Act Iii. Scene I.] Act Ii. Scene Iv. Theobald Conj.

A sea-port....] Edd. A part of Sicily near the seaside. Theobald. The same. A street in some town. Capell.

Enter C. and D.] Enter C., D., and an Attendant. S. Walker conj.

isle] soil Hanmer (Warburton conj.).

I shall report,] It shames report. Warburton.

For most] Foremost Warburton.

it] they Hanmer.

time ... use] use ... time Hanmer (Warburton).

SCENE II. 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 beloved. Let us be clear'd Of being tyrannous, since we so openly 5 Proceed in justice, which shall have due course, Even to the guilt or the purgation. Produce the prisoner.

Off. It is his highness' pleasure that the queen Appear in person here in court. Silence! 10

Enter HERMIONE guarded; PAULINA and Ladies attending.

Leon. Read the indictment.

Off. [reads] 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, 15 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 20 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, 25 Be so received. But thus, if powers divine Behold our human actions, as they do, I doubt not then but innocence shall make False accusation blush, and tyranny Tremble at patience. You, my lord, best know, 30 Who least will seem to do so, my past life Hath been as continent, as chaste, as true, As I am now unhappy; which is more Than history can pattern, though devised And play'd to take spectators. For behold me 35 A fellow of the royal bed, which owe A moiety of the throne, a great king's daughter, The mother to a hopeful prince, here standing To prate and talk for life and honour 'fore Who please to come and hear. For life, I prize it 40 As I weigh grief, which I would spare: for honour, 'Tis a derivative from me to mine, And only that I stand for. I appeal To your own conscience, sir, before Polixenes Came to your court, how I was in your grace, 45 How merited to be so; since he came, With what encounter so uncurrent I Have strain'd, to appear thus: if one jot beyond The bound of honour, or in act or will That way inclining, harden'd be the hearts 50 Of all that hear me, and my near'st of kin Cry fie upon my grave!

Leon. I ne'er heard yet That any of these bolder vices wanted Less impudence to gainsay what they did Than to perform it first.

Her. That's true enough; 55 Though 'tis a saying, sir, not due to me.

Leon. You will not own it.

Her. More than mistress of Which comes to me in name of fault, I must not At all acknowledge. For Polixenes, With whom I am accused, I do confess 60 I loved him as in honour he required, With such a kind of love as might become A lady like me, with a love even such, So and no other, as yourself commanded: Which not to have done I think had been in me 65 Both disobedience and ingratitude To you and toward your friend; whose love had spoke, Even since it could speak, from an infant, freely That it was yours. Now, for conspiracy, I know not how it tastes; though it be dish'd 70 For me to try how: all I know of it Is that Camillo was an honest man; And why he left your court, the gods themselves, Wotting no more than I, are ignorant.

Leon. You knew of his departure, as you know 75 What you have underta'en to do in's absence.

Her. Sir, You speak a language that I understand not: My life stands in the level of your dreams, Which I'll lay down.

Leon. Your actions are my dreams; 80 You had a bastard by Polixenes, And I but dream'd it. As you were past all shame,-- Those of your fact are so,--so past all truth: Which to deny concerns more than avails; for as Thy brat hath been cast out, like to itself, 85 No father owning it,--which is, indeed, More criminal in thee than it,--so thou Shalt feel our justice, in whose easiest passage Look for no less than death.

Her. Sir, spare your threats: The bug which you would fright me with I seek. 90 To me can life be no commodity: The crown and comfort of my life, your favour, I do give lost; for I do feel it gone, But know not how it went. My second joy And first-fruits of my body, from his presence 95 I am barr'd, like one infectious. My third comfort, Starr'd most unluckily, is from my breast, The innocent milk in it most innocent mouth, Haled out to murder: myself on every post Proclaimed a strumpet: with immodest hatred 100 The child-bed privilege denied, which 'longs To women of all fashion; lastly, hurried Here to this place, i' the open air, before I have got strength of limit. Now, my liege, Tell me what blessings I have here alive, 105 That I should fear to die? Therefore proceed. But yet hear this; mistake me not; no life, I prize it not a straw, but for mine honour, Which I would free, if I shall be condemn'd Upon surmises, all proofs sleeping else 110 But what your jealousies awake, I tell you 'Tis rigour and not law. Your honours all, I do refer me to the oracle: Apollo be my judge!

First Lord. This your request Is altogether just: therefore bring forth, 115 And in Apollo's name, his oracle. [Exeunt certain Officers.

Her. The Emperor of Russia was my father: O that he were alive, and here beholding His daughter's trial! that he did but see The flatness of my misery, yet with eyes 120 Of pity, not revenge!

Re-enter Officers, with CLEOMENES and DION.

