1. L. This your request Is altogether juft:therefore, bring forth, [Exeunt certain Officers, HER. The emperor of Ruffia was my father: Re-enter Officers, with CLEOMENES, fword of juftice, Been both at Delphos ; and from thence have brought CLE. DIO. All this we fwear. LEO. Break up the feals, and read. Off. [reads.] Hermione is chaft, Polixenes blamelefs, Camillo a true fubject, Leontes a jealous tyrant, bis innocent babe truly begotten; and the king shall live without an heir, if that, which is loft, be not found. Lor. Now bleffed be the great Apollo ! HER. Praised! LEO. Haft thou read truth? Off Ay, my lord; even fo As it is here fet down. LEO. There is no truth at all i'the oracle : The feffions fhall proceed; this is meer falfhood, Enter a Gentleman, baftily. Gen. My lord the king, the king! LEO. What is the business? Gen. O, fir, I fhall be hated to report it: The prince your fon, with meer conceit and fear Of the queen's fpeed, is gone. LEO. How! gone? Gen. Is dead. LEO. Apollo's angry; and the heavens themselves Do ftrike at my injuftice. [Her. faints.] How now there? PAU. This news is mortal to the queen: Look down, And fee what death is doing. LEO. Take her hence: Her heart is but o'er-charg'd; fhe will recover.— [HER. is born off; PAU. and Ladies follow her. I have too much believ'd mine own fufpicion : 'Befeech you, tenderly, apply to her Some remedies for life. Apollo, pardon My great prophanenefs 'gainst thine oracle!___ I'll reconcile me to Polixenes; New-woo my queen; recall the good Camillo, My friend Polixenes: which had been done, Not doing it, and being done: he, most humane, Which you knew great; and to the certain hazard No richer than his honour:- How he glifters Re-enter PAULINA, haftily. PAU. Woe the while! O, cut my lace; left my heart, cracking it, Break too! 1. L. What fit is this, good lady? PAU, What study'd torments, tyrant, haft for me? What wheels? racks? fires? What flaying, rather: boiling In leads, or oils? what old, or newer, torture Muft I receive; whose every word deserves (Fancies too weak for boys, too green and idle Of the young prince; whose honourable thoughts That could conceive, a grofs and foolish fire 1. L. The higher powers forbid! PAU. I fay, fhe's dead; I'll fwear't: if word, nor oath, Heat outwardly, or breath within, I'll ferve you LEO. Go on, go on : Thou canst not speak too much; I have deserv'd 1. L. Say no more; Howe'er the business goes, you have made fault PAU. I am forry for❜t; All faults I make, when I fhall come to know them, I do repent: Alas, I have fhew'd too much The rashness of a woman he is touch'd To the noble heart. What's gone, and what's past help, Let me be punish'd, that have minded you The love I bore your queen, Lo, fool again! Who is loft too: take you your patience to you, LEO. Thou did'nt speak but well, When most the truth; which I receive much better, [Exeunt SCENE III. Bohemia. Desarts upon the Sea. Enter ANTIGONUS, with the Child; and a Mariner. ANT. Thou art perfect then, our fhip hath touch'd upon The desarts of Bohemia? Mar. Ay, my lord; and fear We have landed in ill time: the fkies look grimly, ANT. Their facred wills be done! - Go, get aboard, Look to thy bark; I'll not be long, before |