Thou wouldst have poison'd good Camillo's honour, 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 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 sweet'st, dear'st creature's dead, and vengeance for 't Not dropp'd down yet. First 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. Leon. Go on, go on : Thou canst not speak too much; I have de served 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 : I'll not remember you of my own lord, Thou didst speak but well Leon. When most the truth; which I receive much better Than to be pitied of thee. Prithee, bring me To the dead bodies of my queen and son : Shall be my recreation: so long as nature I daily vow to use it. Come and lead me [exeunt. SCENE III. Bohemia. A desert country near the sea. Enter ANTIGONUS with a Child, and a Mariner. 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 con science, The heavens with that we have in hand are angry And frown upon 's. 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. I have heard, but not believed, the spirits o’ 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, Ana, gasping to begin speech, her eyes Became two spouts: the fury spent, anon |