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Hang all the husbands
That cannot do that feat, you'll leave yourself
Hardly one subject.

Once more, take her hence.
Paul. A most unworthy and unnatural lord
Can do no more.

I'll have thee burned.

I care not.
It is a heretic that makes the fire,
Not she which burns in't. I'll not call you tyrant;
But this most cruel usage of your queen
(Not able to produce more accusation
Than your own weak-hinged fancy) something savors
Of tyranny, and will ignoble make you,
Yea, scandalous to the world.

On your allegiance,
Out of the chamber with her. Were I a tyrant,
Where were her life? She durst not call me so,
If she did know me one. Away with her.

Paul. I pray you, do not push me; I'll be gone.
Look to your babe, my lord ; 'tis yours; Jove send her
A better guiding spirit !-What need these hands ?-
You, that are thus so tender o'er his follies,
Will never do him good, not one of you.
So, so.-Farewell; we are gone.

Leon. Thou, traitor, hast set on thy wife to this.
My child? Away with’t !-Even thou, that hast
A heart so tender o'er it, take it hence,
And see it instantly consumed with fire
Even thou, and none but thou. Take it up straight.
Within this hour bring me word, 'tis done,
(And by good testimony,) or I'll seize thy life,
With what thou else call'st thine. If thou refuse,
And wilt encounter with my wrath, say so;
The bastard brains with these my proper

Shall I dash out. Go, take it to the fire ;
For thou sett'st on thy wife.

I did not, sir.
These lords, my noble fellows, if they please,
Can clear me in't.


1 Lord.

We can ; my royal liege, He is not guilty of her coming hìther.

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 kneel.

Leon. I am a feather for each wind that blows ;Shall I live on, to see this bastard kneel And call me father? Better burn it now, Than curse it then. But, be it ; let it live. It shall not neither.-You, sir, come you hither ;

You, that have been so tenderly officious
With lady Margery, your midwife, there,
To save this bastard's life, for 'tis a bastard,
So sure as this beard's gray,'—what will you adventure
To save this brat's life?

Any thing, my lord,
That my ability may undergo,
And nobleness impose. At least, thus much ;
I'll pawn the little blood which I have left,
To save the innocent: any thing possible.

Leon. It shall be possible. Swear by this sword,
Thou wilt perform my bidding.

I will, my lord. Leon. Mark, and perform it; (seest thou ?) for the

fail Of

any point in't shall not only be
Death to thyself, but to thy lewd-tongued wife ;
Whom, for this time, we pardon. We enjoin thee,
As thou art liegeman to us, that thou carry
This female bastard hence; and that thou bear it

1 Leontes must mean the beard of Antigonus, which he may be supposed to touch. He himself tells us that twenty-three years ago he was unbreeched; of course his age must be under thirty, and his own beard would hardly be gray.

To some remote and desert place quite out
Of our dominions; and that there thou leave it,
Without more mercy, to its own protection,
And favor of the climate. As by strange fortune
It came to us, I do in justice charge thee,-
On thy soul's peril, and thy body's torture,–
That thou commend it strangely to some place,
Where chance may nurse, or end it. Take it up.

Ant. I swear to do this, though a present death
Had been more merciful.-Come on, poor babe.
Some powerful spirit instruct the kites and ravens
To be thy nurses! Wolves, and bears, they say,
Casting their savageness aside, have done
Like offices of pity.--Sir, be prosperous
In more than this deed doth require ! and blessing, 2
Against this cruelty, fight on thy side,
Poor thing, condemned to loss !3 [Exit, with the Child.

No, I'll not rear Another's issue.

1 Attend. Please your highness, posts, From those you sent to the oracle, are come An hour since. Cleomenes and Dion, Being well arrived from Delphos, are both landed, Hasting to the court. 1 Lord.

So please you, sir, their speed Hath been beyond account. Leon.

Twenty-three days They have been absent. 'Tis good speed; foretells, The great Apollo suddenly will have The truth of this appear. Prepare you, lords ; Summon a session, that we may arraign Our most disloyal lady; for, as she hath Been publicly accused, so shall she have A just and open trial. While she lives, My heart will be a burden to me. And think upon my bidding.


Leave me;

1 i. e. commit it to some place as a stranger. To commend is to commity according to the old dictionaries.

2 i. e. the favor of Heaven.
3 i. e. to exposure, or to be lost or dropped.




SCENE 1. The same.

The same. A Street in some Town.

Enter CLEOMENES and Dion.

Cleo. The climate's delicate; the air most sweet; Fertile the isle ; 1 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. 0, the sacrifice!
How ceremonious, solemn, and unearthly
It was i’ the offering!

But of all, the burst
And ear-deafening voice o' the oracle,
Kin to Jove's thunder, so surprised my sense,
That I was nothing.

If the event o’ the journey
Prove as successful to the queen,-0, be't so!
As it hath been to us, rare, pleasant, speedy,
The time is worth the use on't.

Great Apollo
Turn all to the 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 sealed up)
Shall the contents discover, something rare
Even then will rush to knowledge. Go,-fresh

horses ! And gracious be the issue !

[Exeunt. SCENE II. The same.

1 Warburton has remarked that the temple of Apollo was at Delphi, which was not an island. But Shakspeare little regarded geographical accuracy. He followed Green's Dorastus and Fawnia, in which it is called the isle of Delphos. There was a temple of Apollo in the isle of Delos

A Court of Justice.

LEONTES, Lords, and Officers, appear properly seated.
Leon. This sessions (to our great grief, we pro-

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 cleared
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.

Offi. 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 and 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 To say, Not guilty: mine integrity, Being counted falsehood, shall, as I express it, Be so received. But thus,—If powers divine Behold our human actions, (as they do,) I doubt not, then, but innocence shall make


1 1. e. the design. Shakspeare often uses the word for design or intention.

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