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The bug, which you would fright me with, I seek.
This your request
[Exeunt certain Officers Her. The emperor of Russia was my father: 0, that he were alive, and here beholding His daughter's trial! that he did but see
2 Starr'd most unluckily,] i. e. born under an inauspicious planet.
strength of limit.] Strength to pass the limits of the child-bed chanaber,
The flatness of my misery;* yet with eyes
Re-enter Officers, with CLEOMENES and Dion.
justice, That you, Cleomenes and Dion, have Been both at Delphos; and from thence have
All this we swear.
Offi. [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!
Ay, my lord; even so 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 a Servant, hastily.
What is the business?
4 The flatness of my misery;] That is, how low, how fiąt I am laid by my calamity. Johnson.
Of the queen's speed, is gone.
Is dead. Leon. Apollo's angry; and the heavens them
selves Do strike at my injustice. (HERMIONE faints.] How
now there? Paul. This news is mortal to the queen :-Look
Take her hence:
[Exeunt Paulina and Ladies, with HEKM.
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
of the queen's speed,] Of the event of the queen's trial: so we still say, he sped well or ill. JOHNSON,
commended,] i, e, committed.
Thorough my rust! and how his piety
Woe the while! 0, cut my lace; lest my heart, cracking it, Break too!
i Lord. What fit is this, good lady?
? Does my deeds make the blacker!] This vehement retraction of Leontes, accompanied with the confession of more crimes than he was suspected of, is agreeable to our daily experience of the vicis. situdes of violent tempers, and the eruptions of minds oppressed with guilt. JOHNSON.
8 Thou would'st 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 OR. Hermione. The poet seems to have forgotten this.
Would have shed water out of fire, ere don't :
queen, The sweetest, dearest, creature's dead; and ven
Not dropp'd down yet. 1 Lord.
The higher powers forbid ! Paul. I say, she's dead: I'll swear't: if word,
Go on, go on:
Say no more;
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.