4If you shall chance, Camillo, to visit Bohemia on the like occasion
5whereon my services are now on-foot, you shall see (as I have
6said) great difference betwixt our Bohemia and your Sicilia.
I think this coming summer the King of Sicilia means to
9pay Bohemia the visitation which he justly owes him.
Wherein our entertainment shall shame us, we will be
12justified in our loves. For indeed --
Beseech you --
Verily, I speak it in the freedom of my knowledge. We
15cannot with such magnificence -- in so rare -- I know not what to
16say. We will give you sleepy drinks, that your senses
17(unintelligent of our insufficiency) may, though they cannot
18praise us, as little accuse us.
You pay a great deal too dear for what's given
21freely.
Believe me, I speak as my understanding instructs me
23and as mine honesty puts it to utterance.
1.1.824CamilloSicilia cannot show himself overkind to
25Bohemia. They were trained together in their
26childhoods, and there rooted betwixt them then such an
27affection which cannot choose but branch now. Since their more
28mature dignities and royal necessities made separation of their
29society, their encounters (though not personal) hath been royally
30attornied with interchange of gifts, letters, loving
31embassies, that they have seemed to be together, though absent,
32shook hands as over a vast, and embraced as it were from the
33ends of opposed winds.
34The heavens continue their loves.
1.1.935Archidamus I think there is not in the world either malice or matter
36to alter it. You have an unspeakable comfort of your young
37Prince Mamillius. It is a gentleman of the
38greatest promise that ever came into my note.
I very well agree with you in the hopes of him.
40It is a gallant child, one that indeed physics the
41subject, makes old hearts fresh. They that went on crutches
42ere he was born desire yet their life to see him a man.
Would they else be content to die?
Yes, if there were no other excuse why they should
45desire to live.
If the King had no son, they would desire to live on
47crutches till he had one.
1.2.0.149Enter Leontes, Hermione, Mamillius, Polixenes, Camillo. Nine changes of the watery star hath been
1.2.251The shepherds' note since we have left our throne
1.2.3 52Without a burden. Time as long again
1.2.453Would be filled up, my brother, with our thanks,
1.2.554And yet we should for perpetuity
1.2.655Go hence in debt. And therefore, like a cipher,
1.2.756Yet standing in rich place I multiply
1.2.857With one "we thank you" many thousands more
That go before it. Stay your thanks a while
And pay them when you part. 1.2.11Sir, that's tomorrow.
1.2.1262I am questioned by my fear of what may chance
1.2.1363Or breed upon our absence that may blow
1.2.1464No sneaping winds at home to make us say,
1.2.1565"This is put forth too truly." Besides, I have stayed
To tire your royalty. We are tougher, brother,
Than you can put us to it. No longer stay.
One seven night longer.
One seven night longer. Very sooth, tomorrow.
We'll part the time between's then, and in that
I'll no gainsaying. Press me not, beseech you, so.
1.2.2175There is no tongue that moves, none, none i'th' world
1.2.2276So soon as yours could win me. So it should now
1.2.2377Were there necessity in your request, although
1.2.2478'Twere needful I denied it. My affairs
1.2.2579Do even drag me homeward, which to hinder
1.2.2680Were in your love a whip to me; my stay,
1.2.2781To you a charge and trouble. To save both,
Farewell, our brother. Tongue-tied, our Queen? Speak you.
I had thought, sir, to have held my peace until
1.2.3085You had drawn oaths from him not to stay. You, sir,
1.2.3186Charge him too coldly. Tell him you are sure
1.2.3287All in Bohemia's well. This satisfaction,
1.2.3388The bygone-day proclaimed, say this to him,
He's beat from his best ward. Well said, Hermione.
To tell he longs to see his son were strong.
1.2.3692But let him say so then and let him go,
1.2.3793But let him swear so and he shall not stay.
1.2.3894We'll thwack him hence with distaffs.
1.2.3995Yet of your royal presence I'll adventure
1.2.4096The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia
1.2.4197You take my lord, I'll give him my commission
1.2.4298To let him there a month behind the gest
1.2.4399Prefixed for's parting. Yet, good deed, Leontes,
1.2.44100I love thee not a jar o'th' clock behind
1.2.45101What lady she her lord. You'll stay?
What lady she her lord. You'll stay? No, madam.
Nay, but you will?
Nay, but you will? I may not, verily.
Nay, but you will? I may not, verily. Verily?
1.2.47106You put me off with limber vows. But I,
1.2.48107Though you would seek t'unsphere the stars with oaths,
1.2.49108Should yet say "Sir, no going." Verily
1.2.50109You shall not go; a lady's "Verily" is
1.2.51110As potent as a lord's. Will you go yet?
1.2.53112Not like a guest. So, you shall pay your fees
1.2.54113When you depart and save your thanks. How say you?
1.2.55114My prisoner? Or my guest? By your dread "Verily",
One of them you shall be. Your guest then, madam:
1.2.57117To be your prisoner should import offending,
Than you to punish. Not your jailer then,
1.2.60121But your kind hostess. Come, I'll question you
1.2.61122Of my lord's tricks and yours when you were boys.
You were pretty lordings then? We were, fair Queen.
1.2.63125Two lads that thought there was no more behind
And to be boy eternal. Was not my Lord
We were as twinned lambs that did frisk i'th' sun
1.2.68131And bleat the one at th' other. What we changed
1.2.69132Was innocence for innocence. We knew not
1.2.70133The doctrine of ill-doing nor dreamed
1.2.71134That any did. Had we pursued that life
1.2.72135And our weak spirits ne'er been higher reared
1.2.73136With stronger blood, we should have answered heaven
1.2.74137Boldly, "Not guilty"; the imposition cleared,
Hereditary ours. By this we gather
You have tripped since. O my most sacred Lady,
1.2.77142Temptations have since then been born to's, for
1.2.78143In those unfledged days was my wife a girl.
1.2.79144Your precious self had then not crossed the eyes
Of my young playfellow. Grace to boot!
1.2.81147Of this make no conclusion, lest you say
1.2.82148Your queen and I are devils. Yet go on.
1.2.83149Th'offences we have made you do we'll answer,
1.2.84150If you first sinned with us and that with us
1.2.85151You did continue fault, and that you slipped not
With any but with us. Is he won yet?
He'll stay, my Lord.
He'll stay, my Lord. At my request, he would not.
1.2.88156 Hermione, my dearest, thou never spok'st
To better purpose. Never?
To better purpose. Never? Never, but once.
What? Have I twice said well? When was't before?
1.2.91161I prithee tell me; cram's with praise and make's
1.2.92162As fat as tame things. One good deed dying tongueless
1.2.93163Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that.
1.2.94164Our praises are our wages. You may ride's
1.2.95165With one soft kiss a thousand furlongs ere
1.2.96166With spur we heat an acre. But to th' goal:
1.2.97167My last good deed was to entreat his stay.
1.2.98168What was my first? It has an elder sister,
1.2.99169Or I mistake you. Oh, would her name were Grace!
1.2.100170But once before I spoke to th' purpose? When?
Nay, let me have't! I long. Why, that was when
1.2.102173Three crabbèd months had soured themselves to death
1.2.103174Ere I could make thee open thy white hand:
1.2.104175And clap thyself, my love; then didst thou utter,
"I am yours for ever." 'Tis Grace indeed.
1.2.106178Why, lo you now, I have spoke to th' purpose twice:
[Takes Polixenes by the hand]
Th' other for some while a friend. [Aside] Too hot, too hot!
1.2.109182To mingle friendship far is mingling bloods.
1.2.110183I have
tremor cordis on me. My heart dances,
1.2.111184But not for joy, not joy. This entertainment
1.2.112185May a free face put on; derive a liberty
1.2.113186From heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom,
1.2.114187And well become the agent. It may, I grant.
1.2.115188But to be paddling palms and pinching fingers,
1.2.116189As now they are, and making practised smiles
1.2.117190As in a looking-glass, and then to sigh, as 'twere --,
1.2.118191The mort o'th' deer -- Oh, that is entertainment
1.2.119192My bosom likes not, nor my brows. Mamillius,
Art thou my boy? Ay, my good Lord.
Art thou my boy? Ay, my good Lord. I'fecks!
1.2.121196Why, that's my bawcock. What? Has't smutched thy nose?
1.2.122197They say it is a copy out of mine. Come, captain,
1.2.123198We must be neat, not neat but cleanly, captain.
1.2.124199And yet the steer, the heifer, and the calf
1.2.125200Are all called neat -- still virginalling
1.2.126201Upon his palm? --
[To Mamillius] How now, you wanton calf,
Art thou my calf? Yes, if you will, my Lord.
