The Winter's Tale (Folio 1, 1623)
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Actus Quintus. Scena Prima.
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Enter Leontes, Cleomines, Dion, Paulina, Seruants:
¶Florizel, Perdita.
¶Cleo. Sir, you haue done enough, and haue perform'd
¶A Saint-like Sorrow: No fault could you make,
¶Which you haue not redeem'd; indeed pay'd downe
¶Doe, as the Heauens haue done; forget your euill,
¶With them, forgiue your selfe.
¶Her, and her Vertues, I cannot forget
¶Bred his hopes out of, true.
2740Paul. Too true (my Lord:)
¶If one by one, you wedded all the World,
¶Or from the All that are, tooke something good,
¶To make a perfect Woman; she you kill'd,
¶Would be vnparallell'd.
¶Sorely, to say I did: it is as bitter
¶Vpon thy Tongue, as in my Thought. Now, good now,
2750Cleo. Not at all, good Lady:
¶Haue done the time more benefit, and grac'd
2755Would haue him wed againe.
¶You pitty not the State, nor the Remembrance
2760May drop vpon his Kingdome, and deuoure
¶Incertaine lookers on. What were more holy,
¶Then to reioyce the former Queene is well?
¶What holyer, then for Royalties repayre,
¶For present comfort, and for future good,
¶With a sweet Fellow to't?
¶Paul. There is none worthy,
2770For ha's not the Diuine Apollo said?
¶Is't not the tenor of his Oracle,
¶That King Leontes shall not haue an Heire,
2775As my Antigonus to breake his Graue,
¶And come againe to me: who, on my life,
¶Did perish with the Infant. 'Tis your councell,
¶My Lord should to the Heauens be contrary,
2780The Crowne will find an Heire. Great Alexander
¶Was like to be the best.
¶Leo. Good Paulina,
¶Who hast the memorie of Hermione
2785I know in honor: O, that euer I
¶Had squar'd me to thy councell: then, euen now,
¶I might haue look'd vpon my Queenes full eyes,
¶Haue taken Treasure from her Lippes.
¶Paul. And left them
2790More rich, for what they yeelded.
¶And better vs'd, would make her Sainted Spirit
2795(Where we Offendors now appeare) Soule-vext,
¶And begin, why to me?
2800To murther her I marryed.
¶Were I the Ghost that walk'd, Il'd bid you marke
¶Her eye, and tell me for what dull part in't
2805Should rift to heare me, and the words that follow'd,
¶Should be, Remember mine.
¶Leo. Starres, Starres,
¶And all eyes else, dead coales: feare thou no Wife;
¶Ile haue no Wife, Paulina.
¶Neuer to marry, but by my free leaue?
¶Cleo. You tempt him ouer-much.
¶As like Hermione, as is her Picture,
¶Affront his eye.
¶Cleo. Good Madame, I haue done.
¶Paul. Yet if my Lord will marry: if you will, Sir;
2820No remedie but you will: Giue me the Office
¶To see her in your armes.
2825Leo. My true Paulina,
¶Paul. That
¶Shall be when your first Queene's againe in breath:
¶Neuer till then.
2830
Enter a Seruant.
¶To your high presence.
2835Leo. What with him? he comes not
¶'Tis not a Visitation fram'd, but forc'd
¶By need, and accident. What Trayne?
2840Ser. But few,
¶And those but meane.
¶That ere the Sunne shone bright on.
2845Paul. Oh Hermione,
2850Is colder then that Theame: she had not beene,
¶Nor was not to be equall'd, thus your Verse
¶Flow'd with her Beautie once; 'tis shrewdly ebb'd,
¶Ser. Pardon, Madame:
2855The one, I haue almost forgot (your pardon:)
¶The other, when she ha's obtayn'd your Eye,
¶Will haue your Tongue too. This is a Creature,
¶Would she begin a Sect, might quench the zeale
2860Of who she but bid follow.
¶Paul. How? not women?
¶More worth then any Man: Men, that she is
¶The rarest of all Women.
2865Leo. Goe Cleomines,
¶Bring them to our embracement. Still 'tis strange,
Exit.
¶Paul. Had our Prince
2870(Iewell of Children) seene this houre, he had payr'd
¶Well with this Lord; there was not full a moneth
¶Betweene their births.
¶He dyes to me againe, when talk'd-of: sure
¶Will bring me to consider that, which may
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Enter Florizell, Perdita, Cleomines, and others.
