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The bug, which you would fright me with, I seek.
This your request
[Exeunt certain Officers Her. The emperor of Russia was my father : 0, that he were alive, and here beholding His daughter's trial! that he did but see
* Starr'd most unluckily,] i. e. born under an inauspicious planet.
- strength of limit.] Strength to pass the limits of the child-bed chamber.
The flatness of my misery;4 yet with eyes
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
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!
Ay, my lord; even so As it is here set down.
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: The prince your son, with mere conceit and fear
* The flatness of my misery;] That is, how low, how flat I am laid by my calamity. Johnson.
Of the queen's speed,' is gone.
Is dead. Leon. Apollo's angry; and the heavens them
selves 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.I have too much believ'd inine own suspicion :'Beseech you, tenderly apply to her 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; 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, No richer than his honour:—How he glisters
Of the queen's speed,] Of the event of the queen's trial: so we still say, he sped well or ill. Johnson.
commended,] i. e, committed.
Thorough my rust! and how his piety
deeds make the blacker!?
Woe the while !
i Lord. What fit is this, good lady?
nour, 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
? Does my deeds make the blacker. This vehement retraction of Leontes, accompanied with the confession of more crimes than hie was suspected of, is agreeable to our daily experience of the vicissitudes of violent tempers, and the eruptions of minds oppressed with guilt. Johnson.
8 Thou would'st have poison'd good Camillo's honour,] How should Paulina know this ? No one had charged the King with this crime except himself, while Paulina was absent, attending on Hermione. The poet seerns to have forgotten this.
Would have shed water out of fire, ere don't :*
queen, The sweetest, dearest, creature's dead; and ven
Not dropp'd down yet. 1 Lord.
The higher powers forbid ! Paul. I say, she's dead: I'll swear't: if word,
Go on, go on:
Say no more; Howe'er the business goes, you have made fault I'the boldness of your speech.
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.