Her. Since what I am to say, must be but that Which contradicts my accusation; and The testimony on my part, no other 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, A moiety of the throne, a great king's daughter, Who please to come and hear. For life, I prize it And only that I stand for. I appeal To your own conscience, sir, before Polixenes With what encounter so uncurrent I Have strain'd, to appear thus: if one jot beyond That way inclining; harden'd be the hearts t mine integrity, &c.] That is, my virtue being accounted wickedness, my assertion of it will pass but for a lie. Falsehood means both treachery and lie.— JOHNSON. spare:] i. e. Be quit of.-JOHNSON. 'Tis a derivative from me to mine,] This sentiment, which is probably borrowed from Ecclesiasticus, iii. 11, cannot be too often impressed on the female mind: "The glory of a man is from the honour of his father; and a mother in dishonour is a reproach unto her children."-STEE Vens. With what encounter so uncurrent I Have strain'd, to appear thus:] Uncurrent is here used in the sense of unwarranted; the meaning is, "I offer it to your conscience to determine with what unwarrantable action I have strained (i. e. exceeded the rules of propriety) so as to appear thus dishonoured."-SEYMOUR. Of all that hear me, and my near'st of kin Leon. I ne'er heard yet, That any of these bolder vices wanted Less impudence to gainsay what they did, Than to perform it first. Her. That's true enough; Though 'tis a saying, sir, not due to me. Leon. You will not own it. Her. More than mistress of, Which comes to me in name of fault, I must not At all acknowledge. For Polixenes, To you, and toward your friend; whose love had spoke, That it was yours. Now, for conspiracy, I know not how it tastes: though it be dish'd Is, that Camillo was an honest man; And, why he left your court, the gods themselves, Leon. You knew of his departure, as you know You speak a language that I understand not: Leon. Your actions are my dreams; You had a bastard by Polixenes, And I but dream'd it :-As you were past all shame, (Those of your fact are so,) so past all truth: z Which-] This relative, without an antecedent, is very harsh. Perhaps we should read what. a b stands in the level-] i. e. Is within the reach of. -fact-] Is here unusually put for guilt.-NARES's Glossary. Which to deny, côncerns more than avails: for as No father owning it, (which is, indeed, Shalt feel our justice; in whose easiest passage, Her. Sir, spare your threats; The bug, which you would fright me with, I seek, The crown and comfort of my life, your favour, But know not how it went: My second joy, Apollo be my judge. 1 Lord. This your request Is altogether just: therefore, bring forth, And in Apollo's name, his oracle. with us. [Exeunt certain Officers. · concerns more than avails:] i. e. Is more trouble to you than it avails 1 Starr'd most unluckily,] i. e. Born under an inauspicious planet. e limit.] i. e. Limb. The limbs were so called from being the extremities or limits of the body.-NARES's Glossary. Her. The emperor of Russia was my father: Re-enter Officers, with CLEOMENES and DION. Offi. You here shall swear upon this sword of justice, That you, Cleomenes and Dion, have Been both at Delphos; and from thence have brought Cleon. Dion. All this we swear. Leon. Break up the seals, and read. 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! Her. Leon. Hast thou read truth? Offi. As it is here set down. Praised! Ay, my lord; even so, Leon. There is no truth at all i'the oracle: The sessions shall proceed; this is mere falsehood. Enter a Servant, hastily. Serv. My lord, the king, the king! Leon. What is the business? Serv. O sir, I shall be hated to report it: Leon. Serv. How! gone? Is dead. Leon. Apollo's angry, and the heavens themselves The flatness of my misery;] That is, how low, how flat I am laid by my calamity.-JOHNSON. g speed,] i. e. Success. Do strike at my injustice. [HERMIONE faints.] How now there? Paul. This news is mortal to the queen :-Look down, And see what death is doing. Take her hence: Leon. Some remedies for life.-Apollo, pardon [Exeunt PAULINA and Ladies, with HERM. My great profaneness 'gainst thine oracle !I'll reconcile me to Polixenes; 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 glisters Does my deeds make the blacker !i Paul. Re-enter PAULINA. Woe the while! O, cut my lace; lest my heart, cracking it, 1 Lord. What fit is this, good lady? Paul. What studied torments, tyrant, hast for me? h commended,] i. e. Committed. 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 vicissitudes of violent tempers, and the eruptions of minds oppressed with guilt.-JOHNson. |