Off. You here shall swear upon this sword of justice, That you, Cleomenes and Dion, have Been both at Delphos, and from thence have brought This seal'd-up oracle, by the hand deliver'd 125 Of great Apollo's priest and that since then You have not dared to break the holy seal Nor read the secrets in't.

Cleo. Dion. All this we swear.

Leon. Break up the seals and read.

Off. [reads] Hermione is chaste; Polixenes blameless; 130 Camillo a true subject; Leontes a jealous tyrant; his innocent babe truly begotten; and the king shall live without an heir, if that which is lost be not found.

Lords. Now blessed be the great Apollo!

Her. Praised!

Leon. Hast thou read truth?

Off. Ay, my lord; even so 135 As it is here set down.

Leon. There is no truth at all i' the oracle: The sessions shall proceed: this is mere falsehood.

Enter Servant.

Serv. My lord the king, the king!

Leon. What is the business?

Serv. O sir, I shall be hated to report it! 140 The prince your son, with mere conceit and fear Of the queen's speed, is gone.

Leon. How! gone!

Serv. Is dead.

Leon. Apollo's angry; and the heavens themselves Do strike at my injustice. [Hermione faints.] How now there!

Paul. This news is mortal to the queen: look down 145 And see what death is doing.

Leon. Take her hence: Her heart is but o'ercharged; she will recover: I have too much believed mine own suspicion: Beseech you, tenderly apply to her Some remedies for life. [Exeunt Paulina and Ladies, with Hermione.

Apollo, pardon 150 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 155 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 160 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 hazard 165 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.

Paul. Woe the while! O, cut my lace, lest my heart, cracking it, Break too! 170

First 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 175 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 180 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, 185 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: 190 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, 195 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 powers forbid!

Paul. I say she's dead, I'll swear't. If word nor oath 200 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 205 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 210 To look that way thou wert.

Leon. Go on, go on: Thou canst not speak too much; I have deserved All tongues to talk their bitterest.

First Lord. Say no more: Howe'er the business goes, you have made fault I' the boldness of your speech.

Paul. I am sorry for't: 215 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 220 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! 225 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 230 Than to be pitied of thee. Prithee, 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 235 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. [Exeunt. 240

LINENOTES:

SCENE II. A court....] Scene represents a Court of Justice. Theobald.]

Enter...] Enter Leontes, Lords, Officers: Hermione (as to her Triall), Ladies: Cleomines, Dion. Ff.

At the upper End, a Throne; Lords, on either Hand, Judges, and other Officers, seated; People attending. Enter Leontes, and train of Lords, to his Throne. Capell.

sessions] session Theobald.

pronounce] pronounce it Keightley conj.

Even] Ever Anon. conj.

Silence!] See note (VIII).

Enter...] Hermione is brought in, guarded; Pauline, and Ladies, attending. Theobald. om. Ff.

Off. [reads]. Capell. Officer. Ff.

circum stances] F1. circumstance F2 F3 F4.

accusation] F1. accusations F2 F3 F4.

Who] Rowe. Whom Ff.

owe] owes Steevens (1785).

prate] plead Keightley conj.

grief] See note (IX).

which .. spare:] (which ... spare) Ff.

I Have strain'd] have I Been stain'd Johnson conj. I Have stray'd Collier (Mason conj.).

bound] bounds Rowe.

these] those F4.

That's] That is Rowe.

mistress of] I'm mistress of Hanmer. misreport or misprision Anon. conj. A line omitted. Anon. conj.

Which] What Rowe. That Seymour conj.

toward] F1 F2. towards F3 F4.

friend] F1. friends F2 F3 F4.

Even] Ever Long MS.

fact] pack Johnson conj. sect Farmer conj. pact Anon. conj.

fact are so,--so past] fact are] so you're past] Hanmer.

Which to deny] To deny Capell.

brat hath been] brat's Hanmer, reading for as ... itself as one line.

like] left Keightley conj.

me] we Capell (corrected in MS.).

And] The Rowe (ed. 2).

I am] I'm Pope.

it] Ff. its Rowe. See note (VII).

strumpet: ... hatred] strumpet ... hatred; Hanmer.

limit] F1 F2. limbs F3 F4. limbs. And Hanmer. limb. And Johnson conj.

no life,] no! life, Hanmer. my life, Grant White. for life, Keightley conj.

SCENE III. Pope.

Re-enter....] Re-enter Officers, with C. and D., bringing in the Oracle. Capell. Enter Dion and Cleomenes. F2 F3 F4 (at line 114). om. F1.

this] F1. the F2 F3 F4.

chaste] cast F2.

it is] om. Hanmer.

truth] the truth Hanmer. true Jervis conj.

sessions] session Theobald.

