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She's an adultress; I have said, with whom : Leon.
Cease ; no more Vore, she's a traitor; and Camillo is
You smell this business with a sense as cold A federary with her; and one that knows
As is a dead man's nose : I see't, and feel't, What she should shame to know herself,
As you feel doing thus; and see withal But with her most vile principal, that she's
The instruments that feel.
If it be so,
There's not a grain of it, the face to sweeten
Of the whole dungy earth.
What ! lack I credit ? When you shall come to clearer knowledge, that I Lord. I had rather you did lack, than I, my You thus have publish'd me ? Gentle my lord,
lord, You scarce can right me throughly then, to say Upon this ground: and more it would content me You did mistake.
To have her honour true, than your suspicion ; Leon. No, no; if I mistake
Be blam'd for't how you might. In those foundations which I build upon,
Why, what need we The centre is not big enough to bear
Commune with you of this ? but rather follow A school-boy's top.- Away with her to prison : Our forceful instigation ? Our prerogative le, who shall speak for her, is afar off guilty, Calls not your counsels; but our natural goodness But that he speaks.
Imparts this: which if you (or stupified, Her.
There's some ill planet reigns : Or seeming so in skill,) cannot, or will not, I must be patient, till the heavens look
Relish as truth, like us ; inform yourselves, With an aspect more favourable.-Good my lords, We need no more of your advice: the matter, I am not prone to weeping, as our sex
The loss, the gain, the ordering on't, is all
And I wish, my liege, That honourable grief lodg'd here, which burns You had only in your silent judgment tried it, Worse than tears drown: 'Beseech you all, my Without more overture. lords,
How could that be? With thoughts so qualified as your charities Either thou art most ignorant by age, Shall best instruct you, measure me ;-and so Or thou wert born a fool. Camillo's flight, The king's will be perform'd !
Added to their familiarity, Leon.
Shall I be heard ? (Which was as gross az ever touch'd conjecture,
To the Guards. That lack'd sight only, nought for approbation, Her. Who is't, that goes with me ? _'Beseech But only seeing, all other circumstances your highness,
Made up to the deed,) doth push on this proceed. My women may be with me; for, you see,
ing. My plight requires it. Do not weer, good fools; Yet, for a greater confirmation, There is no cause : when you shall know, your (For, in an act of this importance, 'twere mistress
Most piteous to be mild,) I have despatch'd in post, Has deserv'd prison; then abound in tears,
To sacred Delphos, to Apollo's temple, As I come out: this action, I now go on,
Cleomenes and Dion, whom you know Is for my better grace.-Adieu, my lord;
Of stuff'd sufficiency: Now, from the oracle I never wish'd to see you sorry; now,
They will bring all; whose spiritual counsel had, I trust, I shall. My women, come; you have Shall stop, or spur me. Have I done well ? leave.
I Lord. Well done, my lord. Leon. Go, do our bidding; hence.
Leon. Though I am satisfied, and need no more Ereunt Queen and Ladies. Than what I know, yet shall the oracle 1 Lord. 'Beseech your highness, call the queen Give rest to the minds of others; such as he, again.
Whose ignorant credulity will not Ant. Be certain what you do, sir ; lest your come up to the truth: So have we thought it good, justice
From our free person she should be confin'd; Prove violence: in the which three great ones | Lest that the treachery of the two, fled hence, suffer,
Be left her to perform. Come, follow us ; Yourself, your queen, your son.
We are to speak in publick; for this business I Lord.
For her, my lord, I Will raise us all. I dare my life lay down, and will do't, sir,
Ant. Aside.) To laughter, as I take it, Please you to accept it, that the queen is spotless If the good truth were known,
(Exeunt. l' the eyes of heaven, and to you; I mean, In this which you accuse her
SCENE II.-The same. The outer Room of a Ant. If it prove
Prison. She's otherwise, I'll keep my stables where
Enter Paulina and Attendants. I lodge my wife; I'll go in couples with her ; Than when I feel, and see her, no further trust her; Paul. The keeper of the prison,-call to him ; For every inch of woman in the world,
Erit an Attendant Ay, every dram of woman's flesh, is false,
Let him have knowledge who I am. Good lady! If she be.
No court in Europe is too good for thee, Leon. Hold your peaces.
What dost thou then in prison ? Now, good sir, 1 Lord. Good my lord,
Re-enter Attendant, with the Keeper.
