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 hing'd fancy) something savours Of tyranny, and will ignoble make you, Yea, scandalous to the world. Leon. Out of the chamber with her. On your allegiance, 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; 't is 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. [Exit. 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 consum'd with fire: Even thou, and none but thou. Take it up straight. (And by good testimony) or I'll seize thy life, For thou sett'st on thy wife. Ant. 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 hither. Leon. You're liars all. 1 Lord. Beseech your highness, give us better credit. We have always truly serv'd you, and beseech you 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. Am I 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:- You, that have been so tenderly officious To save this bastard's life,-for 't is a bastard, So sure as thy1 beard's grey,-what will you adventure To save this brat's life? Ant. Any thing, my lord, And nobleness impose: at least, thus much; Leon. It shall be possible. Swear by this sword Ant. I will, my lord. Death to thyself, but to thy lewd-tongued wife, Some powerful spirit instruct the kites and ravens, Like offices of pity.-Sir, be prosperous In more than this deed doth require !-And blessing Against this cruelty fight on thy side, Poor thing, condemn'd to loss! [Exit with the Child. No; I'll not rear Leon. Another's issue. 1 Old copies: this; thy is the MS. emendation of Lord F. Egerton's folio, 1623. 2 Not in f. e. 1 Atten. Please your highness, posts From those you sent to the oracle are come An hour since: Cleomenes and Dion, Being well arriv'd from Delphos, are both landed, 1 Lord. So please you, sir, their speed Hath been beyond account. Leon. Twenty-three days The truth of this appear. Prepare you, lords: Leave me, [Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE I.-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. 1 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! Cleo. But, of all, the burst And the ear-deafening voice o' the oracle, Dion. If th' event o' the journey Cleo. 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, Even then, will rush to knowledge.—Go,—fresh horses; And gracious be the issue. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-The Same. A Court of Justice. Enter LEONTES, Lords, and Officers. 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 belov'd. Let us be clear'd Of being tyrannous, since we so openly Proceed in justice, which shall have due course, Offi. It is his highness' pleasure, that the queen [Silence.1 Enter HERMIONE, to her trial, 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 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 To say "Not guilty:" mine integrity, Being counted falsehood, shall, as I express it, Be so receiv'd. But thus:-If powers divine 1 Printed as a stage direction in the 1st folio; the others omit it. Mod. eds., with Malone, usually add it to the previous speech. 2 The words, "to her trial," not in f. e. Behold our human actions, (as they do) 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 With what encounter so uncurrent I Have stray'd' 't appear thus: if one jot beyond Leon. I ne'er heard yet, Her. Though 't is a saying, sir, not due to me. That's true enough: More than mistress of, Leon. You will not own it. Her. Which comes to me in name of fault, I must not At all acknowledge. For Polixenes, 1 Own. 2 strain'd: in f. e. |