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The rashness of a woman: he is touch’d [220]
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, [225]
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, [230]
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. Prithee, bring me
To the dead bodies of my queen and son:

One grave shall be for both: upon them shall [235]
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 [240]
I daily vow to use it. Come, and lead me
To these sorrows.

Exeunt.

Scene III IT

Enter Antigonus (with the) Babe (and) a Mariner.

ANTIGONUS
Thou art perfect, then, our ship hath touch’d upon

The deserts of Bohemia?

MARINER