The bug, which you would fright me with, I seek. The crown and comfort of my life, your favour, But know not how it went: My second joy, 2 Starr'd most unluckily, is from my breast, 3 The innocent milk in its most innocent mouth, This your request Is altogether just: therefore, bring forth, [Exeunt certain Officers 2 Starr'd most unluckily,] i. e. born under an inauspicious planet. 3 strength of limit.] Strength to pass the limits of the child-bed chamber. The flatness of my misery; 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 brought This seal'd-up oracle, by the hand deliver'd Cleo. Dion. All this we swear. Leon. Break up the seals, and read. 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 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 fląt I am laid by my calamity. JOHNSON. 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, Reward, did threaten and encourage him, 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 Paul. Re-enter PAULINA. Woe the while! O, cut my lace; lest my heart, cracking it, 1 Lord. What fit is this, good lady? Paul. What studied torments, tyrant, hast for me? What wheels? racks? fires? What flaying? boiling, To have him kill a king; poor trespasses, 7 Does my deeds make the blacker!] This vehement retraction of Leontes, accompanied with the confession of more crimes than he was suspected of, is agreeable to our daily experience of the vicissitudes of violent tempers, and the eruptions of minds oppressed with guilt. JOHNSON. 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 seems to have forgotten this. Would have shed water out of fire, ere don't :* Of the young prince; whose honourable thoughts heart That could conceive, a gross and foolish sire queen, The sweetest, dearest, geance for't Not dropp'd down yet. 1 Lord. creature's dead; and ven 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 Leon. 1 Lord... Say no more; Howe'er the business goes, you have made fault 8 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. |