And in Apollo's name, his oracle. [Exeunt certain Officers. father: Her. The emperor of Ruffia was my Re-enter Officers, with CLEOMENES and DION. Been both at Delphos; and from thence have brought Cleo. Dion. All this we fwear. Leon. Break up the feals, and read. Off. [reads.] Hermione is chafte, Polixenes blameless, Camillo a true fubject, Leontes a jealous tyrant, his innocent babe truly begotten; and the king shall live without an heir, if that, which is loft, be not found. Lords. Now bleffed be the great Apollo ! Her. Leon. Haft thou read truth? Ofi. As it is here fet down. Praised! Ay, my lord; even fo Leon. There is no truth at all i'the oracle: The feffions shall proceed; this is mere falsehood. Enter a Servant, haftily. Serv. My lord the king, the king! Leon. What is the business? Serv. O fir, I fhall be hated to report it : Leon. How! gone? 05 7 That is, how low, how flat I am laid by my calamity. JOHNSON. Of the event of the queen's trial: so we still say, he sped well or ill. Is JOHNSON. Serv. Is dead. Leon. Apollo's angry; and the heavens themselves Do ftrike at my injuftice. [HERMIONE faints.] How now there? Paul. This news is mortal to the queen :-Look down, Leon. Some remedies for life.-Apollo, pardon [Exeunt PAULINA and ladies, with HERMIONE. My great profanenefs 'gainst thine oracle!- New woo my queen; recall the good Camillo ; My friend Polixenes which had been done, Not doing it, and being done: he, most humane, No richer than his honour:-How he glifters Paul. Re-enter PAULINA. Woe the while! O, cut my lace; left my heart, cracking it, 1. Lord. 9 This vehement retraction of Leontes, accompanied with the confeffion of more crimes than he was fufpected of, is agreeable to our daily experience of the viciffitudes of violent tempers, and the eruptions of minds oppreffed with guilt. JoNSON. 1. Lord. What fit is this, good lady? Paul. What ftudied torments, tyrant, haft for me? More monftrous ftanding by: whereof I reckon 2 I have ventured at a flight alteration here, against the authority of all the copies, and for fool read-foul. It is certainly too grofs and blunt in Paulina, though the might impeach the king of fooleries in fome of his paft actions and conduct, to call him downright a fool. And, it is much more pardonable in her to arraign his morals, and the qualities of his mind, than rudely to call him idiot to his face. THEOBALD. -fbow thee of a fool,] So all the copies. We should read: -fhow thee off, a foul, i. e. reprefent thee in thy true colours; a fool, an inconftant, &c. WARBURTON. Poor Mr. Theobald's courtly remark cannot be thought to deferve much notice. Dr. Warburton too might have fpared his fagacity, if he had remembered that the present reading, by a mode of fpeech anciently much used, means only, It show'd thee first a fool, then inconftant and ungrateful. JOHNSON. Damnable is here ufed adverbially. MALONE. 3 How fhould Paulina know this? No one had charged the king with this crime except himself, while Paulina was abfent, attending on Hermione. The poet feems to have forgotten this circumftance. MALONE. 4 i, e. a devil would have fhed tears of pity o'er the damn'd, ere he would have committed fuch an action. STEVENS. Of the young prince; whofe honourable thoughts 1. Lord. you The higher powers forbid! Leon. 1. Lord. Paul. I am forry for't; 5 All faults I make, when I fhall come to know them, I do repent: Alas, I have show'd too much The rafhnefs of a woman: he is touch'd To the noble heart. What's gone, and what's past help, At my petition, I befeech you; rather Let me be punish'd, that have minded you Of what you should forget. Now, good my liege, Sir, royal fir, forgive a foolish woman: The love I bore your queen,-lo, foul again! I'll This is another inftance of the fudden chings incident to vehment and ungovern, ble minds. JOHNSEN. I'll fpeak of her no more, nor of your children; Leon. Nature will bear up with this exercise, SCENE III. Bohemia. A defert country near the fea. [Exeunt. Enter ANTIGONUS, with the Child; and a Mariner. Ant. Thou art perfect then, our fhip hath touch'd upon The deferts of Bohemia ? Mar. Ant. I call upon thee. Mar. Make your belt hafte; and go not Too far i'the land 'tis like to be loud weather Befides • Perfect is often ufed by Shakspeare for certain, well ofjured, o: well informed. JOHNSON. 5.5 is fo ufed by almost all our ancient writers. STEEVENS. |