Shall I dash out. Go, take it to the fire; Ant. I did not, sir: These lords, my noble fellows, if they please, 1 Lord. We can; my royal liege, He is not guilty of her coming hither. Leon. You are liars all. 1 Lord. 'Beseech your highness, give us better credit: We have always truly served you; and beseech So to esteem of us: And on our knees we beg, (As recompense of our dear services, Past, and to come,) that you do change this purpose; Which, being so horrible, so bloody, must Lead on to some foul issue: We all kucel. Leon. I am a feather for each wind that blows:- Than curse it then. But, be it; let it live: It shall not neither.-You, sir, come you hither; (To Antigonus.) You, that have been so tenderly officious Ant. Any thing, my lord, And nobleness impose; at least, thus much : Ant. Death to thyself, but to thy lewd-tongued wife; This female bastard hence; and that thou bear it [fail Ant. I swear to do this, though a present death In more than this deed doth require!—and blessing, Poor thing, condenin'd to loss! Leon. Another's issue. 1 Atten. [Exit, with the Child No, I'll not rear Please your highness, posts, From those you sent to the oracle, are come Being well arrived from Delphos, are both landed, 1 Lord. So please you, sir, their speed Hath been beyond account. Twenty-three days They have been absent: 'Tis good speed; foretels," The great Apollo suddenly will have The truth of this appear. Prepare you, lords; ACT III. Exeunt. SCENE 1. The same. A Street in some Town. Enter CLEOMENES and DION. Cleo. The climate's delicate; the air most sweet; Fertile the isle; the temple much surpassing The common praise it bears. Dion. I shall report, For most it caught me, the celestial habits, (Methinks, I so should term them,) and the reverence Of the grave wearers. O, the sacrifice! How ceremonious, solemn, and unearthly It was i' the offering! But, of all, the burst Cleo. Kin to Jove's thunder, so surprised my sense, Dion. i Cleo. Great Apollo, I little like. Dion. The violent carriage of it Will clear, or end, the business: When the oracle horses ; And gracious be the issue! Go, fresh [Exeunt, SCENE II.The same. A Court of Justice. LEONTES, Lords, and Officers, appear properly seated. Leon. This sessions (to our great grief, we pronounce,) Even pushes 'gainst our heart: The party tried, The daughter of a king; our wife; and one Of us too much beloved.-Let us be clear'd Of being tyrannous, since we so openly Proceed in justice, which shall have due course, Even to the guilt, or the purgation. Produce the prisoner. Off. It is his highness' pleasure, that the queen Appear in person here in court.-Silence! HERMIONE is brought in, guarded; PAULINA and Ladies, attending. Leon. Read the indictment. Off. Hermione, queen to the worthy Leontes, king of Sicilia, thou art here accused and arraigned of high reason, in committing adultery with Polixenes, king of Bohemia; and conspiring with Camillo to take away the life of our sovereign lord the king, thy royal husband: the pretence whereof being by circumstances partly laid open, thou, Hermione, contrary to the faith and allegiance of a true subject, didst counsel and aid them, for their better safety, to fly away by night. Her. Since what I am to say, must be but that Which contradicts my accusation; and The testimony on my part, no other But what comes from myself: it shall scarce boot me Being counted falsehood, shall, as I express it, I doubt not then, but innocence shall make Tremble at patience.-You, my lord, best know, A moiety of the throne, a great king's daughter, And only that I stand for. I appeal To your own conscience, sir, before Polixenes Have strain 'd, to appear thus: if one jot beyond That way inclining, harden'd be the hearts Leon. Her. That's true enough; More than mistress of, Though 'tis a saying, sir, not due to me. Her. Which comes to me in name of fault, I must not At all acknowledge. For Polixenes, (With whom I am accused,) I do confess, To you, and toward your friend; whose love had spoke, I know not how it tastes; though it be dish'd Is, that Camillo was an honest man; And, why he left your court, the gods themselves, Leon. You knew of his departure, as you know You speak a language that I understand not: Leon. Your actions are my dreams; You had a bastard by Polixenes, And I but dream'd it.-As you were past all shame, (Those of your fact are so,) so past all truth, Which to deny, concerns more than avails: For as Thy brat hath been cast out, like to itself, Shalt feel our justice; in whose easiest passage, lier. Sir, spare your threats; The bug, which you would fright me with, I seek. To me can life be no commodity: The crown and comfort of my life, your favour, I do give lost; for I do feel it gone, But know not how it went. My second joy, VOL. III. 3 |