Leontes. 
                            Go on, go on: 
Thou canst not speak too much; I have deserv’d
All tongues to talk their bitterest!

First lord. 
                                     Say no more: 
Howe’er the business goes, you have made fault
I’ the boldness of your speech.

Paulina. 
                                I am 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 th’ 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.

Leontes. 
                      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.]

Antigonus. 
Thou art perfect, then, our ship hath touch’d upon
The deserts of Bohemia?

Mariner. 
                        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 ’s.

Antigonus. 
Their sacred wills be done!—­Go, get aboard;
Look to thy bark:  I’ll not be long before
I call upon thee.

Mariner. 
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.

Antigonus. 
                          Go thou away: 
I’ll follow instantly.

Mariner. 
                       I am glad at heart
To be so rid o’ th’ business.

[Exit.]