You know me, do you not ?
For a worthy lady, villain,
And one whom much I honour. I would land-damn him: Be she honour-flaw'd, Paul.
Pray you then, I have three daughters; the eldest is eleven; Conduct me to the queen. The second, and the third, nine, and some five; Keep. I may not, madam ; to the contrary If this prove true, they'll pay for't: by mine ho- I have express commandment. nour,
Pray you, to see her women ? any of them
Keep. So please you, madam, to put
Given to the fire, a moiety of my rest A part these your attendants, I shall bring
Might come to me again. -Who's there? Emilia forth.
My lord ? Paul. I pray now, call her.
(Advancing. Withdraw yourselves.
Ereunt Attend. Leon. How does the boy ?
He took good rest to-night; I must be present at your conference.
"Tis hop'd, his sickness is discharg'd. Paul. Well, be it so, pr'ythee. [Exit Keeper. Leon.
To see. Here's such ado to make no stain a stain,
His nobleness ! ds passes colouring.
Conceiving the dishonour of his mother,
He straight declin'd, droop'd, took it deeply ; Re-enter Keeper, with Emilia.
Fastend and fix'd the shame on't in himself;
Threw off his spirit, his appetite, his sleep, Dear gentlewoman, how fares our gracious lady ? And downright languish'd.-Leave me solely :-go,
Emil. As well as one so great, and so forlorn, See how he fares. [Erit Attend.]-Fye, fye! no May hold together : on her frights, and griefs,
thought of him; (Which never tender lady hath borne greater) The very thought of my revenges that way She is, something before her time, deliver'd. Recoil upon me: in himself too mighty : Paul. A boy ?
And in his parties, his alliance,Let him be, Emil.
A daughter; and a goodly babe, Until a time may serve : for present vengeance, Lusts, and like to live: the queen receives
Take it on her. Camillo and Polixenes Much comfort in't : says, My poor prisoner,
Laugh at me; make their pastime at my sorrow : I am innocent as you.
They should not laugh, if I could reach them ; nor Paul. I dare be sworn :
Shall she, within my power. These dangerous unsafe lunes o'the king! beshrew
Enter Paulina, with a Child. them! He must be told on't, and he shall: the office
You must not enter. Becomes a woman best ; I'll take't upon me:
Paul. Nay, rather, good my lords, be second to If I prove honey-mouth'd, let my tongue blister;
me : And never to my red-look'd anger be
Fear you his tyrannous passion more, alas, The trumpet any more :- Pray you, Emilia,
Than the queen's life ? a gracious innocent soul; Commend my best obedience to the queen ;
More free, than he is jealous. If she dares trust me with her little babe,
That's enough. I'll show't the king, and undertake to be
1 Attend. Madam, he hath not slept to-night; Her advocate to th' loudest: We do not know
commanded How he may soften at the sight o'the child; None should come at him. The silence often of pure innocence
Not so hot, good sir; Persuades, when speaking fails.
I come to bring him sleep. 'Tis such as you, Emil.
Most worthy madam, That creep like shadows by him, and do sigh Your honour, and your goodness, is so evident, At each his needless heavings,-such as you That your free undertaking cannot miss
Nourish the cause of his awaking: A thriving issue; there is no lady living,
Do come with words as med'cinal as true; So meet for this great errand : Please your ladyship Honest, as either; to purge him of that humour, To visit the next room, I'll presently
That presses him from sleep. Acquaint the queen of your most noble offer ;
What noise there, ho? Who, but to-day, hammer'd of this design;
Paul. No noise, my lord; but needful conference, But durst not tempt a minister of honour,
About some gossips for your highness. Lest she should be denied.
How ? -_Paul.
Tell her, Emilia, Away with that audacious lady : Antigonus, I'll use that tongue I have: if wit flow from it, I charg'd thee, that she should not come about me, As boldness from my bosom, let it not be donbted I knew, she would. I shall do good.
I told her so, my lord,
On your displeasure's peril, and on mine,
What, canst not rule her? Keep. Madam, if't please the queen to send the Paul. From all dishonesty, he can: in this, babe,
(Unless he take the course that you have done, I know not what I shall incur, to pass it,
Commit me, for committing honour,) trust it, Having no warrant.
