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The Complete Works of William Shakespeare - Israel Gollancz William Shakespeare [1158]

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LEONTES.

Hast thou read truth?

OFFICER.

Ay, my lord; even so

As it is here set down.

LEONTES.

There is no truth at all i' th' oracle.

The sessions shall proceed. This is mere falsehood.

Enter a SERVANT

SERVANT.

My lord the King, the King!

LEONTES.

What is the business?

SERVANT.

O sir, I shall be hated to report it:

The Prince your son, with mere conceit and fear

Of the Queen's speed, is gone.

LEONTES.

How! Gone?

SERVANT.

Is dead.

LEONTES.

Apollo's angry; and the heavens themselves

Do strike at my injustice. [HERMIONE swoons]

How now, there!

PAULINA.

This news is mortal to the Queen. Look down

And see what death is doing.

LEONTES.

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.

Exeunt PAULINA and LADIES with HERMIONE

Apollo, pardon

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

Thorough my rust! And how his piety

Does my deeds make the blacker!

Re-enter PAULINA

PAULINA.

Woe the while!

O, cut my lace, lest my heart, cracking it,

Break too!

FIRST LORD.

What fit is this, good lady?

PAULINA.

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- O, 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 ingrateful. Nor was't much

Thou wouldst have poison'd good Camillo's honour,

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

Would have shed water out of fire ere done't;

Nor is't directly laid to thee, the death

Of the young Prince, whose honourable thoughts-

Thoughts high for one so tender- cleft the heart

That could conceive a gross and foolish sire

Blemish'd his gracious dam. This is not, no,

Laid to thy answer; but the last- O lords,

When I have said, cry 'Woe!'- the Queen, the Queen,

The sweet'st, dear'st creature's dead; and vengeance

For't not dropp'd down yet.

FIRST LORD.

The higher pow'rs forbid!

PAULINA.

I say she's dead; I'll swear't. If word nor oath

Prevail not, go and see. If you can bring

Tincture or lustre in her lip, her eye,

Heat outwardly or breath within, I'll serve you

As I would do the gods. But, O thou tyrant!

Do not repent these things, for they are heavier

Than all thy woes can stir; therefore betake thee

To nothing but despair. A thousand knees

Ten thousand years together, naked, fasting,

Upon a barren mountain, and still winter

In storm perpetual, could not move the gods

To look that way thou wert.

LEONTES.

Go on, go on.

Thou canst not speak too much; I have deserv'd

All tongues to talk their bitt'rest.

FIRST LORD.

Say no more;

Howe'er the business goes, you have made fault

I' th' boldness of your speech.

PAULINA.

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

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