SHAKESPEARE ON DISK. THE WINTER'S TALE. ACT III. SCENE I. [Sicilia. A street in some town.] [Enter CLEOMENES and DION.] CLEOMENES. The climate's delicate; the air most sweet; 3/1/1 Fertile the isle; the temple much surpassing The common praise it bears. DION. I shall report, For most it caught me, the celestial habits- Methinks I so should term them- and the reverence Of the grave wearers. O, the sacrifice! How ceremonious, solemn, and unearthly It was i' the offering! CLEOMENES. But, of all, the burst And the ear-deafening voice o' the oracle, Kin to Jove's thunder, so surprised my sense, 3/1/10 That I was nothing. DION. If the event o' the journey Prove as successful to the queen,- O, be't so!- As it has been to us rare, pleasant, speedy, The time is worth the use on't. CLEOMENES. Great Apollo Turn all to the best! These proclamations, So forcing faults upon Hermione, I little like. DION. The violent carriage of it Will clear or end the business: when the oracle- Thus by Apollo's great divine seal'd up- Shall the contents discover, something rare 3/1/20 Even then will rush to knowledge.- Go; fresh horses! And gracious be the issue! [Exeunt.] SCENE II. [A court of justice.] [Enter LEONTES, LORDS, and OFFICERS.] LEONTES. This sessions- to our great grief, we pronounce- 3/2/1 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 Proceed in justice; which shall have due course, Even to the guilt or the purgation.- Produce the prisoner. FIRST OFFICER. It is his highness' pleasure that the queen Appear in person here in court. Silence! 3/2/10 [HERMIONE is brought in guarded; PAULINA and LADIES attending.] LEONTES. Read the indictment. FIRST OFFICER [reads]. "Hermione, queen to the worthy Leontes, king of Sicilia, thou art here accused and arraign'd 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, 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." 3/2/20 HERMIONE. Since what I am to say must be but that 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, 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 3/2/30 Tremble at patience. You, my lord, best know, 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,- 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 3/2/40 Who please to come and hear. For life, I prize it 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, How merited to be so; since he came, With what encounter so uncurrent I Have strain'd, t'appear thus: if one jot beyond The bound of honour, or in act or will 3/2/50 That way inclining, harden'd be the hearts Of all that hear me, and my near'st of kin Cry "Fie" upon my grave! LEONTES. I ne'er heard yet That any of these bolder vices wanted Less impudence to gainsay what they did Than to perform it first. HERMIONE. That's true enough; Though 'tis a saying, sir, not due to me. LEONTES. You will not own it. HERMIONE. More than mistress of Which comes to me in name of fault, I must not At all acknowledge. For Polixenes,- 3/2/60 With whom I am accused,- I do confess 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 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, 3/2/70 I know not how it tastes; though it be dish'd 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. LEONTES. You knew of his departure, as you know What you have underta'en to do in's absence. HERMIONE. Sir, You speak a language that I understand not: My life stands in the level of your dreams, 3/2/80 Which I'll lay down. LEONTES. Your actions are my dreams; 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, 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. 3/2/90 HERMIONE. Sir, spare your threats: The bug which you would fright me with I seek. 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 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 3/2/100 Proclaimed a strumpet; with immodest hatred 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, That I should fear to die? Therefore, proceed. But yet hear this; mistake me not:- for life, I prize it not a straw; but for mine honour, Which I would free, if I shall be condemn'd 3/2/110 Upon surmises, all proofs sleeping else, 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, And in Apollo's name, his oracle. [Exeunt certain OFFICERS.] HERMIONE. The Emperor of Russia was my father: O, that he were alive, and here beholding His daughter's trial! that he did but see 3/2/120 The flatness of my misery,- yet with eyes Of pity, not revenge! [Enter OFFICERS, with CLEOMENES and DION.] FIRST OFFICER. 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 Of great Apollo's priest; and that, since then, You have not dared to break the holy seal, Nor read the secrets in't. CLEOMENES and DION. All this we swear. LEONTES. Break up the seals, and read. 3/2/130 FIRST OFFICER [reads]. "Hermione is chaste; Polixenes blameless; 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! HERMIONE. Praised! LEONTES. Hast thou read truth? FIRST OFFICER. Ay, my lord; even so As it is here set down. LEONTES. There is no truth at all i' the oracle: The sessions shall proceed: this is mere falsehood. [Enter an ATTENDANT hastily.] ATTENDANT. My lord the king, the king! 3/2/140 LEONTES. What is the business? ATTENDANT. 