He shall not rule me. Paul. You need not fear it, sír:
Lo you now; you hear! The child was prisoner to the womb; and is, When she will take the rein, I let her run; By law and process of great nature, thence
But she'll not stumble. Free'd and enfranchis'd: not a party to
Good my liege, I come, The anger of the king ; nor guilty of,
And, I beseech you, hear me, who profess If any be, the trespass of the queen.
Myself your loyal servant, your physician, Keep. I do believe it.
Your most obedient counsellor ; yet that dare Paul.
Do not you fear: upon Less appear so, in comforting your evils,
[Exeunt. From your good queen.
good queen ; Enter Leontes, Antigonus, Lords, and other
And would by combat make her good, so were I Attendants.
A man, the worst about you. Leon. Nor night nor day, no rest : It is but
Force her hence. weakness
Panu. Let him, that makes but trifles of his eyes, To bear the matter thus ; mere weakness, if First hand me: on mine own accord, I'll off ; The cause were not in being ;- part o'the cause, But, first, I'll do my errand. The good queen, She, the adultress; for the harlot king
For she is good, hath brought you forth a daughter ; Is quite beyond mine arm, out of the blank
Here'tis; commends it to your blessing. And level of my brain, plot-proof: but she
(Laying down the Child. I can book to ine : Say, that she were gone,
A mankind witch ! Hence with her, out o' door: Yon, that are thus so tender o'er his follies,
Will never do him good, not one of you.
Not so :
(Erit. I am as ignorant in that, as you
Leon. Thou, traitor, hast set on thy wife to In so entitling me: and no less honest
this.-Than you are mad; which is enough, I'll warrant, My child ? away with't!--even thou, that hast As this world goes, to pass for honest.
A heart so tender o'er it, take it hence, Leon.
Traitors! And see it instantly consum'd with fire; Will you not push her out? Give her the bastard- Even thou, and none but thou. Take it up Thou, dotard, (to Antigonus.) thou art woman
straight: tir'd, unroosted
Within this hour bring me word 'tis done, By thy dame Partlet here,-take up the bastard ; (And by good testimony,) or I'll seize thy life, Take't up, I say; give't to thy crone.
With what thou else call'st thine: If thou refuse, Paul.
For ever And wilt encounter with my wrath, say so; Unvenerable be thy hands, if thou
| The bastard brains with these my proper hands Tak'st up the princess, by that forced baseness Shall I dash out. Go, take it to the fire; Which he has put upon't !
For thou sett'st on thy wife.
I did not, sir : Paul. So, I would, you did; then 'twere past all these lords, my noble fellows, if they please, doubt,
Can clear me in't. You'd call your children yours.
We can, my royal liege, Leon.
A nest of traitors ! He is not guilty of her coming hither. Ant. I am none, by this good light.
Leon. You are liars all. Paul.
Nor I; nor any, Lord. 'Beseech your highness, give us better But one, that's here ; and that's himself : for he
credit; The sacred honour of himself, his queen's,
We have always truly serv'd you; and beseech His hopeful son's, his babe's, betrays to slander, So to esteem of us : And on our knees we beg, Whose sting is sharper than the sword's; and will(As recompense of our dear services, not
Past, and to come,) that you do change this pur(For, as the case now stands, it is a curse
pose; He cannot be compellid to't,) once remove
Which, being so horrible, so bloody, miast The root of his opinion, which is rotten,
Lead on to some foul issue : We all kneel. As ever oak, or stone, was sound.
Leon. I am a feather for each wind that blows:Leon.
Shall I live on, to see this bastard kneei Of boundless tongue; who late hath beat her hus. And call me father ? Better burn it now, band,
Than curse it then. But, be it ; let it live: And now baits me! This brat is none of mine; It shall not neither.-You, sir, come you hither, It is the issue of Polixenes :
[To Antigonus Hence with it; and, together with the dam, You, that have been so tenderly officious Commit them to the fire.
With lady Margery, your midwife, there,
To save this bastard's life : for 'tis a bastard,
ture Although the print be little, the whole matter To save this brat's life? And copy of the father : eye, nose, lip,
Any thing, my lord, The trick of his frown, his forehead; nay, the That my ability may undergo, valley,
And nobleness impose : at least, thus much; The pretty dimples of his chin, and cheek; his 1'17 pawn the little blood which I have left, smiles;
To save the innocent: any thing possible. The very mould and frame of hand, nail, finger :- Leon. It shall be possible: Swear by this sword, And thou, good goddess nature, which hast made it Thou wilt perform my bidding. So like to him that got it, if thou hast
I will, my lord. The ordering of the mind too, 'mongst all colours Leon, Mark, and perform it; (seest thou ?) for No yellow in't ; lest she suspect, as he does,
the fail Her children not her husband's !
