Thou canst not speak too much; I have deserv'd Pho. Say no more; Howe'er the business goes, you have made fault 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 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, 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 : [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 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 |