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<h2>ACT III.</h2>   SCENE I.  Sicilia.  A Street in some Town.   <blockquote>[Enter CLEOMENES and DION.] </blockquote> CLEOMENES 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!   CLEOMENES                                   But of all, the burst And the ear-deaf'ning voice o' the oracle, Kin to Jove's thunder, so surprised my sense That I was nothing.   DION                                 If the event o' the journey Prove as successful to the queen,—O, be't so!— As it hath been to us rare, pleasant, speedy, The time is worth the use on't.   CLEOMENES                                                Great Apollo Turn all to th' best! These proclamations, So forcing faults upon Hermione, I little like.   DION                   The violent carriage of it Will clear or end the business: when the oracle,— Thus by Apollo's great divine seal'd up,— Shall the contents discover, something rare Even then will rush to knowledge.—Go,—fresh horses;— And gracious be the issue! <blockquote>[Exeunt.] </blockquote>           SCENE II.  The same.  A Court of Justice.   <blockquote>[Enter LEONTES, Lords, and Officers appear, properly seated.] </blockquote> LEONTES 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 belov'd. 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.   OFFICER It is his highness' pleasure that the queen Appear in person here in court.—   CRIER.                                                       Silence! <blockquote>[HERMIONE, is brought in guarded; PAULINA, and Ladies attending.] </blockquote> LEONTES Read the indictment.   OFFICER [Reads.] 'Hermione, queen to the worthy Leontes, king of Sicilia, thou art here accused and arraigned of high treason, 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 true subject, didst counsel and aid them, for their better safety, to fly away by night.'   HERMIONE 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, Be so receiv'd. But thus,—if powers divine Behold our human actions,—as they do,— I doubt not, then, but innocence shall make False accusation blush, and tyranny Tremble at patience.—You, my lord, best know,— Who least will seem to do so,—my past life Hath been as continent, as chaste, as true, As I am now unhappy: which is more Than history can pattern, though devis'd And play'd to take spectators; for behold me,— A fellow of the royal bed, which owe A moiety of the throne, a great king's daughter, The mother to a hopeful prince,—here standing To prate and talk for life and honour 'fore Who please to come and hear. For life, I prize it As I weigh grief, which I would spare: for honour, 'Tis a derivative from me to mine, And only that I stand for. I appeal To your own conscience, sir, before Polixenes Came to your court, how I was in your grace, How merited to be so; since he came, With what encounter so uncurrent I Have strain'd t' appear thus: if one jot beyond The bound of honour, or in act or will That way inclining, harden'd be the hearts Of all that hear me, and my near'st of kin Cry fie upon my grave!   LEONTES                                       I ne'er heard yet That any of these bolder vices wanted Less impudence to gainsay what they did Than to perform it first.   HERMIONE                                       That's true enough; Though 'tis a saying, sir, not due to me.   LEONTES You will not own it.   HERMIONE                                  More than mistress of Which comes to me in name of fault, I must not At all acknowledge. For Polixenes,— With whom I am accus'd,—I do confess I lov'd him, as in honour he requir'd; With such a kind of love as might become A lady like me; with a love even such, So and no other, as yourself commanded: Which not to have done, I think had been in me Both disobedience and ingratitude To you and toward your friend; whose love had spoke, Ever since it could speak, from an infant, freely, That it was yours. Now for conspiracy, I know not how it tastes; though it be dish'd For me to try how: all I know of it Is that Camillo was an honest man; And why he left your court, the gods themselves, Wotting no more than I, are ignorant.   LEONTES You knew of his departure, as you know What you have underta'en to do in 's absence.   HERMIONE Sir, You speak a language that I understand not: My life stands in the level of your dreams, Which I'll lay down.   LEONTES                                  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, No father owning it,—which is, indeed, More criminal in thee than it,—so thou Shalt feel our justice; in whose easiest passage Look for no less than death.   HERMIONE                                              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, And first-fruits of my body, from his presence I am barr'd, like one infectious: my third comfort, Starr'd most unluckily, is from my breast,— The innocent milk in its most innocent mouth,— Hal'd out to murder: myself on every post Proclaim'd a strumpet; with immodest hatred The child-bed privilege denied, which 'longs To women of all fashion; lastly, hurried Here to this place, i' the open air, before I have got strength of limit. Now, my liege, Tell me what blessings I have here alive, That I should fear to die. Therefore proceed. But yet hear this; mistake me not;—no life,— I prize it not a straw,—but for mine honour (Which I would free), if I shall be condemn'd Upon surmises—all proofs sleeping else, But what your jealousies awake—I tell you 'Tis rigour, and not law.—Your honours all, I do refer me to the oracle: Apollo be my judge!   