event, is fuddenly ftruck with compaffion and remorfe. Leontes, Apollo's angry, and the heavens themselves [Hermione faints. Paulina. This news is mortal to the queen-Look down, Leentes. Take her hence; Her heart is but o'er-charged; she will recover, [Exeunt Paulina and Ladies with Hermione, I have too much believed my own fufpicion➡ New woo my queen, recall the good Camillo, My friend Polixenes; which had been done, Paulina too, being likewife a perfon of strong paffions and an ungovernable temper, fhews as quick a revulfion in the midft of her rage against Leontes, upon finding him repentant, though fhe had even told him, the moment before, that neither penance nor penitence itself could aught avail him. Lord. Say no more; Howe'er the bufinefs goes, you have made fault 1 'th' boldness of your speech t. • Which had vouched the innocence of Hermione. This fault is reprehended before, by Gonzalez, in the Tempek, AÐ L Scene I. See the fecond speech there, in this Work. L Paulina. Lamofory for't.. All faults I make, when I fhall come to know them, The rafhness of a woman; he is touched To the nobler heart. What's gone, and what's paft help. At my petition, I beseech you; rather Let me be punished, that have minded you Of what you should forget. Now, good my Liege, Who is lost too-Take you your patience to you, Though I cannot help obferving here, that her vindictive fpirit appears plainly not to have yet fubfided, but only taken a different courfe, by the latter part of her fpeech; for the continues ftill to accumulate her charges against him, as if only by way of enumerating the articles of her forgivenefs. Our Author, who almost every where manifefts a perfect knowledge in the anatomy of the human mind, proves his fcience more particularly in a paffage of this Scene, by fhewing a property in our natures which might have efcaped any common diffecter of morals; and this is, our fuffering, upon true penitence and contrition, not only all reproach thrown out against us with meeknefs and fubmiffion, but even encouraging and augmenting the abuse, by joining in our own condemnation. This may poffibly arife from a strong wifh, or fanguine hope, that fuch a voluntary penance may in part be accepted, both by heaven and the world, as fome fort of atonement for our crimes. Leontes, while Paulina is arraigning him with the utmost virulence and feverity, instead of having her caft out from his prefence, cries, Go on, go on Thou canst not speak too much; I have deferved Again, when the feems to relent of her severity towards him, Thou did't fay but well, When moft the truth; which I receive much better So long I daily vow to use it. Come, In the First Scene of the Fifth Act, the same subject is renewed, where Leontes manifefts the fame humiliation and contrition for his crime, that he did before: but as an interval of fixteen years, fpent in forrow and repentance, had paffed between these two æras, he, as would be natural then, fhews an uneafinefs at the reproach, and intreats to be relieved from it for the future; but this in a manner fo gentle and fubmiffive, as none but Shakespeare himJelf could have conceived. The whole paffage is worthy of being quoted. Leontes, Cleomines, and Paulina. Cleomines. Sir, you have done enough, and have performed Which you have not redeemed indeed; paid down Leontes. Whilft I remember Her and her virtues, I cannot forget My blemishes in them, and so still think of Paulina. True, too true, my lord; If one by one you wedded all the world, Τα To make a perfect woman; fbe, you killed... Leontes. I think fo. Killed?. Killed? She I killed? I did fo-But thou ftrik't me Upon thy tongue, as in my thought. Now, good now There is a poetical hiftory of love given here, which closes with a beautiful defcription of a chaste and pure paffion in a lover. Florizel. The gods themselves, * A Humbling their deities to love, have taken As I feem now. Their transformations : Here is a paffage that I am particularly fond of, because it vindicates the rights of Nature, even over thofe arts which feem to vie and co-operate with her; for her general laws can never be controlled but by bye ones of her own-making. Perdita and Polixenes. Perdita. The fairest flowers o' th' feafon Are our carnations, and streaked gilly-flowers, To get flips of them. Polixenes. And wherefore, gentle maiden, Do you neglect them? Perdita. For I have heard it faid, There is an art, which in their piedness shares I have been told that different coloured filk threads, inferted in the roots, would have this effect. Polixenes. Polixenes. Say there be, Yet Nature is made better by no mean, And make conceive a bark of 'bafer kind Which does mend Nature-change it, rather-but Perdita. So it is. Polixenes. Then make your garden rich in gilly-flowers, Perdita. I'll not put The dibble in earth, to fet one flip of them; No more than were I painted, I would wish This youth fhould say, 'twere well; and only, therefore, I have continued the above dialogue beyond the philofophy of its subject, in order to treat my reader with one of the moft refined fentiments of a chafte and delicate mind, that can poffibly be conceived. Perdita fhews a charming genuinenefs of nature in her latter fpeech; for though the confeffes the truth of Polixenes' pofition, yet is the fo jealous of the honour of our great parent, that even the appearance of a violation against her rights offends her. And the parallel fhe makes upon the occafion, is beautiful. Readers fee not half the greatness of Shakespeare, who overlook his minutia. In the same scene, the praise that Florizel bestows on Perdita is equally fond and beautiful. What you do, Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, I'd have you buy and fell fo; fo give alms; Pray fo; and for the ord'ring your affairs, To fing them too. When you do dance, I wish you Nothing but that; move ftill, ftill fo, And own no other function. Each your doing, Crowns what your doing in the prefent deeds, † A felling flick. ‡ Florizel standing by. |