Of any point in't shall not only be Leon.
A gross hag! Death to thyself, but to thy lewd-tongu'd wife; Aud, lozel, thou art worthy to be hang'd,
Whom, for this time, we pardon. We enjoin thee, That wilt not stay her tongue.
As thou art liegeman to us, that thou carry Ant.
Hang all the husbands, This female bastard hence; and that thou bear it That cannot do that feat, you'll leave yourself To some remote and desert place, quite out Hardly one subject.
Of our dominions; and that there thou leave it, Leon.
Once more, take her hence, / Without more mercy, to its own protection,
It came to us, I do in justice charge thee,
On thy soul's peril, and thy body's torture,
I care not: That thou commend it strangely to some place, It is an heretick, that makes the fire,
Where chance may nurse, or end it: Take it up. Not she, which burns in't. I'll not call you tyrant; | Ant. I swear to do this, though a present death But this most cruel usage of your queen
Had been more merciful.-Come on, poor babe: (Not able to produce more accusation
Some powerful spirit instruct the kites and ravens. Than your own weak-hing'd fancy,) something to be thy nurses ! Wolves, and bears, ther say, savours
I Casting their savageness aside, have done Of tyranny, and will ignoble make you,
Like offices of pity.Sir, be prosperous Yea, scandalous to the world
In more than this deed doth require! and blessing, Leon.
On your allegiance, Against this cruelty, fight on thy side,
[Erit, with the Child. If she did know me one. Away with her.
No, I'll not rear Paul. I pray you, do not push me ; l'll be gone. Another's issue. Look to your babe, my lord; 'tis yours : Jove send 1 Atten.
Please your highness, posts, her
From those you sent to the oracle, are come A better guiding spirit! What need these hands ? An hour since : Cleomenes and Dion,
Being well arriv'd from Delphos, are both landed, Being counted falsehood, shall, as I express it, Hasting to the court.
Be so receiv'd. But thus,--If powers divine 1 Lord.
So please you, sir, their speed Behold our human actions, (as they do,) Hath been beyond account.
I doubt not then, but innocence shall make Leon.
Twenty-three days False accusation blush, and tyranny They have been absent: "Tis good speed; foretells, Tremble at patience.- You, my lord, best know, The great Apollo suddenly will have
(Who least will seem to do so,) my past life The truth of this appear. Prepare you, lords; Hath been as continent, as chaste, as true, Summon a session, that we may arraign
As I am now unhappy ; which is more Our most disloyal lady : for, as she hath
Than history can pattern, though devis'd, Been publickly accus'd, so shall she have
And play'd, to take spectators : For behold me, A just and open trial. While she lives,
A fellow of the royal bed, which owe My heart will be a burden to me. Leave me ; A moiety of the throne, a great king's daughter, And think upon my bidding.
[Exeunt. The mother to a hopetu! prince,-here standing,
To prate and talk for life, and honour, 'fore
Who please to come and hear. For life, I prize it, ACT IU.
As I weigh grief, which I would spare : for honour,
'Tis a derivative from me to mine, SCENE I.-The same. A Street in some Town. And only that I stand for. I appeal Enter Cleomenes and Dion.
To your own conscience, sir, before Polixenes
Came to your court, how I was in your grace, Cleo. The climate's delicate ; the air most sweet; nown
weet; How merited to be so ; since he came, Fertile the isle ; the temple much surpassing
With what encounter so uncurrent I The common praise it bears.
Have strain'd, to appear thus : if one jot beyond Dion.
I shall report,
The bound of honour; or, in act, or will, For most it caught me, the celestial habits,
That way inclining ; harden'd be the hearts (Methinks, I so should term them,) and the rever- of all th
Of all that hear me, and my near'st of kin Of the grave wearers. O, the sacrifice !
Lence Cry, Fye upon my grave!
[ence Cre. Fue How ceremonious, solemn, and unearthly
I ne'er heard yet,
That any of these bolder vices wanted
Less impudence to gainsay what they did,
Than to perform it first. Kin to Jove's thunder, so surpris'd my sense,
That's true enough; That I was nothing.
Though 'tis a saying, sir, not due to me.
