That my ability may undergo, And nobleness impose: at least thus much: Leon. It shall be possible. Ant. Swear by this sword bidding. I will, my lord. Leon. Mark and perform it: seest thou? for the fail 170 Of any point in 't shall not only be Death to thyself but to thy lewd-tongued wife, Whom for this time we pardon. We enjoin thee, As thou art liege-man to us, that thou carry This female bastard hence, and that thou bear it To some remote and desert place, quite out Of our dominions; and that there thou leave it, Without more mercy, to it own protection And favour of the climate. As by strange fortune It came to us, I do in justice charge thee, On thy soul's peril and thy body's torture, That thou commend it strangely to some place Where chance may nurse or end it. Take it Ant. I swear to do this, though a present death Had been more merciful. Come on, poor babe: Some powerful spirit instruct the kites and ravens To be thy nurses! Wolves and bears, they say, up. 180 Leon. Casting their savageness aside have done Like offices of pity. Sir, be prosperous In more than this deed does require! And blessing 191 Poor thing, condemn'd to loss! [Exit with the child. Another's issue. Serv. Enter a Servant. Please your highness, posts From those you sent to the oracle are come An hour since: Cleomenes and Dion, Being well arrived from Delphos, are both landed, First Lord. Leon. So please you, sir, their speed Twenty three days Hath been beyond account. They have been absent: 'tis good speed; foretells The truth of this appear. Prepare you, lords; Leave me, 200 [Exeunt. Act Third. Scene I. A seaport in Sicilia. Enter Cleomenes and Dion. Cleo. The climate 's delicate, the air most sweet, Dion. Cleo. Dion. I shall report, For most it caught me, the celestial habits, Methinks I so should term them, and the reverence How ceremonious, solemn and unearthly But of all, the burst And the ear-deafening voice o' the oracle, If the event o' the journey Prove as successful to the queen,—O be 't so !— The time is worth the use on 't. IO Cleo. Dion. Great Apollo Turn all to the best! These proclamations, I little like. The violent carriage of it Will clear or end the business: when the oracle, Shall the contents discover, something rare 20 Even then will rush to knowledge. Go: fresh horses! Scene II. A court of Justice. Enter Leontes, Lords, and Officers. [Exeunt. Leon. This sessions, to our great grief we pronounce, Proceed in justice, which shall have due course, Produce the prisoner. Off. It is his highness' pleasure that the queen Appear in person here in court. Silence ! ΙΟ Enter Hermione guarded; Paulina and Ladies attending. Leon. Read the indictment. Off. [reads] Hermione, queen to the worthy Her. Since what I am to say must be but that The testimony on my part no other 20 But what comes from myself, it shall scarce boot me Being counted falsehood, shall, as I express it, I doubt not then but innocence shall make Tremble at patience. You, my lord, best know, 30 |