thou away.
I'll follow inftantly.
Mar. I'm glad at heart To be fo rid o' th' business.
Ant. Come, poor babe ;
I have heard, but not believ'd, the spirits of the dead
So fill'd, and fo becoming; in pure white robes,
My cabin where I lay; thrice bow'd before me,
Of my poor babe, according to thine oath,