Enter Servant.] Rowe. om. Ff. Enter a Gentleman, hastily. Capell.

H. faints.] Rowe.

How now there!] How now there? Ff. How now? there!Johnson.

SCENE IV. Pope.

great] to be great Anon. conj.

hazard] F1. certain hazard F2 F3 F4. fearful hazard Rann conj. doubtful hazard Malone conj. hazarding Anon. conj.

Thorough my] Malone. Through my F1. Through my dark F2 F3 F4.

SCENE V. Pope.

Re-enter P.] Re-enter P., hastily. Capell. Enter P. Rowe. om. Ff.

lest] F3 F4. least F1 F2.

racks? fires?] what racks? what fires? Keightley conj.

flaying? boiling?] F1. flaying?] boyling? burning, F2 F3 F4. flaying, rather! boiling Capell. flaying, burning, boiling Collier MS.

leads or oils] lead or oil S. Walker conj.

newer] F1. new F2 F3 F4.

every] F1. very F2 F3 F4.

but] om. Theobald.

of] F1. for F2 F3 F4.

thee, of a fool,] Ff. thee of a soul Theobald. thee off, a fool, Warburton.

damnable] damnably Long MS.

ingrateful] ungrateful Rann.

to crows] of crows F4.

thy] F1. the F2 F3 F4.

sweet'st, dear'st] sweetest Hanmer.

Do] F1. Dot F2. Dost F3 F4.

woes] vows Hanmer.

I have] I've Pope.

receive] revive Staunton conj.

my petition] my relation Singer conj. repetition Collier (Collier MS.).

petition; ... you,] F1. petition ... you, F2 F3 F4. petition,... you; Rowe.

Who is] Who's S. Walker conj.

take your] take you your Rowe (ed. 2).

To] Unto S. Walker conj.

sorrows] my sorrows Hanmer.

SCENE III. Bohemia. A desert country near the sea.

Enter ANTIGONUS with a Child, and a Mariner.

Ant. Thou art perfect, then, our ship hath touch'd 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 5 And frown upon's.

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 10 Too far i' the land: 'tis like to be loud weather; Besides, this place is famous for the creatures Of prey that keep upon't.

Ant. Go thou away: I'll follow instantly.

Mar. I am glad at heart To be so rid o' the business. [Exit.

Ant. Come, poor babe: 15 I have heard, but not believed, the spirits o' the dead May walk again: if such thing be, thy mother Appear'd to me last night, for ne'er was dream So like a waking. To me comes a creature, Sometimes her head on one side, some another; 20 I never saw a vessel of like sorrow, So fill'd and so becoming: in pure white robes, Like very sanctity, she did approach My cabin where I lay; thrice bow'd before me, And gasping to begin some speech, her eyes 25 Became two spouts: the fury spent, anon Did this break from her: 'Good Antigonus, Since fate, against thy better disposition, Hath made thy person for the thrower-out Of my poor babe, according to thine oath, 30 Places remote enough are in Bohemia, There weep and leave it crying; and, for the babe Is counted lost for ever, Perdita, I prithee, call't. For this ungentle business, Put on thee by my lord, thou ne'er shalt see 35 Thy wife Paulina more.' And so, with shrieks, She melted into air. Affrighted much, I did in time collect myself, and thought This was so and no slumber. Dreams are toys: Yet for this once, yea, superstitiously, 40 I will be squared by this. I do believe Hermione hath suffer'd death; and that Apollo would, this being indeed the issue Of King Polixenes, it should here be laid, Either for life or death, upon the earth 45 Of its right father. Blossom, speed thee well! There lie, and there thy character: there these; 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 50 To loss and what may follow! Weep I cannot, But my heart bleeds; and most accursed am I To be by oath enjoin'd to this. Farewell! The day frowns more and more: thou'rt like to have A lullaby too rough: I never saw 55 The heavens so dim by day. A savage clamour! Well may I get aboard! This is the chase: I am gone for ever. [Exit, pursued by a bear.

Enter a Shepherd.

Shep. I would there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty, or that youth would sleep out the rest; for there 60 is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting--Hark you now! Would any but these boiled brains of nineteen and two-and-twenty hunt this weather? They have scared away two of my best sheep, which I fear the wolf will sooner find 65 than the master: if any where I have them, 'tis by the sea-side, browzing of ivy. Good luck, an't be thy will! what have we here? Mercy on's, a barne; a very pretty barne! A boy or a child, I wonder? A pretty one; a very pretty one: sure, some scape: though I am not bookish, yet I 70 can read waiting-gentlewoman in the scape. This has been some stair-work, some trunk-work, some behind-door-work: they were warmer that got this than the poor thing is here. I'll take it up for pity: yet I'll tarry till my son come; he hallooed but even now. Whoa, ho, hoa! 75

Enter Clown.