Thou want'st a rough pash and the shoots that I have
1.2.131207That will say anything. But were they false
1.2.132208As oʼer-dyed blacks, as wind, as waters? False
1.2.133209As dice are to be wished by one that fixes
1.2.134210No bourne 'twixt his and mine, yet were it true
1.2.135211To say this boy were like me? Come, Sir Page,
1.2.136212Look on me with your welkin eye, sweet villain,
1.2.137213Most dearest, my collop. Can thy dam? May't be? --
1.2.138214Affection, thy intention stabs the center.
1.2.139215Thou dost make possible things not so held,
1.2.140216Communicat'st with dreams (how can this be?)
1.2.142218And fellowst nothing. Then 'tis very credent,
1.2.143219Thou mayst co-join with something and thou dost --
1.2.144220And that beyond commission -- and I find it --
And hardening of my brows. What means Sicilia?
He something seems unsettled.
He something seems unsettled. How, my Lord?
What cheer? How is't with you, best brother?
You look as if you held a brow of much distraction.
Are you moved, my Lord? No, in good earnest.
1.2.151230How sometimes nature will betray its folly,
1.2.152231Its tenderness and make itself a pastime
1.2.154233Of my boy's face methoughts I did recoil
1.2.155234Twenty-three years and saw myself unbreeched
1.2.156235In my green velvet coat, my dagger muzzled
1.2.157236Lest it should bite its master and so prove,
1.2.159238How like, methought, I then was to this kernel,
1.2.160239This squash, this gentleman --
[To Mamillius] Mine honest friend,
Will you take eggs for money? No, my Lord, I'll fight.
You will? Why, happy man be's dole! [To Polixenes] My brother,
1.2.163243Are you so fond of your young prince as we
Do seem to be of ours? If at home, sir,
1.2.165246He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter;
1.2.166247Now my sworn friend and then mine enemy;
1.2.167248My parasite, my soldier, statesman, all.
1.2.168249He makes a July's day short as December,
1.2.169250And with his varying childness cures in me
Thoughts that would thick my blood. So stands this squire
1.2.171253Officed with me. We two will walk, my Lord,
1.2.172254And leave you to your graver steps. Hermione,
1.2.173255How thou lov'st us show in our brother's welcome.
1.2.175257Next to thyself and my young rover, he's
Apparent to my heart. If you would seek us,
1.2.177260We are yours i'th'garden. Shall's attend you there?
To your own bents dispose you. You'll be found,
1.2.179262Be you beneath the sky.
[Aside] I am angling now,
1.2.180263Though you perceive me not how I give line.
1.2.182265How she holds up the neb, the bill to him,
1.2.183266And arms her with the boldness of a wife
[Exeunt Hermione and Polixenes.]
To her allowing husband. Gone already!
1.2.185268Inch-thick, knee-deep, o'er head and ears a forked one --
1.2.186269[To Mamillius] Go play, boy, play. Thy mother plays, and I
1.2.187270Play too, but so disgraced a part, whose issue
1.2.188271Will hiss me to my grave. Contempt and clamor
1.2.189272Will be my knell --
[To Mamillius] Go play, boy, play --
[Aside] There have been,
1.2.190273Or I am much deceived, cuckolds ere now,
1.2.191274And many a man there is, even at this present,
1.2.192275Now, while I speak this, holds his wife by th' arm,
1.2.193276That little thinks she has been sluiced in's absence,
1.2.194277And his pond fished by his next neighbor, by
1.2.195278Sir Smile, his neighbor. Nay, there's comfort in't
1.2.196279Whiles other men have gates, and those gates opened
1.2.197280As mine against their will. Should all despair
1.2.198281That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind
1.2.199282Would hang themselves. Physic for't there's none!
1.2.201284Where 'tis predominant. And 'tis powerful, think it
1.2.202285From east, west, north, and south. Be it concluded,
1.2.205288With bag and baggage. Many thousand on's
1.2.206289Have the disease and feel it not.
[To Mamillius] How now, boy?
I am like you, they say.
I am like you, they say. Why, that's some comfort.
What? Camillo, there? [Coming forward] Ay, my good Lord.
Go play, Mamillius, thou'rt an honest man.
1.2.210295Camillo, this great sir will yet stay longer.
You had much ado to make his anchor hold.
When you cast out, it still came home. Didst note it?
He would not stay at your petitions, made
His business more material. Didst perceive it?
1.2.215302They're here with me already, whispering, rounding,
1.2.217304When I shall gust it last. How cam't, Camillo,
That he did stay? At the good queen's entreaty.
"At the queen's" be't. "Good" should be pertinent,
1.2.222310For thy conceit is soaking, will draw in
1.2.223311More than the common blocks. Not noted, is't,
1.2.224312But of the finer natures, by some severals
1.2.225313Of headpiece extraordinary? Lower messes
1.2.226314Perchance are to this business purblind? Say.
Business, my lord? I think most understand
Bohemia stays here longer. Ha?
Bohemia stays here longer. Ha? Stays here longer.
Ay, but why?
To satisfy your Highness and the entreaties
Of our most gracious mistress. "Satisfy"?
1.2.232323"Th' entreaties of your mistress"? "Satisfy"?
1.2.233324Let that suffice. I have trusted thee, Camillo,
1.2.234325With all the nearest things to my heart, as well
1.2.235326My chamber-counsels, wherein, priest-like, thou
1.2.236327Hast cleansed my bosom. I from thee departed
In that which seems so. Be it forbid, my lord!
To bide upon't: thou art not honest, or
1.2.241333If thou inclin'st that way, thou art a coward,
1.2.243335From course required, or else thou must be counted
1.2.246338That see'st a game played home, the rich stake drawn,
And tak'st it all for jest. My gracious lord,
1.2.248341I may be negligent, foolish, and fearful.
1.2.250343But that his negligence, his folly, fear,
1.2.252345Sometime puts forth. In your affairs, my Lord,
1.2.255348I played the fool, it was my negligence,
1.2.256349Not weighing well the end; if ever fearful
1.2.257350To do a thing where I the issue doubted,
1.2.259352Against the non-performance, 'twas a fear
1.2.260353Which oft infects the wisest. These, my lord,
1.2.261354Are such allowed infirmities that honesty
1.2.262355Is never free of. But beseech your grace
1.2.263356Be plainer with me; let me know my trespass
'Tis none of mine. Have not you seen, Camillo --
1.2.266360But that's past doubt; you have or your eye-glass
1.2.267361Is thicker than a cuckold's horn -- or heard --
1.2.269363Cannot be mute -- or thought -- for cogitation
1.2.270364Resides not in that man that does not think
1.2.271365My wife is slippery? If thou wilt confess,
1.2.273367To have nor eyes, nor ears, nor thought, then say
1.2.274368My wife's a hobby-horse, deserves a name
1.2.276370Before her troth-plight. Say't, and justify't.
I would not be a stander-by to hear
1.2.278372My sovereign mistress clouded so without
1.2.279373My present vengeance taken. 'Shrew my heart,
1.2.280374You never spoke what did become you less
As deep as that, though true. Is whispering nothing?
1.2.283378Is leaning cheek to cheek? Is meeting noses?
1.2.284379Kissing with inside lip? Stopping the career
1.2.285380Of laughter with a sigh? A note infallible
1.2.286381Of breaking honesty, horsing foot on foot?
1.2.287382Skulking in corners? Wishing clocks more swift?
1.2.288383Hours, minutes? Noon, midnight? And all eyes
1.2.289384Blind with the pin and web but theirs, theirs only,
1.2.290385That would unseen be wicked? Is this nothing?
1.2.291386Why, then the world and all that's in't is nothing,
1.2.292387The covering sky is nothing, Bohemia nothing,
1.2.293388My wife is nothing, nor nothing have these nothings,
If this be nothing. Good my Lord, be cured
For 'tis most dangerous. Say it be, 'tis true.
No, no, my Lord.
No, no, my Lord. It is! You lie, you lie!
1.2.298396I say thou liest, Camillo, and I hate thee,
1.2.299397Pronounce thee a gross lout, a mindless slave,
1.2.301399Canst with thine eyes at once see good and evil,
1.2.302400Inclining to them both; were my wife's liver
1.2.303401Infected as her life, she would not live
The running of one glass. Who does infect her?
Why he that wears her like her medal, hanging
1.2.307406Had servants true about me that bare eyes
1.2.308407To see alike mine honor as their profits,
1.2.309408Their own particular thrifts, they would do that
1.2.310409Which should undo more doing. Ay, and thou
1.2.312411Have benched and reared to worship, who mayst see
1.2.313412Plainly as heaven sees earth and earth sees heaven,
Which draught to me were cordial. Sir, my lord,
1.2.317417I could do this, and that with no rash potion,
1.2.318418But with a lingering dram that should not work
1.2.320420Believe this crack to be in my dread mistress,
I have loved thee-- Make that thy question and go rot!
