As it hath been to us rare, pleasant, speedy,
The time is worth the use on't.
CLEOMENES. Great Apollo
Turn all to th' best! These proclamations,
So forcing faults upon Hermione,
I little like.
DION. The
violentcarriage 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
Even then will rush to knowledge. Go; fresh horses.
And
gracious be the issue! Exeunt
SCENE II.
Sicilia. A court of justice
Enter LEONTES, LORDS, and OFFICERS
LEONTES. 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 belov'd. 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.
OFFICER. It is his Highness' pleasure that the Queen
Appear in person here in court.
Enter HERMIONE, as to her trial, PAULINA, and LADIES
Silence!
LEONTES. Read the indictment.
OFFICER. [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, thy royal husband: the
pretencewhereof being by
circumstances
partly laid open, thou, Hermione,
contrary to the
faith and
allegiance of true subject, didst
counsel and aid them,
for their better safety, to fly away by night.'
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 receiv'd. But thus- if pow'rs
divineBehold 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-
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 devis'd
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
hopefulprince- here standing
To prate and talk for life and honour fore
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
That way inclining, hard'ned 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,
With whom I am accus'd, I do confess
I lov'd him as in honour he requir'd;
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,
Ever 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
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,
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.
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-
Hal'd out to murder; myself on every post
Proclaim'd a strumpet; with immodest hatred
The child-bed
privilege denied, which 'longs
To women of all fashion;
lastly, hurried
Here to this place, i' th' 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: 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
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
The flatness of my
misery; yet with eyes
Of pity, not
revenge!
Re-enter OFFICERS, with CLEOMENES and DION
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 dar'd to break the holy seal
Nor read the secrets in't.
CLEOMENES, DION. All this we swear.
LEONTES. Break up the seals and read.
OFFICER. [Reads] 'Hermione is
chaste; Polixenes blameless;
Camillo a true subject; Leontes a
jealoustyrant; his
innocentbabe 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?
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