[FIRST] LORD: What fit is this, good lady?
PAULINA: What studied torments, tyrant, hast for me?
What wheels? racks? fires? What flaying? boiling
In leads or oils? What old or newer torture
Must I receive, whose every word deserves
To taste of thy most worst? Thy tyranny, 
Together working with thy jealousies --
Fancies too weak for boys, too green and idle
For girls of nine -- O, think what they have done,
And then run mad indeed -- stark mad! for all
Thy by-gone fooleries were but spices of it. 
That thou betrayedst Polixenes, 'twas nothing --
That did but show thee, of a fool, inconstant,
And damnable ingrateful; nor was't much
Thou wouldst have poisoned good Camillo's honour,
To have him kill a king -- poor trespasses, 
More monstrous standing by; whereof I reckon
The casting forth to crows thy baby-daughter
To be or none or little -- though a devil
Would have shed water out of fire ere done't;
Nor is't directly laid to thee, the death 
Of the young Prince, whose honourable thoughts
(Thoughts high for one so tender) cleft the heart
That could conceive a gross and foolish sire
Blemished his gracious dam; this is not, no,
Laid to thy answer: but the last -- O lords, 
When I have said, cry ³Woe!² -- the Queen, the Queen,
The sweet'st, dear'st creature's dead, and vengeance for't
Not dropped down yet.
LORDS: The higher powers forbid!
PAULINA: I say she's dead; I'll swear't. If word nor oath
Prevail not, go and see. If you can bring 
Tincture or lustre in her lip, her eye,
Heat outwardly or breath within, I'll serve you
As I would do the gods. But, O thou tyrant!
Do not repent these things, for they are heavier
Than all thy woes can stir; therefore betake thee 
To nothing but despair. A thousand knees,
Ten thousand years together, naked, fasting,
Upon a barren mountain, and still winter
In storm perpetual, could not move the gods
To look that way thou wert. 
LEONTES: Go on, go on;
Thou canst not speak too much, I have deserved
All tongues to talk their bitterest.
[FIRST] LORD: Say no more.
Howe'er the business goes, you have made fault
I' th' boldness of your speech.
PAULINA: I am sorry for't.
All faults I make, when I shall come to know them, 
I do repent. Alas, I have showed too much
The rashness of a woman; he is touched
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 punished, that have minded you
Of what you should forget. Now, good my liege,
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.
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
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
I daily vow to use it. Come, and lead me
To these sorrows.