HERMIONE in «Das Wintermärchen» II.

    Act III, Scene II 

    Hermione, Leontes and an Officer. 

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    HERMIONE:
    Sir, spare your threats:
    The bug which you would fright me with I seek.
    To me can life be no commodity:
    The crown and comfort of my life, your favour,
    I do give lost; for I do feel it gone,
    But know not how it went. My second joy
    And first-fruits of my body, from his presence
    I am barr’d, like one infectious. My third comfort
    Starr’d most unluckily, is from my breast,
    The innocent milk in its most innocent mouth,
    Haled out to murder: myself on every post
    Proclaimed a strumpet: with immodest hatred
    The child-bed privilege denied, which ‘longs
    To women of all fashion; lastly, hurried
    Here to this place, i’ the open air, before
    I have got strength of limit. Now, my liege,
    Tell me what blessings I have here alive,
    That I should fear to die? Therefore proceed.
    But yet hear this: mistake me not; no life,
    I prize it not a straw, but for mine honour,
    Which I would free, if I shall be condemn’d
    Upon surmises, all proofs sleeping else
    But what your jealousies awake, I tell you
    ‘Tis rigor and not law. Your honours all,
    I do refer me to the oracle:
    Apollo be my judge!

      

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