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Is all as monstrous to our human reason |
As my Antigonus to break his grave |
And come again to me; who, on my life, |
Did perish with the infant. 'Tis your counsel |
My lord should to the heavens be contrary, |
Oppose against their wills. |
Care not for issue; |
The crown will find an heir: great Alexander |
Left his to the worthiest; so his successor |
Was like to be the best. |
LEONTES: |
Good Paulina, |
Who hast the memory of Hermione, |
I know, in honour, O, that ever I |
Had squared me to thy counsel! then, even now, |
I might have look'd upon my queen's full eyes, |
Have taken treasure from her lips-- |
PAULINA: |
And left them |
More rich for what they yielded. |
LEONTES: |
Thou speak'st truth. |
No more such wives; therefore, no wife: one worse, |
And better used, would make her sainted spirit |
Again possess her corpse, and on this stage, |
Where we're offenders now, appear soul-vex'd, |
And begin, 'Why to me?' |
PAULINA: |
Had she such power, |
She had just cause. |
LEONTES: |
She had; and would incense me |
To murder her I married. |
PAULINA: |
I should so. |
Were I the ghost that walk'd, I'ld bid you mark |
Her eye, and tell me for what dull part in't |
You chose her; then I'ld shriek, that even your ears |
Should rift to hear me; and the words that follow'd |
Should be 'Remember mine.' |
LEONTES: |
Stars, stars, |
And all eyes else dead coals! Fear thou no wife; |
I'll have no wife, Paulina. |
PAULINA: |
Will you swear |
Never to marry but by my free leave? |
LEONTES: |
Never, Paulina; so be blest my spirit! |
PAULINA: |
Then, good my lords, bear witness to his oath. |
CLEOMENES: |
You tempt him over-much. |
PAULINA: |
Unless another, |
As like Hermione as is her picture, |
Affront his eye. |
CLEOMENES: |
Good madam,-- |
PAULINA: |
I have done. |
Yet, if my lord will marry,--if you will, sir, |
No remedy, but you will,--give me the office |
To choose you a queen: she shall not be so young |
As was your former; but she shall be such |
As, walk'd your first queen's ghost, |
it should take joy |
To see her in your arms. |
LEONTES: |
My true Paulina, |
We shall not marry till thou bid'st us. |
PAULINA: |
That |
Shall be when your first queen's again in breath; |
Never till then. |
Gentleman: |
One that gives out himself Prince Florizel, |
Son of Polixenes, with his princess, she |
The fairest I have yet beheld, desires access |
To your high presence. |
LEONTES: |
What with him? he comes not |
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