Thy by-gone fooleries were but spices of it. When I have said, cry, woe!-the queen, the queen, The sweetest, dearest creature's dead; and ven geance for 't Not dropp'd down yet. 1 Lord. The higher powers forbid! Pau. I say, she's dead; I'll swear't: if word nor oath Prevail not, go and see: if you can bring Ten thousand years together, naked, fasting, Go on, go on : Leon. Thou canst not speak too much; I have deserved All tongues to talk their bitterest. 1 Lord. Say no more; Howe'er the business goes, you have made fault I' the boldness of your speech. I am sorry for 't: Pau. 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. children; The love I bore your queen,—lo, fool again!— Take your patience to you, And I'll say nothing. Leon. Thou didst speak but well, When most the truth; which I receive much better 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, [Exeunt SCENE III. Bohemia. A desert country near the sea. Enter ANTIGONUS, with the Child, and a MARINER. Ant. Thou art perfect 1 then, our ship hath touch'd upon The deserts of Bohemia? Mar Ay, 7, 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; Look to thy bark; I'll not be long, before I call upon thee. Mar. Make your best haste; and go not Too far i' the land: 'tis like to be loud weather: Besides, this place is famous for the creatures 1 Well assured. I have heard, (but not believed) the spirits of the dead May walk again: if such thing be, thy mother 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 |