To bloody thoughts and to revenge, I chose My friend Polixenes: which had been done, Reward, did threaten and encourage him, mane, And fill'd with honour, to my kingly guest No richer than his honour: How he glisters Re-enter PAULINA. Paul. 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? In leads, or oils? what old, or newer torture done, And then run mad, indeed; stark mad! for all Thy by-gone fooleries were but spices of it. That thou betray'dst Polixenes, 'twas nothing; That did but show thee, of a fool, inconstant, And damnable ungrateful; nor was't much, Thou would'st have poison'd good Camillo's ho. nour, To have him kill a king; poor trespasses, (Thoughts high for one so tender) cleft the heart, That could conceive, a grofs 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 sweetest, dearest, creature's dead; and vengeance for't Not dropp'd down yet. 1. Lord. The higher powers forbid! Paul. I say, she's dead; I'll swear't: if word, Prevail not, go and see: if you can bring Heat outwardly, or breath within, I'll serve To nothing but despair. A thousand knees, To look that way thou wert. Leon. Go on, go on: Thou canst not speak too much; serv'd All tongues to talk their bitterest. 1. Lord. Say no more; I have de Howe'er the business goes, you have made fault I'the boldness of your speech. Paul. I am sorry for't; All faults I make, when I shall come to know them, I do repent: Alas, I have shew'd too much To the noble heart What's past help, gone, and what's Should be past grief: Do not receive affliction Let me be punish'd, that have minded you liege, Sir, royal sir, forgive a foolish woman; again! lo, fool I'll speak of her no more, nor of your children; Leon. Thou didst speak but well, When most the truth; which I receive much better Than to be pitied of thee. Pr'ythee, bring me Will bear up with this exercise, so long, I daily vow to use it. Come, and lead me [Exeunt.] SCENE III. Bohemia. Adesert country near the sea. Enter ANTIGONUS, with the 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 Look to thy bark; I'll not be long, before I call upon thee. not Mar. Make your best haste; and go 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. Ant. Go thou away; I'll follow instantly.. Mar. I am glad at heart To be so rid o'the business. Ant. Come, poor babe: [Exit.] I have heard, (but not believ'd), the spirits of 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 walking. 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, My cabin where I lay: thrice bow'd before me; There weep, and leave it crying; and, for the babe Is counted lost for ever, Perdita, I pr'ythee, call't: for this ungentle business, I did in time collect myself; and thought There lie; and there thy character: there these; [laying down a bundle.] Which may, if fortune please, both breed thee, That, for thy mother's fault, art thus expos'd |