1.2.325426Sully the purity and whitenesse of my sheets --
1.2.326427Which to preserve is sleep; which being spotted
1.2.327428Is goads, thorns, nettles; tails of wasps --
1.2.328429Give scandal to the blood o'th' prince, my son,
1.2.329430Who I do think is mine and love as mine,
1.2.330431Without ripe moving to't? Would I do this?
Could man so blench? I must believe you, sir,
1.2.333435Provided that when he's removed your Highness
1.2.334436Will take again your Queen as yours at first,
1.2.335437Even for your son's sake, and thereby for sealing
1.2.336438The injury of tongues in courts and kingdoms
Known and allied to yours. Thou dost advise me,
1.2.338441Even so as I mine own course have set down;
1.2.339442I'll give no blemish to her honor, none.
I'll give no blemish to her honor, none. My Lord,
1.2.340444Go then, and with a countenance as clear
1.2.341445As friendship wears at feasts, keep with Bohemia
Account me not your servant. This is all.
1.2.345450Do't, and thou hast the one half of my heart;
Do't not, thou splitt'st thine own. I'll do't, my Lord.
I will seem friendly, as thou hast advised me.
O miserable lady! But for me,
1.2.349455What case stand I in? I must be the poisoner
1.2.350456Of good Polixenes, and my ground to do't
1.2.352458Who in rebellion with himself, will have
1.2.353459All that are his so too. To do this deed,
1.2.354460Promotion follows. If I could find example
1.2.355461Of thousands that had struck anointed kings
1.2.356462And flourished after, I'd not do't. But since
1.2.357463Nor brass, nor stone, nor parchment bears not one,
1.2.359465Forsake the court: to do't or no is certain
1.2.360466To me a breakneck. Happy star reign now!
Here comes Bohemia. [Aside] This is strange. Methinks
1.2.362469My favor here begins to warp. Not speak?
[To Camillo] Good day, Camillo. Hail, most royal sir.
What is the news i'th'court?
What is the news i'th'court? None rare, my Lord.
The King hath on him such a countenance,
1.2.366475As he had lost some province, and a region
1.2.367476Loved as he loves himself; even now I met him
1.2.369478Wafting his eyes to th'contrary and falling
1.2.370479A lip of much contempt, speeds from me and
1.2.371480So leaves me to consider what is breeding
I dare not know, my Lord.
How, dare not? Do not? Do you know, and dare not?
1.2.376485For to yourself what you do know you must
1.2.377486And cannot say you dare not. Good Camillo,
1.2.378487Your changed complexions are to me a mirror
1.2.379488Which shows me mine changed too, for I must be
Myself thus altered with't. There is a sickness
1.2.383493I cannot name the disease, and it is caught
Of you that yet are well. How caught of me?
1.2.386497I have looked on thousands who have sped the better
1.2.387498By my regard, but killed none so. Camillo --
1.2.388499As you are certainly a gentleman, thereto
1.2.389500Clerk-like experienced, which no less adorns
1.2.390501Our gentry than our parents' noble names,
1.2.391502In whose success we are gentle -- I beseech you,
1.2.392503If you know ought which does behoove my knowledge
In ignorant concealment. I may not answer.
A sickness caught of me, and yet I well?
1.2.396508I must be answered. Dost thou hear, Camillo?
1.2.398510Which honor does acknowledge, whereof the least
1.2.399511Is not this suit of mine, that thou declare
1.2.401513Is creeping toward me; how far off, how near,
If not, how best to bear it. Sir, I will tell you,
1.2.406518That I think honorable; therefore mark my counsel,
1.2.407519Which must be even as swiftly followed as
1.2.408520I mean to utter it, or both yourself and me,
Cry lost, and so good night! On, good Camillo.
I am appointed him to murder you.
By whom, Camillo?
By whom, Camillo? By the King!
For what?
For what? He thinks, nay with all confidence he swears
1.2.414529To vice you to't, that you have touched his Queen
Forbiddenly. Oh then, my best blood turn
1.2.417533Be yoked with his that did betray the best!
1.2.419535A savor that may strike the dullest nostril
1.2.420536Where I arrive and my approach be shunned,
1.2.421537Nay, hated too, worse then the greatest infection
That ere was heard or read. Swear his thought over
1.2.424541By all their influences; you may as well
1.2.427544The fabric of his folly, whose foundation
1.2.428545Is piled upon his faith and will continue
The standing of his body. How should this grow?
I know not, but I am sure 'tis safer to
1.2.431549Avoid what's grown than question how 'tis born.
1.2.433551That lies enclosèd in this trunk, which you
1.2.434552Shall bear along impawned, away tonight!
1.2.435553Your followers I will whisper to the business,
1.2.436554And will by twos and threes at several posterns
1.2.437555Clear them o'th'city. For myself, I'll put
1.2.438556My fortunes to your service, which are here
1.2.439557By this discovery lost. Be not uncertain,
1.2.441559Have uttered truth, which, if you seek to prove,
1.2.442560I dare not stand by; nor shall you be safer,
1.2.443561Than one condemned by the king's own mouth
Thereon his execution sworn. I do believe thee;
1.2.445564I saw his heart in's face. Give me thy hand,
1.2.447566Still neighbor mine. My ships are ready, and
1.2.450569Is for a precious creature; as she's rare,
1.2.451570Must it be great; and, as his person's mighty,
1.2.452571Must it be violent; and, as he does conceive
1.2.454573Professed to him, why, his revenges must
1.2.455574In that be made more bitter. Fear o'ershades me!
1.2.456575Good expedition be my friend, and comfort
1.2.457576The gracious queen, part of his theme, but nothing
1.2.458577Of his ill-ta'en suspicion. Come, Camillo,
1.2.460579Thou bear'st my life off, hence. Let us avoid.
It is in mine authority to command
1.2.462581The keys of all the posterns; please your highness
1.2.463582To take the urgent hour. Come, sir, away.
Exeunt.
2.1.0.1584Enter Hermione, Mamillius, Ladies. Leontes, 585Antigonus, Lords [stand aside]. Take the boy to you; he so troubles me,
'Tis past enduring. Come, my gracious lord.
Shall I be your playfellow? No, I'll none of you.
Why, my sweet lord?
[To 1 Lady] You'll kiss me hard and speak to me as if
2.1.7593I were a baby still.
[To 2 Lady] I love you better.
And why so, my lord?
And why so, my lord? Not for because
2.1.9596Your brows are blacker, yet black brows they say
2.1.10597Become some women best, so that there be not
2.1.11598Too much hair there, but in a semi-circle
Or a half-moon made with a pen. Who taught this?
I learned it out of women's faces. Pray now,
What color are your eyebrows? Blue, my lord.
Nay, that's a mock! I have seen a lady's nose
2.1.16605That has been blue, but not her eyebrows.
That has been blue, but not her eyebrows. Hark ye,
2.1.17607The Queen your mother rounds apace. We shall
2.1.18608Present our services to a fine new prince
2.1.19609One of these days, and then you'd wanton with us,
If we would have you. She is spread of late
2.1.21612Into a goodly bulk -- good time encounter her!
What wisdom stirs amongst you? Come, sir, now
2.1.23614I am for you again. Pray you sit by us,
And tell's a tale. Merry or sad shall't be?
As merry as you will.
As merry as you will. A sad tale's best for winter.
I have one of sprites and goblins. Let's have that, good sir.
2.1.27621Come on, sit down, come on, and do your best,
2.1.28622To fright me with your sprites; you're powerful at it.
There was a man --
There was a man -- Nay, come sit down.
2.1.29.1[Gestures Mamillius to sit] Then on.
-- Dwelt by a churchyard. I will tell it softly,
Come on then, and giv't me in mine ear.
2.1.32.1[Leontes, Antigonus, and Lords come forward]. Was he met there? His train? Camillo with
Behind the tuft of pines I met them; never
2.1.36631Saw I men scour so on their way. I eyed them
Even to their ships. How blest am I
2.1.38634In my just censure, in my true opinion!
2.1.39635Alack, for lesser knowledge! How accursed
2.1.40636In being so blest! There may be in the cup
2.1.41637A spider steeped and one may drink, depart,
2.1.42638And yet partake no venom, for his knowledge
2.1.44640Th' abhorred ingredient to his eye make known
2.1.45641How he hath drunk, he cracks his gorge, his sides
2.1.46642With violent hefts. I have drunk and seen the spider.
