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Thou canst not speak too much; I have deserv'd
All tongues to talk their bitterest.

Pho. Say no more;

Howe'er the business goes, you have made fault
I' the boldness of your speech.

Paul. I'm 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,

Who is lost too: 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,

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
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,
And lead me to these sorrows,

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.

Bohemia.

A desert Country, near the Sea.

Enter ANTIGONUS, with the CHILD, 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!

aboard; Look to thy bark; I'll not be long, before I call upon thee.

-Go, get

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
Of prey, that keep upon't.

Ant. Go thou away—

I'll follow instantly.

Mar. I am glad at heart To be so rid o'the business.

Ant. Come, poor babe:

[Exit MARINER.

I've heard (but not believ'd) the spirits of the dead
May walk again: if such thing be, thy mother
Appear'd to me last night; for ne'er was dream
So like a waking. To me comes a creature,

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