Leon. You will not own it.
More than mistress of, As it hath been to us, rare, pleasant, speedy,
Which comes to me in name of fault, I must not The time is worth the use on't.
At all acknowledge. For Polixenez, Cleo.
(With whom I am accus'd,) I do confess, Turn all to the best! These proclamations,
I lov'd him, as in honour he requir'd ; So forcing faults upon Hermione,
With such a kind of love, as might become I little like.
A lady like me, with a love, even such, Dion. The violent carriage of it
So, and no other, as yourself commanded : Will clear, or end, the business: When the oracle,
racie, Which not to have done, I think, had been in me (Thus by Apollo's great divine seal'd up,)
Both disobedience and ingratitude, (spoke, Shall the contents discover, something rare,
To you, and toward your friend; whose love had Esen then will rush to knowledge.--Go, tresh | Even since it could speak, from an intant, treely, horses ;
That it was yours. Now, for conspiracy, And gracious be the issue !
I know not how it tastes; though it be dish'd SCENE II.--The same. A Court of Justice. For me to try how: all I know of it,
Is, that Camillo was an honest man ; Leontes, Lords, and Officers, appear properly seated. And, why he left your court, the gods themselves, Leon. This sessions (to our great grief, we pro-Wotting no more than I, are ignorant. nounce,)
Leon. You knew of his departure, as you know Even pushes 'gainst our heart : The party tried, What you have underta'en to do in his absence. The daughter of a king ; our wife ; and one
Her. Sir, Of us too much belov'd.Let us be clear'd
You speak a language that I understand not :
My life stands in the level of your dreams,
Your actions are my dreams; Produce the prisoner.
You had a bastard by Polixenes, Offi. It is his highness' pleasure, that the queen And I but dream'd it :-As you were past all shame, Appear in person here in court.-Silence !
(Those of your fact are so,) so past all truth : Hermione is brought in, guarded : Paulina and La
Which to deny, concerns more than avails :
For as dies, attending
Thy brat hath been cast out, like to itself, Leon. Read the indictment.
No father owning it, (which is, indeed, affi. Hermione, queen to the worthy Leontes, More criminal in thee, than it, so thou king of Sicilia, thou art here accused and arraigned Shalt feel our justice ; in whose easiest passage, of high treason, in committing adultery with Po-Look for no less than death. lizenes, king of Bohemia ; and conspiring with Her.
Sir, spare your threats ; Camillo to take away the life of our sovereign lord The bug, which you would fright me with, I seek, the king, thy royal husband : the pretence whereof|To me can life be no commodity : being by circumstances partly laid open, thou, Her- | The crown and comfort of my life, your favour, mione, contrary to the faith and allegiance of a true I do give lost ; for I do feel it gone, subject, didst counsel and aid them, for their better But know not how it went : My second joy, safety, to fly away by night.
And first-fruits of my body, from his presence, Her. Since what I am to say, must be but that I am barr'd, like one infectious : My third comfort, Which contradicts my accusation ; and
Starr'd most unluckily, is from my breast, The testimony on my part, no other
The innocent milk in its most innocent mouth, But what comes from myself; it shall scarce boot Haled out to murder : Myself on every post To say, Not guilty ; mine integrity,
[me Proclaim'd a strumpet ; with immodest hatred,
The child-bed privilege denied, which 'longs | And fill'd with honour, to my kingly guest
Unclasp'd my practice ; quit his fortunes here, Here to this place, i'the open air, before
Which you knew great; and to the certain hazard I have got strength of limit. Now, my liege, Of all incertainties himself commended, Tell me what blessings I have here alive,
No richer than his honour;--How he glisters That I should fear to die? Therefore, proceed. Thorough my rust! and how his piety But yet hear this; mistake me not; No! life, Does my deeds make the blacker! I prize it not a straw:- but for mine honour, (Which I would free,) if I shall be condemn'd
Re-enter Paulina. Upon surmises; all proofs sleeping else,
Woe the while ! But what your jealousies awake; I tell you
0, cut my lace ; lest my heart, cracking it, "Tis rigour, and not law. Your honours all, Break too! I do refer me to the oracle;
I Lord. What fit is this, good lady? Apollo be my judge.
Paul. What studied torments, tyrant, hast for I Lord. This your request
me? Is altogether just: therefore, bring forth,
What wheels ? racks? fires ? What flaying? boiling. and in Apollo's name, his oracle.