Clo. Hilloa, loa!

Shep. What, art so near? If thou'lt see a thing to talk on when thou art dead and rotten, come hither. What ailest thou, man?

Clo. I have seen two such sights, by sea and by land! 80 but I am not to say it is a sea, for it is now the sky: betwixt the firmament and it you cannot thrust a bodkin's point.

Shep. Why, boy, how is it?

Clo. I would you did but see how it chafes, how it rages, how it takes up the shore! but that's not to the point. O, 85 the most piteous cry of the poor souls! sometimes to see 'em, and not to see 'em; now the ship boring the moon with her main-mast, and anon swallowed with yest and froth, as you'ld thrust a cork into a hogshead. And then for the land-service, to see how the bear tore out his shoulder-bone; 90 how he cried to me for help and said his name was Antigonus, a nobleman. But to make an end of the ship, to see how the sea flap-dragoned it: but, first, how the poor souls roared, and the sea mocked them; and how the poor gentleman roared and the bear mocked him, both roaring louder 95 than the sea or weather.

Shep. Name of mercy, when was this, boy?

Clo. Now, now: I have not winked since I saw these sights: the men are not yet cold under water, nor the bear half dined on the gentleman: he's at it now. 100

Shep. Would I had been by, to have helped the old man!

Clo. I would you had been by the ship side, to have helped her: there your charity would have lacked footing.

Shep. Heavy matters! heavy matters! but look thee here, boy. Now bless thyself: thou mettest with things dying, I 105 with things new-born. Here's a sight for thee; look thee, a bearing-cloth for a squire's child! look thee here; take up, take up, boy; open't. So, let's see: it was told me I should be rich by the fairies. This is some changeling: open't. What's within, boy? 110

Clo. You're a made old man: if the sins of your youth are forgiven you, you're well to live. Gold! all gold!

Shep. This is fairy gold, boy, and 'twill prove so: up with't, keep it close: home, home, the next way. We are lucky, boy; and to be so still requires nothing but secrecy. 115 Let my sheep go: come, good boy, the next way home.

Clo. Go you the next way with your findings. I'll go see if the bear be gone from the gentleman and how much he hath eaten: they are never curst but when they are hungry: if there be any of him left, I'll bury it. 120

Shep. That's a good deed. If thou mayest discern by that which is left of him what he is, fetch me to the sight of him.

Clo. Marry, will I; and you shall help to put him i'the ground.

Shep.'Tis a lucky day, boy, and we'll do good deeds on't. 125 [Exeunt.

LINENOTES:

SCENE III.] SCENE VI. Pope.

Bohemia. A desert.... ] Malone. om. Ff. A desert Country; the Sea at a little distance. Rowe.

my lord] om. Hanmer.

We have] We've Pope.

upon's] upon us Capell.

Go, get] go get F1. get F2 F3 F4. get thee Rowe.

upon] on Hanmer.

I am] I'm Pope.

a waking] awaking Anon. conj.

on] F1. is on F2 F3 F4.

some] some' Capell.

another] on other Anon. conj.

becoming] becomming F1. o'er-running Collier (Collier MS.).

thrower-out] thower-out F1.

weep] wend Collier (Collier MS.).

so] sooth Warburton conj.

Polixenes] Polexenus F2.

its] it's Ff.

please ... pretty] please, both breed thee (pretty) Ff. please, both breed thee pretty, Reed (1813). please both breed thee, (pretty!) Staunton.

pretty] pretty one Rowe.

thou'rt] thou art F4.

Enter....] Ff. Enter an old Shepherd. Rowe. Enter a Shepherd. Crooke. Collier MS.

SCENE VII. Pope.

ten] thirteen Hanmer. sixteen Edd. conj. See note (X).

scared] scarr'd Ff.

an't] Pope (ed. 2). and't Ff.

thy will] F1. the will F2 F3 F4.

here?] here? [taking up the child. Rowe.

boy] god Grant White.

child] maid child Keightley conj.

hallooed] hallow'd F1 F2 F3. hollow'd F4.

Enter Clown.] Ff. Dyce puts it after hither, line 78.

Clo.] Clo. [within. Dyce. Clo. [without. Staunton.

takes] rakes Hanmer.

and not] and then not Capell.

for] om. Rowe (ed. 2).

gentleman] old gentleman Malone conj.

the old man] the nobleman Theobald. tho' old man Jackson conj.

would] would not Theobald conj.

ship] ship's Collier.

mettest] met'st F1 F2 F3. meet'st F4.

made] Theobald (L. H. conj.). mad Ff.

you're] you are F4.

'twill] will Theobald.

with't] with it Rowe (ed. 2).

sight] fight F1. See note (XI).