1 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: 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 ; 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, Take your patience to you, Who is lost too : Leon. Thou didst speak but well, When most the truth, which I receive much better Will bear up with this exercise, so long I daily vow to use it. Come, and lead me [Exeunt ere done't: And damnable ungrateful: nor was't much, 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. 1 Lord. Paul. I The higher powers forbid! say she's dead; I'll swear't: if word, nor oath, Prevail not, go and see: if you can bring - Heat outwardly, or breath within, I'll serve you Leon. 15 That is, a devil would have shed tears of pity, ere he would have perpetrated such an action. 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, Alas! I have show'd too much I do repent. 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; 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! Who is lost too : Take your patience to you, Leon. Thou didst speak but well, When most the truth, which I receive much better Than to be pitied of thee. Pr'ythee, bring me To the dead bodies of my queen, and son. One grave shall be for both: upon them shall Will bear up with this exercise, so long Come, and lead me [Exeunt SCENE III. Bohemia. A desert Country near the Sea. Enter ANTIGONUS, with the Babe; 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, 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 o' the dead So fill'd, and so becoming: in pure white robes, That is, well assured. Like very sanctity, she did approach 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 I will be squar'd by this. I do believe Blossom, speed thee well! [Laying down a bundle. There lie; and there thy character: there these; Which may, if fortune please, both breed thee, pretty, And still rest thine. wretch, - The storm begins: — That for thy mother's fault art thus expos'd - Poor To loss, and what may follow!— Weep I cannot, But my heart bleeds; and most accurs'd am I, 2 That is, description. The writing afterward discovered with Perdita. |