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ACT V IT
Scene I IT
Enter Leontes, Cleomenes, Dion, Paulina (and) Servants.
CLEOMENES
Sir, you have done enough, and have perform’d
A saint-like sorrow: no fault could you make,
Which you have not redeem’t; indeed, paid down
More penitence than done trespass: at the last,
Do as the heavens have done, forget your evil; [5]
With them, forgive yourself.
LEONTES
Whilst I remember
Her, and her virtues, I cannot forget
My blemishes in them, and so still think of
The wrong I did myself: which was so much,
That heirless it hath made my kingdom, and [10]
Destroy’d the sweet’st companion that e’er man
Bred his hopes out of.
PAULINA
True, too true, my lord:
If, one by one, you wedded all the world,
Or from the all that are took something good,
To make a perfect woman, she you kill’d [15]
Would be unparallel’d.
LEONTES
I think so. Kill’d!
She I kill’d! I did so: but thou strik’st me