2.1.47643Camillo was his help in this, his pander.
2.1.48644There is a plot against my life, my crown.
2.1.49645All's true that is mistrusted. That false villain
2.1.50646Whom I employed was pre-employed by him.
2.1.52648Remain a pinched thing, yea, a very trick
2.1.53649For them to play at will. How came the posterns
So easily open? By his great authority,
2.1.55652Which often hath no less prevailed than so
On your command. I know't too well.
2.1.57655[To Hermione] Give me the boy. I am glad you did not nurse him
2.1.58656Though he does bear some signs of me, yet you
Have too much blood in him. What is this? Sport?
[To the Ladies] Bear the boy hence. He shall not come about her!
2.1.61660Away with him,
[To Hermione] and let her sport herself
2.1.62661With that she's big with, for 'tis Polixenes
Has made thee swell thus. But I'd say he had not,
2.1.64664And I'll be sworn you would believe my saying,
Howe'er you lean to th'nayward. You, my lords,
2.1.66667Look on her, mark her well. Be but about
2.1.68669The justice of your hearts will thereto add
2.1.69670"'Tis pity she's not honest" honorable.
2.1.70671Praise her but for this her without-door-form,
2.1.71672Which on my faith deserves high speech, and straight
2.1.72673The shrug, the "Hum," or "ha," these petty-brands
2.1.73674That calumny doth use. Oh, I am out,
2.1.74675That mercy does, for calumny will sear
2.1.75676Virtue itself. These shrugs, these "hum's", and "ha's",
2.1.76677When you have said she's goodly, come between
2.1.77678Ere you can say she's honest. But be't known
2.1.78679From him that has most cause to grieve it should be,
She's an adulteress! Should a villain say so,
2.1.80682The most replenished villain in the world,
2.1.81683He were as much more villain. You, my lord,
Do but mistake. You have mistook, my lady,
2.1.83686Polixenes for Leontes. O thou thing,
2.1.84687Which I'll not call a creature of thy place,
2.1.85688Lest barbarism, making me the precedent,
2.1.86689Should a like language use to all degrees
2.1.87690And mannerly distinguishment leave out
2.1.88691Betwixt the prince and beggar. I have said
2.1.89692She's an adulteress; I have said with whom.
2.1.90693More, she's a traitor, and Camillo is
2.1.91694A federary with her and one that knows
2.1.92695What she should shame to know herself,
2.1.93696But with her most vile principal: that she's
2.1.95698That vulgars give bold'st titles; ay, and privy
To this their late escape. No, by my life,
2.1.97701Privy to none of this! How will this grieve you
2.1.98702When you shall come to clearer knowledge that
2.1.99703You thus have published me? Gentle, my Lord,
2.1.100704You scarce can right me throughly than to say
You did mistake. No, if I mistake
2.1.102707In those foundations which I build upon,
2.1.104709A school-boy's top.
[To the Lords] Away with her to prison!
2.1.105710He who shall speak for her is a far-off guilty,
But that he speaks. There's some ill planet reigns.
2.1.108714With an aspect more favorable. Good, my lords,
2.1.110716Commonly are, the want of which vain dew
2.1.111717Perchance shall dry your pities, but I have
2.1.112718That honorable grief lodged here which burns
2.1.113719Worse than tears drown. Beseech you all, my lords,
2.1.114720With thoughts so qualified as your charities
2.1.115721Shall best instruct you measure me; and so,
[The guards delay removing Hermione.]
The King's will be performed. Shall I be heard?
Who is't that goes with me? Beseech your Highness
2.1.119726My plight requires it.
[To the women] Do not weep, good fools,
2.1.120727There is no cause. When you shall know your mistress
2.1.121728Has deserved prison, then abound in tears
2.1.123730Is for my better grace.
[To Leontes] Adieu, my Lord,
2.1.125732I trust I shall. My women, come, you have leave.
2.1.125.1[Exit Hermione under guard, with her women.] Go, do our bidding. Hence!
Beseech your Highness, call the Queen again.
Be certain what you do, sir, lest your justice
2.1.129736Prove violence, in the which three great ones suffer:
Yourself, your Queen, your son. For her, my Lord,
2.1.131739I dare my life lay down, and will do't, sir,
2.1.132740Please you t' accept it, that the Queen is spotless
2.1.133741I'th' eyes of heaven, and to you -- I mean
In this which you accuse her. If it prove
2.1.135744She's otherwise, I'll keep my stables where
2.1.136745I lodge my wife; I'll go in couples with her.
2.1.137746Than when I feel and see her, no farther trust her;
2.1.139748Ay, every dram of woman's flesh, is false
If she be. Hold your peaces.
If she be. Hold your peaces. Good, my lord --
It is for you we speak, not for ourselves.
2.1.143754That will be damned for't. Would I knew the villain,
2.1.144755I would land-damn him; be she honor-flawed,
2.1.145756I have three daughters: the eldest is eleven;
2.1.146757The second and the third nine and some five.
2.1.147758If this prove true, they'll pay for't. By mine honor,
2.1.148759I'll geld 'em all; fourteen they shall not see
2.1.149760To bring false generations. They are co-heirs,
Should not produce fair issue. Cease, no more!
2.1.152764You smell this business with a sense as cold
2.1.153765As is a dead man's nose; but I do see't and feel't,
2.1.154766As you feel doing thus
[Grabbing Antigonus's beard] and see withal
The instruments that feel. If it be so,
2.1.157770There's not a grain of it the face to sweeten
Of the whole dungy earth. What? Lack I credit?
I had rather you did lack than I, my Lord,
2.1.160774Upon this ground, and more it would content me
2.1.161775To have her honor true than your suspicion
Be blamed for't how you might. Why, what need we
2.1.163778Commune with you of this, but rather follow
2.1.164779Our forceful instigation? Our prerogative
2.1.165780Calls not your counsels, but our natural goodness
2.1.166781Imparts this, which, if you, or stupified
2.1.167782Or seeming so in skill, cannot or will not
2.1.168783Relish a truth like us, inform yourselves
2.1.169784We need no more of your advice; the matter,
Is all properly ours. And I wish, my liege,
2.1.172788You had only in your silent judgement tried it,
Without more overture. How could that be?
2.1.175792Or thou wert born a fool. Camillo's flight,
2.1.177794Which was as gross as ever touched conjecture,
2.1.178795That lacked sight only, naught for approbation
2.1.179796But only seeing, all other circumstances
2.1.180797Made up to'th deed -- doth push-on this proceeding.
2.1.183800Most piteous to be wild, I have dispatched in post
2.1.186803Of stuffed-sufficiency; now, from the oracle
2.1.187804They will bring all whose spiritual counsel had
2.1.188805Shall stop or spur me. Have I done well?
Well done, my Lord.
Though I am satisfied and need no more
2.1.192809Give rest to th' minds of others, such as he
2.1.194811Come up to th' truth. So have we thought it good
2.1.195812From our free person she should be confined,
2.1.196813Lest that the treachery of the two fled hence
2.1.197814Be left her to perform. Come, follow us.
2.1.198815We are to speak in public; for this business
Will raise us all. [Aside] To laughter, as I take it,
Exeunt.
2.2.0.1820Enter Paulina, a Gentleman [and attendants] The keeper of the prison, call to him.
2.2.2822Let him have knowledge who I am.
[Exit Gentleman]
Let him have knowledge who I am. Good lady,
2.2.3823No court in Europe is too good for thee.
[Enter Jailer and Gentleman]
What dost thou then in prison? Now, good sir,
You know me, do you not? For a worthy lady,
And one who much I honor. Pray you then,
Conduct me to the queen. I may not, madam.
2.2.8831To the contrary I have express commandment.
Here's ado, to lock up honesty and honor from
2.2.10833Th' access of gentle visitors. Is't lawful pray you
2.2.11834To see her women? Any of them? Emilia?
So please you, madam,
2.2.13836To put apart these your attendants, I
Shall bring Emilia forth. I pray now call her;
[Exeunt Gentleman and attendants]
Withdraw yourselves. And, madam,
2.2.16841I must be present at your conference.
Well, be't so, prithee.
[Exit Jailer]
2.2.18843Here's such ado to make no stain a stain
As passes coloring. Dear gentlewoman,
As well as one so great and so forlorn
2.2.22847May hold together; on her frights and griefs,
2.2.23848Which never tender lady hath borne greater,
2.2.24849She is something before her time delivered.
A boy?
A boy? A daughter, and a goodly babe,
2.2.26852Lusty and like to live; the Queen receives
2.2.27853Much comfort in't, says, "my poor prisoner,
I am innocent as you." I dare be sworn,
2.2.29856These dangerous, unsafe lunes i'th' King, beshrew them!
