Page 786 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4
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Against this cruelty, fight on thy side, [190]
Poor thing, condemn’d to loss!
Exit (with the child).
LEONTES
No: I’ll not rear
Another’s issue.
Enter a Servant.
SERVANT
Please your highness, posts
From those you sent to th’ Oracle, are come
An hour since: Cleomenes and Dion,
Being well arriv’d from Delphos, are both landed, [195]
Hasting to th’ court.
A LORD
So please you, sir, their speed
Hath been beyond account.
LEONTES
Twenty-three days
They have been absent: ’tis good speed; foretells
The great Apollo suddenly will have
The truth of this appear. Prepare you, lords; [200]
Summon a session, that we may arraign
Our most disloyal lady; for, as she hath
Been publicly accus’d, so shall she have
A just and open trial. While she lives
My heart will be a burden to me. Leave me. [205]
And think upon my bidding.
Exeunt.