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! ATTENDANT. Is dead. LEONTES. Apollo's angry; and the heavens themselves Do strike at my injustice. [HERMIONE faints.] 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'ercharged; she will recover:- I have too much believed mine own suspicion:- Beseech you, tenderly apply to her 3/2/150 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 3/2/160 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! 3/2/170 [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, 3/2/180 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 3/2/190 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. 3/2/200 FIRST LORD. The higher powers 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 3/2/210 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 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. 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 of a woman! he is touch'd To the noble heart.- What's gone, and what's past help, 3/2/220 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. 3/2/230 LEONTES. Thou didst speak but well, When most the truth; which I receive much better 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 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 3/2/240 To these sorrows. [Exeunt.] SCENE III. [Bohemia. A desert country near the sea.] [Enter ANTIGONUS with the CHILD, and a MARINER.] ANTIGONUS. Thou art perfect, then, our ship hath touch'd upon 3/3/1 The deserts of Bohemia? MARINER. 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, And frown upon's. ANTIGONUS. Their sacred wills be done!- Go, get aboard; Look to thy bark: I'll not be long before I call upon thee. MARINER. Make your best haste; and go not 3/3/10 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. ANTIGONUS. Go thou away: I'll follow instantly. MARINER. I am glad at heart To be rid so o' the business. [Exit.] ANTIGONUS. Come, poor babe:- 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; 3/3/20 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 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,- 3/3/30 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 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, 3/3/40 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 Of its right father.- Blossom, speed thee well! [Laying down the CHILD, with a scroll.] 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.- [Thunder.] The storm begins:- poor wretch, That, for thy mother's fault, art thus exposed 3/3/50 To loss and what may follow!- Weep I cannot, But my heart bleeds: and most accurs'd 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 The heavens so dim by day.- A savage clamour!- [Noise of hunters, dogs, and bears within.] Well may I get aboard!- This is the chase: I am gone for ever. [Exit, pursued by a bear.] [Enter an old SHEPHERD.] SHEPHERD. I would there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty, or that youth would sleep out the rest; for there is nothing 3/3/60 in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting- Hark you now!- Would any but these boil'd 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 of ivy. Good luck, an't be thy will! what have we here? [Seeing the CHILD.] 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 can read waiting- 3/3/70 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! CLOWN [within]. Hilloa, loa! SHEPHERD. What, art so near? If thou'lt see a thing to talk on when thou art dead and rotten, come hither. [Enter CLOWN.] What ail'st thou, man? CLOWN. I have seen two such sights, by sea and by land!- but I am 3/3/80 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. SHEPHERD. Why, boy, how is it? CLOWN. 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, 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 mainmast, and anon swallow'd 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; 3/3/90 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-dragon'd it:- but, first, how the poor souls roar'd, and the sea mock'd them;- and how the poor gentleman roar'd, and the bear mock'd him, both roaring louder than the sea or weather. SHEPHERD. Name of mercy, when was this, boy? CLOWN. Now, now; I have not wink'd 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. 3/3/100 SHEPHERD. Would I had been by, to have help'd the nobleman. CLOWN. I would you had been by the ship-side, to have help'd her: there your charity would have lack'd footing. SHEPHERD. Heavy matters! heavy matters! but look thee here, boy. Now bless thyself: thou met'st with things dying, I 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? 3/3/110 CLOWN. You're a made old man: if the sins of your youth are forgiven you, you're well to live. Gold! all gold! SHEPHERD. 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.- Let my sheep go:- come, good boy, the next way home. CLOWN. 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. 3/3/120 SHEPHERD. That's a good deed. If thou mayst discern by that which is left of him what he is, fetch me to the sight of him. CLOWN. Marry, will I; and you shall help to put him i' the ground. SHEPHERD. 'Tis a lucky day, boy, and we'll do good deeds on't. [Exeunt.] ACT III. END.