¶Your Mother was most true to Wedlock, Prince,
2880For she did print your Royall Father off,
¶Conceiuing you. Were I but twentie one,
¶Your Fathers Image is so hit in you,
¶(His very ayre) that I should call you Brother,
2885By vs perform'd before. Most dearely welcome,
¶I lost a couple, that 'twixt Heauen and Earth
¶Might thus haue stood, begetting wonder, as
¶You (gracious Couple) doe: and then I lost
2890(All mine owne Folly) the Societie,
¶Amitie too of your braue Father, whom
¶Once more to looke on him.
¶Flo. By his command
2895Haue I here touch'd Sicilia, and from him
¶Giue you all greetings, that a King (at friend)
¶Can send his Brother: and but Infirmitie
2900The Lands and Waters, 'twixt your Throne and his,
¶Measur'd, to looke vpon you; whom he loues
¶And those that beare them, liuing.
¶Leo. Oh my Brother,
2905(Good Gentleman) the wrongs I haue done thee, stirre
¶(So rarely kind) are as Interpreters
¶As is the Spring to th' Earth. And hath he too
2910Expos'd this Paragon to th' fearefull vsage
¶(At least vngentle) of the dreadfull Neptune,
¶Th' aduenture of her person?
¶Flo. Good my Lord,
2915She came from Libia.
¶Leo. Where the Warlike Smalus,
¶That Noble honor'd Lord, is fear'd, and lou'd?
¶From thence: from him, whose Daughter
2920His Teares proclaym'd his parting with her: thence
¶(A prosperous South-wind friendly) we haue cross'd,
¶To execute the Charge my Father gaue me,
¶I haue from your Sicilian Shores dismiss'd;
2925Who for Bohemia bend, to signifie
¶But my arriuall, and my Wifes, in safetie
¶Here, where we are.
2930Purge all Infection from our Ayre, whilest you
¶Doe Clymate here: you haue a holy Father,
¶For which, the Heauens (taking angry note)
¶(As he from Heauen merits it) with you,
¶Might I a Sonne and Daughter now haue look'd on,
¶Such goodly things as you?
2940
Enter a Lord.
¶That which I shall report, will beare no credit,
¶Bohemia greets you from himselfe, by me:
2945Desires you to attach his Sonne, who ha's
¶(His Dignitie, and Dutie both cast off)
¶Fled from his Father, from his Hopes, and with
¶A Shepheards Daughter.
2950Lord. Here, in your Citie: I now came from him.
¶I speake amazedly, and it becomes
¶Of this faire Couple) meetes he on the way
2955The Father of this seeming Lady, and
¶Her Brother, hauing both their Countrey quitted,
¶With this young Prince.
¶Flo. Camillo ha's betray'd me;
2960Endur'd all Weathers.
¶He's with the King your Father.
¶Leo. Who? Camillo?
¶Bohemia stops his eares, and threatens them
¶With diuers deaths, in death.
2970Perd. Oh my poore Father:
¶The Heauen sets Spyes vpon vs, will not haue
¶Our Contract celebrated.
¶Leo. You are marryed?
¶Flo. We are not (Sir) nor are we like to be:
¶The oddes for high and low's alike.
¶Leo. My Lord,
¶Is this the Daughter of a King?
¶Flo. She is,
2980When once she is my Wife.
¶Where you were ty'd in dutie: and as sorry,
2985Your Choice is not so rich in Worth, as Beautie,
¶That you might well enioy her.
¶Flo. Deare, looke vp:
¶Though Fortune, visible an Enemie,
¶Should chase vs, with my Father; powre no iot
¶Remember, since
you ow'd no more to Time
¶Then I doe now: with thought of such Affections,
¶Step forth mine Aduocate: at your request,
¶My Father will graunt precious things, as Trifles.
¶Which he counts but a Trifle.
¶Paul. Sir (my Liege)
¶Your eye hath too much youth in't: not a moneth
3000Then what you looke on now.
¶Leo. I thought of her,
¶Euen in these Lookes I made. But your Petition
¶Is yet vn-answer'd: I will to your Father:
¶Your Honor not o're-throwne by your desires,
3005I am friend to them, and you: Vpon which Errand
¶I now goe toward him: therefore follow me,
¶And marke what way I make: Come good my Lord.
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Exeunt.
