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| Character | Hermione | |
|---|---|---|
| Gender | Female | |
| Age Range(s) | Young Adult (20-35), Adult (36-50) | |
| Type of monologue / Character is | Depressed, Lamenting, Complaining, Frustrated, Insecure, Afraid | |
| Type | Dramatic | |
| Period | Renaissance | |
| Genre | Romance, Drama, Comedy | |
| Description | Hermione laments that she is arrested | |
| Location | ACT II, Scene 2 | |
Summary
Leontes is the king of Sicily. His childhood friend King Polixenes is visiting him from Bohemia. Polixenes is about to go back home and Leontes begs him to stay. Polixenes doesn't change his mind until Hermione, Leonte's wife, persuades him otherwise. Leontes is convinced that his wife is cheating on him with Polixenes and asks his servant Camillo to poison Polixenes. Camillo, however, warns Polixenes and they both flee Sicily. The king considers his escape a proof of his wife's infidelity and orders to arrest her.
Hermione delivers this monologue right before she is brought away to prison. She laments that she is innocent and that the king will eventually have to apologize to her.
Hermione delivers this monologue right before she is brought away to prison. She laments that she is innocent and that the king will eventually have to apologize to her.
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| HERMIONE There's some ill planet reigns: I must be patient till the heavens look With an aspect more favourable. Good my lords, I am not prone to weeping, as our sex Commonly are; the want of which vain dew Perchance shall dry your pities: but I have That honourable grief lodged here which burns Worse than tears drown: beseech you all, my lords, With thoughts so qualified as your charities Shall best instruct you, measure me; and so The king's will be perform'd! [LEONTES Shall I be heard?] HERMIONE Who is't that goes with me? Beseech your highness, My women may be with me; for you see My plight requires it. Do not weep, good fools; There is no cause: when you shall know your mistress Has deserved prison, then abound in tears As I come out: this action I now go on Is for my better grace. Adieu, my lord: I never wish'd to see you sorry; now I trust I shall. My women, come; you have leave. |
