Paul. Re-enter PAULINA. Woe the while! O, cut my lace; lest my heart, cracking it, Break too! 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 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 ungrateful: nor was't much, Thou would'st 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 don't': Nor is't directly laid to thee, the death Of the young prince; whose honourable thoughts vicissitudes of violent tempers, and the eruptions of minds oppressed with guilt. JOHNSON. 8 Thou wouldst 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. 9 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. (Thoughts high for one so tender,) cleft the heart for't Not dropp'd 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 Leon. 1 Lord. Say no more; Howe'er the business goes, you have made fault Paul. 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 9 I am sorry for't;] This is another instance of the sudden changes incident to vehement and ungovernable minds. At my petition, I beseech you; rather Of what you should forget. Now, good my liege, The love I bore your queen,—lo, fool, again !— Who is lost too: Take your patience to you, Leon. Thou didst speak but well, Our shame perpetual: Once a day I'll visit Nature will bear up with this exercise, So long I daily vow to use it. Come, [Exeunt. SCENE III. Bohemia. A desert Country near the Sea. Enter ANTIGONUS, with the Child; and a Mariner. Ant. Thou art perfect then', our ship hath touch'd upon The deserts of Bohemia? Mar. Thou art perfect then,] Perfect is often used for certain, well assured, or well informed, by almost all our ancient writers. The heavens with that we have in hand are angry, And frown upon us. Ant. Their sacred wills be done !-Go, get aboard; Mar. Make your best haste; and go not I have heard, (but not believ'd,) the spirits of the dead So fill'd and so becoming: in pure white robes, My cabin where I lay: thrice bow'd before me; There weep, and leave it crying; and, for the babe I pr'ythee, call't: for this ungentle business, I did in time collect myself; and thought Yet, for this once, yea, superstitiously, [Laying down the Child. 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: wretch, That, for thy mother's fault, art thus expos'd Poor The day frowns more and more; thou art like to have The heavens so dim by day. A savage clamour ?-- I am gone for ever. [Exit, pursued by a bear. Enter an old Shepherd. Shep. I would, there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty; or that youth would sleep out the rest for there 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, than the master; if any where I have them, 'tis by the sea-side, browzing on ivy. Good luck, an't be thy will! what have we here? [Taking up the Child.] Mercy 2 thy character:] Thy description; i. e. the writing afterwards discovered with Perdita. |