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, To say, "Not guilty:" mine integrity 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 strained to appear thus: if one jot beyond Leon. I ne'er heard yet, That any of these bolder vices wanted Her. That's true enough; Though 'tis a saying, sir, not due to me. (Those of your fact are so) so past all truth: Thy brat hath been cast out, like to itself, Her. Sir, spare your threats; 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, I prize it not a straw;-but, for mine honour, Apollo be my judge. Leon. Bring forth, And in Apollo's name, his oracle. Her. The Emperor of Russia was my father: Pho. You here shall swear upon this sword of That you, Cleomenes and Dion, have Been both at Delphos; and from thence have brought Nor read the secrets in't. Cleo. All this we swear. Leon. Break up the seals, and read. Pho. [Reads.] Hermione is chaste; Polixenes blameless; Camillo a true subject; Leontes' babe truly begotten; and the king shall live without an heir, if that which is lost, be not found. Paul. Now blessed be the great Apollo ! Her. Prais'd! Leon. Hast thou read truth ? Pho. Ay, my lord, even so As it is here set down. Leon. The session shall proceed; this is mere false hood. Enter EMILIA. Emil. My lord the king, the king! Leon. What is the business ? Emil. O sir, I shall be hated to report it: The prince your son, with mere conceit and fear Leon. How! dead? Her. [Fainting.] Oh! oh! oh!-my son!- :-Look Paul. This news is mortal to the queen: down, And see what death is doing. Leon. Take her hence; Her heart is but o'ercharg'd; she will recover.[HERMIONE is borne off by PAULINA, EMILIA, LAMIA, and HERO. The heavens themselves do strike at my injustice. I have too much believ'd mine own suspicion :'Beseech you, tenderly apply to her Some remedies for life.-Break up the court. [Trumpets sound.-Scene closes.] SCENE II. The KING'S Closet. Enter LEONTES, PHOсION, and THASIUS. Leon. Apollo, pardon My great profaneness 'gainst thine oracle! - New woo my queen; recall the good Camillo; My friend Polixenes : 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 uncertainties himself commended, PAULINA within. Paul. Woe the while! Leon. What fit is this, good lady? Enter PAULINA. Paul. What studied torments, tyrant, hast for me? What wheels, racks, fires ?— What old, or newer torture Must I receive? whose every word deserves And then run mad, indeed! stark mad! for all the queen, The sweetest, dearest, creature's dead; and vengeance for't Not dropp'd down yet. Leon. 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. Go on, go on; |