2.2.30857He must be told on't, and he shall. The office
2.2.31858Becomes a woman best. I'll take't upon me.
2.2.32859If I prove honey-mouthed, let my tongue blister
2.2.34861The trumpet any more. Pray you, Emilia,
2.2.35862Commend my best obedience to the Queen;
2.2.36863If she dares trust me with her little babe,
2.2.37864I'll show't the King and undertake to be
2.2.38865Her advocate to th' loudest. We do not know
2.2.39866How he may soften at the sight o'th'child.
Persuades when speaking fails. Most worthy madam,
2.2.42870Your honor and your goodness is so evident
2.2.43871That your free undertaking cannot miss
2.2.44872A thriving issue; there is no lady living
2.2.45873So meet for this great errand. Please your Ladyship
2.2.46874To visit the next room, I'll presently
2.2.47875Acquaint the Queen of your most noble offer,
2.2.48876Who but today hammered of this design,
2.2.49877But durst not tempt a minister of honor
Lest she should be denied. Tell her, Emilia,
2.2.51880I'll use that tongue I have; if wit flow from't
2.2.52881As boldness from my bosom, le't not be doubted
I shall do good. Now be you blest for it!
2.2.54884I'll to the Queen. Please you come something nearer.
[To Paulina] Madam, if't please the Queen to send the babe,
2.2.56886I know not what I shall incur to pass it,
Having no warrant. You need not fear it, sir,
2.2.58889This child was prisoner to the womb and is
2.2.59890By law and process of great nature thence
2.2.60891Freed and enfranchised, not a party to
2.2.61892The anger of the King, nor guilty of,
2.2.62893If any be, the trespass of the Queen.
I do believe it.
Do not you fear! Upon mine honor, I
Exeunt.
Nor night nor day no rest. It is but weakness
2.3.2901To bear the matter thus, mere weakness. If
2.3.3902The cause were not in being -- part o'th cause,
2.3.4903She, th' adulteress; for the harlot-king
2.3.5904Is quite beyond mine arm, out of the blank
2.3.6905And level of my brain, plot-proof -- but she,
2.3.7906I can hook to me. Say that she were gone,
2.3.8907Given to the fire, a moiety of my rest
2.3.9908Might come to me again. Who's there?
Might come to me again. Who's there? My lord?
How does the boy?
He took good rest tonight. 'Tis hoped
His sickness is discharged. To see his nobleness
2.3.13914Conceiving the dishonor of his mother!
2.3.14915He straight declined, drooped, took it deeply,
2.3.15916Fastened, and fixed the shame on't in himself;
2.3.16917Threw off his spirit, his appetite, his sleep,
2.3.17918And downright languished. Leave me solely. Go,
See how he fares. Fie, fie, no thought of him.
2.3.19920The very thought of my revenges that way
2.3.20921Recoil upon me: in himself too mighty,
2.3.21922And in his parties, his alliance. Let him be
2.3.22923Until a time may serve. For present vengeance
2.3.23924Take it on her. Camillo and Polixenes
2.3.24925Laugh at me, make their pastime at my sorrow.
2.3.25926They should not laugh if I could reach them, nor
2.3.26.1928Enter Paulina [with baby], Antigonus, Lords and Servants. Shall she within my power. You must not enter.
Nay, rather, good my lords, be second to me.
2.3.28931Fear you his tyrannous passion more, alas,
2.3.29932Than the Queen's life? A gracious innocent soul,
More free than he is jealous. That's enough.
Madam, he hath not slept tonight, commanded
None should come at him. Not so hot, good sir.
2.3.33938I come to bring him sleep. 'Tis such as you
2.3.34939That creep like shadows by him and do sigh
2.3.35940At each his needless heavings, such as you
2.3.37942Do come with words as medicinal as true --
2.3.38943Honest as either -- to purge him of that humor
That presses him from sleep. [To Paulina, taking notice of voice] What noise there, ho?
No noise, my Lord, but needful conference
2.3.41947About some gossips for your Highness.
About some gossips for your Highness. How?
2.3.42949Away with that audacious lady! Antigonus,
2.3.43950I charged thee that she should not come about me.
I knew she would. I told her so, my lord,
2.3.45953On your displeasure's peril and on mine
She should not visit you. What? Canst not rule her?
From all dishonesty he can; in this --
2.3.48957Unless he take the course that you have done,
2.3.49958Commit me for committing honor -- trust it,
He shall not rule me. La you now, you hear.
2.3.51961When she will take the rein I let her run,
But she'll not stumble. Good, my liege, I come,
2.3.53964And I beseech you hear me, who professes
2.3.54965Myself your loyal servant, your physician,
2.3.55966Your most obedient counselor yet that dares
2.3.56967Less appear so in comforting your evils,
2.3.57968Than such as most seem yours. I say, I come
From your good queen. "Good" queen?
Good queen, my Lord, good queen,
2.3.61973And would by combat make her good, so were I
A man, the worst about you. Force her hence.
Let him that makes but trifles of his eyes
2.3.64977First hand me; on mine own accord, I'll off,
2.3.65978But first I'll do my errand. The good queen --
2.3.66979For she is good -- hath brought you forth a daughter.
2.3.67980Here 'tis. Commends it to your blessing.
[Laying down the baby]
Here 'tis. Commends it to your blessing. Out!
2.3.68982A mankind witch? Hence with her, out o'door!
A most intelligencing bawd. Not so!
2.3.71986In so entitling me and no less honest
2.3.72987Than you are mad, which is enough I'll warrant
2.3.73988As this world goes to pass for honest.
As this world goes to pass for honest. Traitors!
[To Antigonus] Give her the bastard,
2.3.75991Thou dotard! Thou art woman-tired, unroosted
2.3.76992By thy dame Partlet here. Take up the bastard,
2.3.77993Take't up, I say! Give't to thy crone.
Take't up, I say! Give't to thy crone. [To Antigonus] Forever
2.3.79996Tak'st up the princess by that forced baseness
Which he has put upon't. He dreads his wife.
So I would you did; then 'twere past all doubt
You'd call your children yours. A nest of traitors!
I am none, by this good light.
I am none, by this good light. Nor I, nor any
2.3.841004But one that's here, and that's himself. For he
2.3.851005The sacred honor of himself, his queen's,
2.3.861006His hopeful son's, his babe's, betrays to slander,
2.3.871007Whose sting is sharper than the sword's and will not --
2.3.881008For as the case now stands, it is a curse
2.3.891009He cannot be compelled to't -- once remove
2.3.901010The root of his opinion, which is rotten,
As ever oak or stone was sound. A callet
2.3.921013Of boundless tongue, who late hath beat her husband
2.3.931014And now baits me. This brat is none of mine.
2.3.951016Hence with it, and together with the dam
Commit them to the fire! It is yours,
2.3.971019And might we lay th'old proverb to your charge,
2.3.981020So like you 'tis the worse. Behold, my lords,
2.3.991021Although the print be little, the whole matter
2.3.1011023The trick of's frown, his forehead, nay, the valley,
2.3.1021024The pretty dimples of his chin, and cheek, his smiles
2.3.1031025The very mold and frame of hand, nail, finger.
2.3.1041026And thou, good goddess Nature, which hast made it
2.3.1061028The ordering of the mind too, 'mongst all colors
2.3.1071029No yellow in't, lest she suspect, as he does,
Her children not her husband's. A gross hag!
2.3.1091032[To Antigonus] And, lozel, thou art worthy to be hanged
That wilt not stay her tongue. Hang all the husbands
2.3.1111035That cannot do that feat, you'll leave yourself
Hardly one subject. Once more, take her hence!
A most unworthy and unnatural lord
Can do no more. I'll ha' thee burnt.
Can do no more. I'll ha' thee burnt. I care not.
2.3.1161043Not she which burns in't. I'll not call you tyrant.
2.3.1191046Than your own weak-hinged fancy, something savors
Yea, scandalous to the world. [To Antigonus] On your allegiance,
2.3.1221050Out of the chamber with her. Were I a tyrant,
2.3.1231051Where were her life? She durst not call me so
[To Lords] I pray you do not push me; I'll be gone.
2.3.1261054Look to your babe, my Lord, 'tis yours. Jove send her
2.3.1271055A better guiding spirit. What needs these hands?
2.3.1281056You that are thus so tender o'er his follies
So, so. Farewell, we are gone. Thou, traitor, hast set on thy wife to this.