FIRST LORD                                  This your request Is altogether just: therefore, bring forth, And in Apollo's name, his oracle: <blockquote>[Exeunt certain Officers.] </blockquote> HERMIONE The Emperor of Russia was my father; O that he were alive, and here beholding His daughter's trial! that he did but see The flatness of my misery; yet with eyes Of pity, not revenge! <blockquote>[Re-enter OFFICERS, with CLEOMENES and DION.] </blockquote> OFFICER 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 Of great Apollo's priest; and that since then, You have not dar'd to break the holy seal, Nor read the secrets in't.   CLEOMENES, DION                                      All this we swear.   LEONTES Break up the seals and read.   OFFICER [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!   HERMIONE                                                       Praised!   LEONTES Hast thou read truth?   OFFICER                                   Ay, my lord; even so As it is here set down.   LEONTES There is no truth at all i' the oracle: The sessions shall proceed: this is mere falsehood! <blockquote>[Enter a Servant hastily.] </blockquote> SERVANT My lord the king, the king!   LEONTES                                             What is the business?   SERVANT O sir, I shall be hated to report it: The prince your son, with mere conceit and fear Of the queen's speed, is gone.   LEONTES                                                 How! gone?   SERVANT                                                                     Is dead.   LEONTES Apollo's angry; and the heavens themselves Do strike at my injustice. <blockquote>[HERMIONE faints.] </blockquote>                                          How now there!   PAULINA This news is mortal to the queen:—Look down And see what death is doing.   LEONTES                                               Take her hence: Her heart is but o'ercharg'd; she will recover.— I have too much believ'd mine own suspicion:— Beseech you tenderly apply to her Some remedies for life.— <blockquote>[Exeunt PAULINA and Ladies with HERMIONE.] </blockquote>                                          Apollo, pardon My great profaneness 'gainst thine oracle!— I'll reconcile me to Polixenes; New woo my queen; recall the good Camillo— Whom I proclaim a man of truth, of mercy; For, being transported by my jealousies To bloody thoughts and to revenge, I chose Camillo for the minister to poison My friend Polixenes: which had been done, But that the good mind of Camillo tardied My swift command, though I with death and with Reward did threaten and encourage him, Not doing it and being done: 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 incertainties himself commended, No richer than his honour:—how he glisters Thorough my rust! And how his piety Does my deeds make the blacker! <blockquote>[Re-enter PAULINA.] </blockquote> PAULINA                                                        Woe the while! O, cut my lace, lest my heart, cracking it, Break too!   FIRST LORD What fit is this, good lady?   PAULINA What studied torments, tyrant, hast for me? What wheels? racks? fires? what flaying? boiling In leads or oils? what old or newer torture Must I receive, whose every word deserves To taste of thy most worst? Thy tyranny Together working with thy jealousies,— Fancies too weak for boys, too green and idle For girls of nine,—O, think what they have 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 ingrateful; nor was't much 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 Would have shed water out of fire ere done't; Nor is't directly laid to thee, the death Of the young prince, whose honourable thoughts,— 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 sweetest, dearest creature's dead; and vengeance for't Not dropp'd down yet.   FIRST LORD                                     The higher powers forbid!   PAULINA 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.   LEONTES                                              Go on, go on: Thou canst not speak too much; I have deserv'd All tongues to talk their bitterest!   FIRST LORD                                                       Say no more: Howe'er the business goes, you have made fault I' the boldness of your speech.   PAULINA                                                  I am sorry for't: 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 th' 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: The love I bore your queen,—lo, fool again!— I'll speak of her no more, nor of your children; I'll not remember you of my own lord, Who is lost too: take your patience to you, And I'll say nothing.   LEONTES                                  Thou didst speak but well, When most the truth; which I receive much better Than to be pitied of thee. Pr'ythee, bring me To the dead bodies of my queen and son: One grave shall be for both; upon them shall The causes of their death appear, unto Our shame perpetual. Once a day I'll visit The chapel where they lie; and tears shed there Shall be my recreation: so long as nature Will bear up with this exercise, so long I daily vow to use it.—Come, and lead me To these sorrows. <blockquote>[Exeunt.] </blockquote>           SCENE III.  Bohemia.  A desert Country near the Sea.   <blockquote>[Enter ANTIGONUS with the Child, and a Mariner.] </blockquote> ANTIGONUS Thou art perfect, then, our ship hath touch'd upon The deserts of Bohemia?   MARINER                                         Ay, my lord; and fear We have landed in ill time: the skies look grimly, And threaten present blusters. In my conscience, The heavens with that we have in hand are angry, And frown upon 's.   ANTIGONUS Their sacred wills be done!—Go, get aboard; Look to thy bark: I'll not be long before I call upon thee.   MARINER 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.   ANTIGONUS                                         Go thou away: I'll follow instantly.   