Leon. Take her hence; Her heart is but o'ercharged; she will recover.- [Exeunt PAULINA and Ladies, with HERM. My great profaneness '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, No richer than his honor.-How he glisters Does my deeds make the blacker! Paul. Re-enter PAULINA. Woe the while! O cut my lace; lest my heart, cracking it, 1 Lord. What fit is this, good lady? Paul. 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 1 Certain is not in the first folio; it was supplied by the editor of the second. Together working with thy jealousies,— Of the young prince; whose honorable thoughts When I have said, cry, woe!-The queen, the queen, The sweetest, dearest creature's dead; and vengeance for't Not dropped down yet. 1 Lord. 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 1 i. e. a devil would have shed tears of pity, ere he would have perpetrated such an action. Leon. Go on, go on. Thou canst not speak too much; I have deserved 1 Lord. Paul. The rashness of a woman: he is touched To the 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 punished, 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!— Who is lost too. Take your patience to you, Leon. When most the truth; Thou didst speak but well, which I receive much better The chapel where they lie; and tears, shed there, Nature will bear up with this exercise, So long I daily vow to use it. Come, [Exeunt. SCENE III. Bohemia. the Sea. A desert Country near Enter ANTIGONUS, with the Child; and a Mariner. Ant. Thou art perfect,' then, our ship hath touched upon The deserts of Bohemia? Mar. 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 us. Ant. Their sacred wills be done!-Go, get aboard; Look to thy bark; I'll not be long, before I call upon thee. Mar. 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 that keep upon't. Of prey Ant. I'll follow instantly. Mar. Go thou away. I am glad at heart To be so rid o'the business. [Exit. Ant. So filled, and so becoming; in pure white robes, My cabin where I lay; thrice bowed before me; 1 i. e. well assured. Since fate, against thy better disposition, There weep, and leave it crying; and, for the babe I pr'ythee call't; for this ungentle business, There lie; and there thy character: there these; [Laying down a bundle. 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 exposed The day frowns more and more; thou art like to have The heavens so dim by day. A savage clamor! 2Well may I get aboard! I am gone forever. This is the chase; [Exit, pursued by a bear. 1 i. e. description. The writing afterward discovered with Perdita. 2 "A savage clamor." This clamor was the cry of the dogs and hunters; then seeing the bear, he cries, This is the chase, i. e. the animal pursued. |