In leads, or oils? what old, or newer torture
Together working with thy jealousies,
Fancies too weak for boys, too green and idle The flatness of my misery ; yet with eyes
For girls of nine !0, think, what they have done, Of pity, not revenge !
And then run mad, indeed; stark mad! for all
Thy by.gone fooleries were but spices of it. Re-enter Officers, with Cleomenes and Dion.
That thou betrayd'st Polixenes, 'twas nothing; Offi. You here shall swear upon this sword of That did but show thee, of a fool, inconstant, justice,
And damnable ungrateful: nor was't much, That you, Cleomenes and Dion, have
Thou would'st have poison'd good Camillo's Been both at Delphos; and from thence have
To have him kill a king ; poor trespasses, This seal'd-up oracle, by the hand deliver'd More monstrous standing by: whereof I reckon of great Apollo's priest; and that, since then, The casting forth to crows thy baby daughter, You have not dar'd to break the holy seal,
To be or none, or little; though a devil Nor read the secrets in't.
Would have shed water out of fire, ere don't : Cleom. Dion.
All this we swear. Nor is't directly laid to thee, the death Leon. Break up the seals, and read.
Of the young prince; whose honourable thoughts Offi. [Reads.) "Hermione is chaste, Polisenes (Thoughts high for one so tender,) cleft the heart blameless, Camillo a true subject, Leontes a jealous That could conceive, a gross and foolish sire (yrant, his innocent babe truly begotten ; and the king Blemish'd his gracious dam : this is not, no, shall live without an heir, if that, which is lost, be not Laid to thy answer: But the last -0, lords, found.
When I have said, cry, woe the queen, the Lords. Now blessed be the great Apollo !
Praised! The sweetest, dearest, creature's dead; and venLeon. Hast thou read truth.
geance for't offi.
Ay, my lord; even so Not dropp'd down yet. As it is here set down.
The higher powers forbid ! Leon. There is no truth at all i' the oracle:
Paul. I say, she's dead : I'll swear't: if word, The sessions shall proceed; this is mere falsehood.]
Prevail not, go and see: if you can bring
Tincture, or lustre, in her lip, her eye,
Heat outwardly, or breath within, l'll serve you Leon.
What is the business? As I would do the gods,But, O thou tyrant! Serv. O sir, I shall be hated to report it:
Do not repent these things; for they are heavier The prince your son, with mere conceit and fear Than all thy woes can stir: therefore betake thee Or the queen's speed, is gone.
To nothing but despair. A thousand knees
Ten thousand years together, naked, fasting,
Is dead. Upon a barren mountain, and still winter Leon. Apollo's angry; and the heavens them. In storm perpetual, could not move the gods selves
To look that way thou wert. Do strike at my injustice. (Hermione faints.] How Leon.
Go on, go on : now there?
Thou canst not speak too much; I have deservid Paul. This news is mortal to the queen :-Look All tongues to talk their bitterest. down,
Say no more And see what death is doing.
Howe'er the business goes, you have made fault Leon.
Take her hence. I'the boldness of your speech. Her heart is but o'ercharg'd; she will recover. Paul.
I am sorry for't ; I have too much believ'd mine own suspicion :- All faults I make, when I shall come to know 'Beseech you, tenderly apply to her
them, Some remedies for life.-Apollo, pardon
I do repent : Alas, I have show'd too much (Exeunt Paulina and Ladies, with Herm. The rashness of a woman : he is touch'd My great profaneness 'gainst thine oracle !
To the noble heart.-What's gone, and what's past 111 reconcile me to Polixenes;
help, New woo my queen ; recall the good Camillo ; Should be past grief: Do not receive affliction Whom I proclaim a man of truth, of mercy. At my petition, I beseech you; rather For, being transported by my jealousies
Let me be punish'd, that have minded you To bloody thoughts and to revenge, I chose Of what you should forget. Now, good my liege. Camillo for the minister, to poison
Sir, royal sir, forgive a foolish woman: My friend Polixenes: which had been done,
The love I bore your queen,-lo, fool, again! But that the good mind of Camillo tardied
I'll speak of her no more, nor of your children My swift command, though I with death, and with I'll not remember you of my own lord, Reward, did threaten and encourage him,
Who is lost too: Take your patience to you, Not doing it, and being done: he, most humane, | And I'll say nothing.