2.3.1341063Even thou, and none but thou. Take it up straight;
2.3.1361065And by good testimony, or I'll seize thy life
2.3.1371066With what thou else call'st thine. If thou refuse,
2.3.1391068The bastard-brains with these my proper hands
For thou set'st on thy wife. I did not, sir.
2.3.1421072These lords, my noble fellows, if they please,
Can clear me in't. We can, my royal liege.
You're liars all!
Beseech your Highness, give us better credit.
2.3.1501081Past and to come that you do change this purpose,
I am a feather for each wind that blows.
2.3.1571088It shall not neither. You sir, come you hither,
2.3.1601091To save this bastard's life, for 'tis a bastard,
2.3.1611092So sure as this beard's gray. What will you adventure
To save this brat's life? Anything, my lord,
2.3.1651097I'll pawn the little blood which I have left
It shall be possible. Swear by this sword
Thou wilt perform my bidding. [Places hand on hilt of sword] I will, my lord.
Mark, and perform it, seest thou? For the fail
2.3.1711104Death to thyself, but to thy lewd-tongued wife,
2.3.1721105Whom for this time we pardon. We enjoin thee,
2.3.1741107This female bastard hence, and that thou bear it
2.3.1761109Of our dominions; and that there thou leave it
2.3.1781111And favor of the climate. As by strange fortune
2.3.1811114That thou commend it strangely to some place
2.3.1821115Where chance may nurse or end it. Take it up.
I swear to do this, though a present death
[Takes up baby]
2.3.1851118Some powerful spirit instruct the kites and ravens
2.3.1861119To be thy nurses. Wolves and bears, they say,
2.3.1881121Like offices of pity--
[To Leontes] Sir, be prosperous
2.3.1891122In more than this deed does require --
[To baby] and blessing
Poor thing, condemned to loss. No, I'll not rear
Another's issue. Please your Highness, posts
2.3.1951130Being well arrived from Delphos, are both landed,
Hasting to th'court. So please you, sir, their speed
Hath been beyond account. Twenty-three days
2.3.1981135They have been absent. 'Tis good speed, foretells
2.3.2001137The truth of this appear. Prepare you, lords,
Exeunt.
The climate's delicate, the air most sweet,
3.1.21147Fertile the isle, the temple much surpassing
The common praise it bears. I shall report,
3.1.41150For most it caught me, the celestial habits,
3.1.51151Methinks I so should term them, and the reverence
3.1.61152Of the grave wearers. O, the sacrifice,
3.1.71153How ceremonious, solemn, and unearthly
It was i'th'offering! But of all, the burst
3.1.91156And the ear-deafening voice o'th'oracle,
3.1.101157Kin to Jove's thunder, so surprised my sense
That I was nothing. If th' event o'th' journey
3.1.121160Prove as successful to the queen--O, be't so--
3.1.131161As it hath been to us, rare, pleasant, speedy,
The time is worth the use on't. Great Apollo,
3.1.151164Turn all to th'best! These proclamations,
I little like. The violent carriage of it
3.1.181168Will clear or end the business when the oracle
3.1.201170Shall the contents discover, something rare
3.1.211171Even then will rush to knowledge. Go. Fresh horses!
Exeunt.
This sessions to our great grief we pronounce,
3.2.21177Even pushes 'gainst our heart. The party tried,
3.2.31178The daughter of a king, our wife, and one
3.2.41179Of us too much beloved. Let us be cleared
3.2.51180Of being tyrannous, since we so openly
3.2.61181Proceed in justice, which shall have due course,
It is his Highness' pleasure that the queen
[Enter Hermione for trial, with Paulina and Ladies]
Appear in person, here in court. Silence!
Read the indictment.
[Reads] Hermione, queen to the worthy Leontes, King
1188of Sicilia, thou art here accused and arraigned of high
1189treason,in committing adultery with Polixenes, King of Bohemia,
1190and conspiring with Camillo to take away the life of our
1191soveraign lord the king, thy royal husband, the pretence whereof
1192being by circumstances partly laid open, thou, Hermione,
1193contrary to the faith and allegiance of a true subject, didst
1194counsel and aid them, for their better safety, to fly away by
1195night.
Since what I am to say must be but that
3.2.161199But what comes from myself, it shall scarce boot me
3.2.181201Being counted falsehood, shall, as I express it,
3.2.191202Be so received. But thus, if powers divine
3.2.211204I doubt not then but innocence shall make
3.2.231206Tremble at patience. You, my lord, best know
3.2.241207Whom least will seem to do so my past life
3.2.251208Hath been as continent, as chaste, as true,
3.2.271210Than history can pattern, though devised
3.2.281211And played to take spectators. For behold me,
3.2.301213A moiety of the throne, a great king's daughter,
3.2.311214The mother to a hopeful prince, here standing
3.2.321215To prate and talk for life and honor fore
3.2.331216Who please to come and hear. For life, I prize it
3.2.341217As I weigh grief, which I would spare. For honor,
3.2.371220To your own conscience, sir, before Polixenes
3.2.381221Came to your court how I was in your grace,
3.2.411224Have strained t' appear thus; if one jot beyond
3.2.431226That way inclining, hardened be the hearts
3.2.441227Of all that hear me, and my nearest of kin
Cry fie upon my grave. I never heard yet
Than to perform it first. That's true enough,
3.2.491234Though 'tis a saying, sir, not due to me.
You will not own it.
You will not own it. More than mistress of
3.2.511237Which comes to me in name of fault I must not
3.2.551241With such a kind of love as might become
3.2.581244Which, not to have done, I think had been in me
3.2.601246To you and toward your friend, whose love had spoke
3.2.611247Even since it could speak, from an infant, freely,
3.2.631249I know not how it tastes, though it be dished
3.2.661252And why he left your court the gods themselves,
You knew of his departure, as you know
3.2.691255What you have underta'en to do in's absence.
What you have underta'en to do in's absence. Sir,
3.2.701257You speak a language that I understand not.
3.2.711258My life stands in the level of your dreams,
Which I'll lay down. Your actions are my dreams.
3.2.741262And I but dreamed it; as you were past all shame,
3.2.751263Those of your fact are so, so past all truth,
3.2.761264Which to deny concerns more then avails; for as
3.2.771265Thy brat hath been cast out, like to itself,
3.2.801268Shalt feel our justice, in whose easiest passage
Look for no less than death. Sir, spare your threats.
3.2.821271The bug which you would fright me with I seek;
3.2.841273The crown and comfort of my life, your favor,
3.2.871276And first fruits of my body, from his presence
3.2.881277I am barred, like one infectious. My third comfort
3.2.891278Starred most unluckily, is from my breast --
3.2.901279The innocent milk in it most innocent mouth --
3.2.911280Hal'd out to murder. Myself on every post
3.2.921281Proclaimed a strumpet, with immodest hatred
3.2.931282The child-bed privilege denied, which longs
3.2.941283To women of all fashion. Lastly, hurried
3.2.951284Here, to this place, i'th' open air, before
3.2.961285I have got strength of limit. Now, my liege,
3.2.971286Tell me what blessings I have here alive
3.2.981287That I should fear to die? Therefore, proceed,
3.2.991288But yet hear this -- mistake me not -- no life,
Apollo be my judge. This your request
The emperor of Russia was my father.
3.2.113.1[Enter Cleomines and Dion with officers] Of pity, not revenge. You here shall swear upon this sword of justice,
3.2.1151306Been both at Delphos and from thence have brought
3.2.1171308Of great Apollo's priest; and that since then,
Nor read the secrets in't. All this we swear.
Break up the seals and read.
[Reads]
Hermione is chaste, Polixenes blameless, Camillo
1314a true subject, Leontes a jealous tyrant, his innocent babe
1315truly begotten, and the king shall live without an heir if that
1316which is lost be not found.
Now blessed be the great Apollo.
Praised!
Hast thou read truth?
Hast thou read truth? Ay, my lord, even so
There is no truth at all i'th'oracle!
3.2.1271322The sessions shall proceed. This is mere falsehood.
My lord, the King, the King!
My lord, the King, the King! What is the business?
O, sir, I shall be hated to report it.
3.2.1301326The prince your son, with mere conceit and fear
Of the queen's speed, is gone. How "gone"?
Of the queen's speed, is gone. How "gone"? Is dead!
Apollo's angry, and the heavens themselves
[Hermione falls]
Do strike at my injustice! How now there?
This news is mortal to the Queen! Look down
And see what death is doing. Take her hence!
3.2.1361335Her heart is but o'er-charged; she will recover.
3.2.1371336I have too much believed mine own suspicion.