MARINER                                 I am glad at heart To be so rid o' th' business. <blockquote>[Exit.] </blockquote> ANTIGONUS                                             Come, poor babe:— 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 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; And, gasping to begin some speech, her eyes Became two spouts: the fury spent, anon Did this break from her: 'Good Antigonus, Since fate, against thy better disposition, Hath made thy person for the thrower-out Of my poor babe, according to thine oath,— Places remote enough are in Bohemia, 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, Put on thee by my lord, thou ne'er shalt see Thy wife Paulina more': so, with shrieks, She melted into air. Affrighted much, I did in time collect myself; and thought This was so, and no slumber. Dreams are toys; Yet, for this once, yea, superstitiously, I will be squar'd by this. I do believe Hermione hath suffer'd death, and that Apollo would, this being indeed the issue Of King Polixenes, it should here be laid, Either for life or death, upon the earth Of its right father. Blossom, speed thee well! <blockquote>[Laying down the child.] </blockquote> There lie; and there thy character: there these; <blockquote>[Laying down a bundle.] </blockquote> Which may if fortune please, both breed thee, pretty, And still rest thine.—The storm begins:—poor wretch, That for thy mother's fault art thus expos'd To loss and what may follow!—Weep I cannot, But my heart bleeds: and most accurs'd am I To be by oath enjoin'd to this.—Farewell! The day frowns more and more:—thou'rt like to have A lullaby too rough:—I never saw The heavens so dim by day. A savage clamour!— Well may I get aboard!—This is the chase: I am gone for ever. <blockquote>[Exit, pursued by a bear.] </blockquote> <blockquote>[Enter an old SHEPHERD.] </blockquote> SHEPHERD I would there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty, or that youth would sleep out the rest; for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting.—Hark you now! Would any but these boiled brains of nineteen and two-and-twenty hunt this weather? They have scared away two of my best sheep, which I fear the wolf will sooner find than the master: if anywhere I have them, 'tis by the sea-side, browsing of ivy.—Good luck, an't be thy will! what have we here? <blockquote>[Taking up the child.] </blockquote> Mercy on's, a bairn: A very pretty bairn! A boy or a child, I wonder? A pretty one; a very pretty one: sure, some scape: though I am not bookish, yet I can read waiting-gentlewoman in the scape. This has been some stair-work, some trunk-work, some behind-door-work; they were warmer that got this than the poor thing is here. I'll take it up for pity: yet I'll tarry till my son comes; he hallaed but even now.—Whoa, ho hoa!   CLOWN [Within.] Hilloa, loa!   SHEPHERD What, art so near? If thou'lt see a thing to talk on when thou art dead and rotten, come hither. <blockquote>[Enter CLOWN.] </blockquote> What ail'st thou, man?   CLOWN I have seen two such sights, by sea and by land!— but I am not to say it is a sea, for it is now the sky: betwixt the firmament and it, you cannot thrust a bodkin's point.   SHEPHERD Why, boy, how is it?   CLOWN I would you did but see how it chafes, how it rages, how it takes up the shore! But that's not to the point. O, the most piteous cry of the poor souls! sometimes to see 'em, and not to see 'em; now the ship boring the moon with her mainmast, and anon swallowed with yest and froth, as you'd thrust a cork into a hogshead. And then for the land service,—to see how the bear tore out his shoulder-bone; how he cried to me for help, and said his name was Antigonus, a nobleman.—But to make an end of the ship,—to see how the sea flap-dragon'd it:—but first, how the poor souls roared, and the sea mocked them;—and how the poor gentleman roared, and the bear mocked him,—both roaring louder than the sea or weather.   SHEPHERD Name of mercy! when was this, boy?   CLOWN Now, now; I have not winked since I saw these sights: the men are not yet cold under water, nor the bear half dined on the gentleman; he's at it now.   SHEPHERD Would I had been by to have helped the old man!   CLOWN I would you had been by the ship-side, to have helped her: there your charity would have lacked footing.   SHEPHERD [Aside.] Heavy matters, heavy matters! But look thee here, boy. Now bless thyself: thou mettest with things dying, I with things new-born. Here's a sight for thee; look thee, a bearing-cloth for a squire's child! look thee here; take up, take up, boy; open't. So, let's see:—it was told me I should be rich by the fairies: this is some changeling:—open't. What's within, boy?   CLOWN You're a made old man; if the sins of your youth are forgiven you, you're well to live. Gold! all gold!   SHEPHERD This is fairy-gold, boy, and 'twill prove so: up with it, keep it close: home, home, the next way! We are lucky, boy: and to be so still requires nothing but secrecy—Let my sheep go:—come, good boy, the next way home.   CLOWN Go you the next way with your findings. I'll go see if the bear be gone from the gentleman, and how much he hath eaten: they are never curst but when they are hungry: if there be any of him left, I'll bury it.   SHEPHERD That's a good deed. If thou mayest discern by that which is left of him what he is, fetch me to the sight of him.   CLOWN Marry, will I; and you shall help to put him i' the ground.   SHEPHERD 'Tis a lucky day, boy; and we'll do good deeds on't. <blockquote>[Exeunt.] </blockquote>     <hr class="narrow" />     <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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