« AnteriorContinuar »
Of the queen's speed, is gone.
How! gone? Seru.
Is dead. Leon. Apollo's angry; and the heavens them
selves Do strike at my injustice. (HERMIONE faints.] How
now there? Paul. This news is mortal to the queen :-Look
down, And see what death is doing. Leon.
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. - Apollo, pardon
[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; 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
5 Of the queen's speed,] Of the event of the queen's trial: so we still say, he sped well or ill. Johnson.
commended,] i. e, committed.
Thorough my rust! and how his piety
Woe the while! O, cut my lace; lest my heart, cracking it, Break too!
i 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 Together working with thy jealousies, Fancies too weak for boys, too green and idle For girls of nine!—0, 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 ungrateful: nor was't much, Thou would'st have poison’d good Camillo's ho
nour,8 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
? Does my deeds make the blacker!] T'his vehement retraction of Leontes, accompanied with the confession of more crimes than he was suspected of, is agreeable to our daily experience of the vicissitudes of violent tempers, and the eruptions of minds oppressed with guilt. JOHNSON.
8 Thou would'st have poison'd good Camillo's honour,) How should Paulina know this ? No one had charged the King with this crime except himself, while Paulina was absent, attending on Hermione. The poet seems to have forgotten this.
Would have shed water out of fire, ere don't :*
queen, The sweetest, dearest, creature's dead; and ven
Not dropp'd down yet. 1 Lord.
The higher powers forbid ! Paul. I say, she's dead: I'll swear't: if word,
Go on, go on:
Say no more; Howe'er the business goes, you have made fault I'the boldness of your speech.
though a devil Would have shed water out of fire, ere don't:) i. e. a devil would have shed tears of pity o'er the damned, ere he would have committed such an action.
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 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 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. Leon.
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.
! I am sorry for't;] This is another instance of the sudden changes incident to vehement and ungovernable minds.
Bohemia. A desert Country near the Sea. .
Enter ANTIGONUS, with the Child; and a Mariner.
Ant. Thou art perfect then,' our ship hath
The deserts of Bohemia?
Ay, my lord; and fear
aboard; Look to thy bark; I'll not be long, before I call upon thee.
Mar. Make your best haste; and go not
prey, that keep upon't.
I am glad at heart
Come, poor babe:
Go thou away:
" Thou art perfect then,] Perfect is often used for certain, well assured, or well informed, by almost all our ancient writers.