[Paulia and Ladies exit with Hermione]
Some remedies for life. Apollo, pardon
3.2.1491348My swift command. Though I with death and with
3.2.1511350Not doing it and being done, he -- most humane,
3.2.1531352Unclasped my practice, quit his fortunes here,
[Enter Paulina]
Does my deeds make the blacker! Woe the while!
Break too. What fit is this? Good lady?
What studied torments, tyrant, hast for me?
3.2.1621363What wheels, racks, fires? What flaying? Boiling
3.2.1671368Fancies too weak for boys, too green and idle
3.2.1681369For girls of nine -- Oh think what they have done,
3.2.1711372That thou betrayedst Polixenes, 'twas nothing.
3.2.1721373That did but show thee of a fool, inconstant,
3.2.1741375Thou wouldst have poisoned good Camillo's honor
3.2.1761377More monstrous standing by; whereof I reckon
3.2.1771378The casting forth to crows thy baby daughter
3.2.1791380Would have shed water out of fire ere done't.
3.2.1811382Of the young prince, whose honorable thoughts,
3.2.1821383Thoughts high for one so tender, cleft the heart
3.2.1831384That could conceive a gross and foolish sire
3.2.1841385Blemished his gracious dam. This is not, no,
3.2.1851386Laid to thy answer. But the last -- O lords,
3.2.1861387When I have said, "Cry woe!" -- the Queen, the Queen,
3.2.1871388The sweetest, dearest creature's dead, and vengeance for't
Not dropped down yet. The higher powers forbid!
I say she's dead! I'll swear't! If word nor oath
3.2.1921394Heat outwardly, or breath within, I'll serve you
3.2.1941396Do not repent these things, for they are heavier
3.2.1951397Than all thy woes can stir; therefore, betake thee
To look that way thou wert. Go on, go on!
3.2.2011404Thou canst not speak too much. I have deserved
All tongues to talk their bitt'rest. [To Paulina] Say no more.
3.2.2031407Howe'er the business goes, you have made fault
I'th'boldness of your speech. I am sorry for't.
3.2.2051410All faults I make, when I shall come to know them,
3.2.2081413To th'noble heart. What's gone and what's past help
3.2.2091414Should be past grief.
[To Leontes] Do not receive affliction
3.2.2121417Of what you should forget. Now, good my liege,
3.2.2141419The love I bore your queen -- lo, fool again!
3.2.2151420I'll speak of her no more, nor of your children;
And I'll say nothing. Thou didst speak but well,
3.2.2191425When most the truth which I receive much better
3.2.2221428One grave shall be for both. Upon them shall
3.2.2251431The chapel where they lie, and tears shed there
Exeunt.
3.3.0.11437[Enter Antigonus carrying baby, followed by a mariner] Thou art perfect, then, our ship hath touched upon
The deserts of Bohemia? Ay, my lord, and fear
3.3.31442We have landed in ill time: the skies look grimly
3.3.41443And threaten present blusters. In my conscience
3.3.51444The heavens with that we have in hand are angry
Their sacred wills be done. Go, get aboard,
3.3.81447Look to thy bark. I'll not be long before
I call upon thee. Make your best haste, and go not
3.3.101450Too far i'th'land. 'Tis like to be loud weather.
3.3.111451Besides, this place is famous for the creatures
Of prey that keep upon't. Go thou away,
I'll follow instantly. I am glad at heart
To be so rid o'th business. Come, poor babe.
3.3.151458I have heard -- but not believed -- the spirits o'th'dead
3.3.161459May walk again. If such thing be, thy mother
3.3.171460Appeared to me last night, for never was dream
3.3.181461So like a waking. To me comes a creature,
3.3.191462Sometimes her head on one side, some another.
3.3.211464So filled and so becoming; in pure white robes
3.3.231466My cabin where I lay, thrice bowed before me,
3.3.241467And, gasping to begin some speech, her eyes
3.3.261469Did this break from her: "Good Antigonus,
3.3.271470Since Fate -- against thy better disposition --
3.3.281471Hath made thy person for the thrower-out
3.3.291472Of my poor babe according to thine oath,
3.3.311474There weep, and leave it crying; and for the babe
3.3.331476I prithee call't. For this ungentle business
3.3.341477Put on thee by my lord, thou never shalt see
3.3.351478Thy wife Paulina more!" And so, with shrieks
3.3.371480I did in time collect myself and thought
3.3.381481This was so and no slumber. Dreams are toys,
3.3.421485Apollo would, this being indeed the issue
3.3.431486Of King Polixenes, it should here be laid,
3.3.441487Either for life or death, upon the earth
3.3.451488Of its right father. Blossom, speed thee well!
3.3.45.1[Places the baby and a scroll upon the ground] 3.3.461489There lie, and there thy character; there these,
3.3.471490Which may, if Fortune please, both breed thee, pretty,
[Thunder]
And still rest thine. The storm begins, poor wretch,
3.3.491492That for thy mother's fault art thus exposed
3.3.501493To loss and what may follow. Weep I cannot,
3.3.511494But my heart bleeds, and most accursed am I
3.3.521495To be by oath enjoined to this. Farewell.
3.3.531496The day frowns more and more. Thou'rt like to have
[The sound of a storm, with horns and dogs barking]
The heavens so dim by day. A savage clamor!
3.3.561499Well may I get aboard! This is the chase.
Exit pursued by a bear.
I would there were no age between ten and
1502three and twenty, or that youth would sleep out the rest,
1503for there is nothing in the between but getting
1504wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing,
1505fighting -- hark you now! Would any but these
1506boiled-brains of nineteen and two-and-twenty hunt this
1507weather? They have scared away two of my best sheep,
1508which I fear the wolf will sooner find then the
1509master. If anywhere I have them, 'tis by the seaside,
1510browsing of ivy. Good luck, an't be thy will! What have
1511we here?
[Seeing the baby] Mercy on's, a bairn? A very pretty bairn! A
1512boy or a child I wonder? A pretty one, a very pretty
1513one, sure some scape. Though I am not bookish, yet I
1514can read waiting-gentlewoman in the scape. This has
1515been some stair-work, some trunk-work, some
1516behind-door work. They were warmer that got this
1517than the poor thing is here. I'll take it up for pity, yet
1518I'll tarry till my son come. He hallooed but even now.
1519Whoa-ho-hoa!
Hilloa, loa!
What? Art so near? If thou'lt see a thing to
1523talk on when thou art dead and rotten, come hither.
1524What ailst thou, man?
I have seen two such sights by sea and by land,
1526but I am not to say it is a sea, for it is now the sky;
1527betwixt the firmament and it you cannot thrust a bodkin's
1528point.
Why, boy, how is it?
I would you did but see how it chafes, how it
1531rages, how it takes up the shore, but that's not to the point.
1532Oh, the most piteous cry of the poor souls, sometimes
1533to see 'em, and not to see 'em. Now the ship boring
1534the moon with her main mast, and anon swallowed
1535with yeast and froth, as you'd thrust a cork into a
1536hogshead. And then for the land-service, to see how the
1537bear tore out his shoulderbone, how he cried to me
1538for help, and said his name was Antigonus, a nobleman.
1539But to make an end of the ship, to see how the sea
1540flap-dragoned it. But first, how the poor souls roared and
1541the sea mocked them, and how the poor gentleman
1542roared and the bear mocked him, both roaring louder
1543than the sea or weather.
Name of mercy, when was this, boy?
Now, now. I have not winked since I saw these
1546sights. The men are not yet cold under water, nor the
1547bear half dined on the gentleman; he's at it now.
Would I had been by to have helped the
1549old man.
I would you had been by the ship side, to have
1551helped her. There your charity would have lacked footing.
Heavy matters, heavy matters. But look thee
1553here, boy. Now bless thyself. Thou meet'st with things
1554dying, I with things newborn. Here's a sight for thee!
1555Look thee, a bearing-cloth for a squire's child. Look
1556thee here. Take up, take up, boy. Open't! So, let's see, it
1557was told me I should be rich by the fairies. This is some
1558changeling. Open't! What's within, boy?
[Opens box] You're a made old man. If the sins of your
1560youth are forgiven you, you're well to live. Gold, all
1561gold.
This is fairy gold boy, and 'twill prove so. Up
1563with't, keep it close. Home, home, the next way. We
1564are lucky, boy, and to be so still requires nothing but
1565secrecy. Let my sheep go. Come, good boy, the next
1566way home.
Go you the next way with your findings. I'll go
1568see if the bear be gone from the gentleman and how
1569much he hath eaten. They are never curst but when they
1570are hungry. If there be any of him left, I'll bury it.
That's a good deed. If thou mayst discern by
1572that which is left of him what he is, fetch me to th'sight
1573of him.
'Marry, will I, and you shall help to put him
1575i'th' ground.
'Tis a lucky day, boy, and we'll do good deeds
1577on't.
I, that please some, try all; both joy and terror
4.1.21581Of good and bad, that makes and unfolds error,
4.1.31582Now take upon me, in the name of Time,
4.1.41583To use my wings. Impute it not a crime
4.1.51584To me or my swift passage that I slide
4.1.61585O'er sixteen years and leave the growth untried
4.1.71586Of that wide gap, since it is in my power
4.1.81587To o'erthrow law, and in one self-born hour
4.1.91588To plant and o'erwhelm custom. Let me pass
4.1.121591The times that brought them in. So shall I do
4.1.131592To th' freshest things now reigning and make stale
4.1.141593The glistering of this present, as my tale
4.1.151594Now seems to it. Your patience this allowing,
4.1.161595I turn my glass and give my scene such growing
4.1.171596As you had slept between: Leontes leaving
4.1.181597Th'effects of his fond jealousies, so grieving
4.1.221601I mentioned a son o'th'king's, which Florizel
4.1.231602I now name to you, and with speed so pace
4.1.251604Equal with wond'ring. What of her ensues
4.1.261605I list not prophesy, but let Time's news
4.1.271606Be known when 'tis brought forth. A shepherd's daughter
4.1.281607And what to her adheres, which follows after,
4.1.301609If ever you have spent time worse, ere now.
4.1.311610If never, yet that Time himself doth say
I pray thee, good Camillo, be no more
1615importunate. 'Tis a sickness denying thee anything, a death to
1616grant this.
It is fifteen years since I saw my country.
1618Though I have for the most part been aired abroad, I
1619desire to lay my bones there. Besides, the penitent king,
1620my master, hath sent for me, to whose feeling sorrows
1621I might be some allay, or I o'erween to think so, which
1622is another spur to my departure.
As thou lov'st me, Camillo, wipe not out the rest
1624of thy services by leaving me now. The need I have of
1625thee thine own goodness hath made. Better not to
1626have had thee than thus to want thee. Thou, having made
1627 me businesses which none without thee can
1628sufficiently manage, must either stay to execute them thyself,
1629or take away with thee the very services thou hast done,
1630which if I have not enough considered -- as too much I
1631cannot -- to be more thankful to thee shall be my
1632study, and my profit therein the heaping friendships.
1633Of that fatal country Sicilia, prithee speak no more,
1634whose very naming punishes me with the remembrance
1635of that penitent, as thou callst him, and reconciled king
1636my brother, whose loss of his most precious queen and
1637children are even now to be afresh lamented. Say to
1638me when saw'st thou the prince Florizel, my son? Kings
1639are no less unhappy, their issue not being gracious, than
1640they are in losing them when they have approved their
1641virtues.
Sir, it is three days since I saw the Prince. What
1643his happier affairs may be are to me unknown, but I
1644have missingly noted he is of late much retired from
1645court and is less frequent to his princely exercises than
1646formerly he hath appeared.
I have considered so much, Camillo, and with
1648some care, so far, that I have eyes under my service
1649which look upon his removednesse, from whom I have
1650this intelligence: that he is seldom from the house of a
1651most homely shepherd, a man, they say, that from very
1652nothing and beyond the imagination of his neighbors
1653is grown into an unspeakable estate.
I have heard, sir, of such a man, who hath a
1655daughter of most rare note: the report of her is extended
1656more than can be thought to begin from such a cottage.
That's likewise part of my intelligence, but I
1658fear the angle that plucks our son thither. Thou
1659shalt accompany us to the place where we will, not
1660appearing what we are, have some question with the
1661shepherd, from whose simplicity I think it not uneasy to
1662get the cause of my son's resort thither. Prithee, be my
1663present partner in this business and lay aside the thoughts
1664of Sicilia.
I willingly obey your command.
My best Camillo, we must disguise ourselves.
When daffodils begin to peer
4.3.21670 With heigh, the doxy over the dale,
4.3.31671Why then comes in the sweet o'the year,
4.3.41672 For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale.
4.3.51673The white sheet bleaching on the hedge,
4.3.61674 With heigh, the sweet birds, O how they sing!
4.3.81676 For a quart of ale is a dish for a king.
4.3.101678 With heigh, with heigh, the thrush and the jay,
4.3.131681I have served Prince Florizel, and in my time wore
1682three-pile, but now I am out of service.
But shall I go mourn for that, my dear?
4.3.221691My traffic is sheets. When the kite builds, look to
1692lesser linen. My father named me Autolycus, who
1693being as I am littered under Mercury, was likewise a
1694snapper-up of unconsidered trifles. With die and drab,
1695I purchased this caparison, and my revenue is the silly
1696cheat. Gallows and knock are too powerful on
1697the highway. Beating and hanging are terrors to me.
1698For the life to come, I sleep out the thought of it. A
1699prize, a prize!
Let me see, every 'leven wether tods, every
1702tod yields pound and odd shilling. Fifteen hundred
1703shorn, what comes the wool to?
[Aside] If the springe hold, the cock's mine.
I cannot do't without counters.
[Taking out a list] Let me see,
1706what am I to buy for our sheep-shearing feast? Three
1707pound of sugar, five pound of currants, rice. What
1708will this sister of mine do with rice? But my father hath
1709made her mistress of the feast, and she lays it on. She
1710hath made me four-and-twenty nosegays for the
1711shearers -- three-man song men, all, and very good ones -- but
1712they are most of them means and basses but one
1713puritan amongst them, and he sings psalms to hornpipes.
1714I must have saffron to color the warden pies; mace;
1715dates, none -- that's out of my note; nutmegs, seven;
1716a race or two of ginger, but that I may beg; four
1717pound of prunes and as many of raisins o'th'sun.
[Groveling on the ground] Oh, that ever I was born.
I'th'name of me --
Oh, help me, help me! Pluck but off these
1721rags, and then, death, death!
Alack, poor soul, thou hast need of more rags
1723to lay on thee rather than have these off.
O sir, the loathsomeness of them offend me
1725more than the stripes I have received, which are mighty
1726ones and millions.
Alas, poor man, a million of beating may come
1728to a great matter.
I am robbed, sir, and beaten; my money and
1730apparel ta'en from me, and these detestable things put
1731upon me.
What, by a horseman or a footman?
A footman, sweet sir, a footman.
Indeed, he should be a footman by the garments
1735he has left with thee. If this be a horseman's coat, it
1736hath seen very hot service. Lend me thy hand. I'll help
1737thee. Come, lend me thy hand.
Oh, good sir, tenderly, Oh!
Alas, poor soul!
Oh, good sir, softly, good sir! I fear, sir, my
1741shoulder blade is out.
How now? Canst stand?
Softly, dear sir! Good sir, softly!
[Picking Clown's pocket] You have done
1744me a charitable office.
Dost lack any money? I have a little money for
1746thee.
No, good sweet sir. No, I beseech you, sir. I have
1748a kinsman not past three quarters of a mile hence, unto
1749whom I was going. I shall there have money or any
1750thing I want. Offer me no money I pray you; that kills
1751my heart.
What manner of fellow was he that robbed
1753you?
A fellow, sir, that I have known to go about
1755with troll-my-dames. I knew him once a servant of the
1756prince. I cannot tell, good sir, for which of his
1757virtues it was, but he was certainly whipped out of the
1758court.
His vices you would say. There's no virtue whipped
1760out of the court: they cherish it to make it stay there,
1761and yet it will no more but abide.
Vices I would say, sir. I know this man well.
1763He hath been since an ape-bearer, then a process-server --
1764a bailiff. Then he compassed a motion of the prodigal
1765son and married a tinker's wife within a mile where
1766my land and living lies, and, having flown over
1767many knavish professions, he settled only in rogue. Some
1768call him Autolycus.
Out upon him! Prig, for my life, prig! He haunts
1770wakes, fairies, and bearbaitings.
Very true, sir, he, sir, he. That's the rogue that
1772put me into this apparel.
Not a more cowardly rogue in all Bohemia. If
1774you had but looked big and spit at him, he'd have
1775run.
I must confess to you, sir, I am no fighter. I am
1777false of heart that way, and that he knew, I warrant him.
How do you now?
Sweet sir, much better than I was. I can stand
1780and walk. I will even take my leave of you and pace
1781softly towards my kinsman's.
Shall I bring thee on the way?
No, good-faced sir, no, sweet sir.
Then fare thee well. I must go buy spices for our
1785sheep-shearing.
Prosper you, sweet sir. Your purse is not hot
1787enough to purchase your spice. I'll be with you at your
1788sheep-shearing too. If I make not this cheat bring out
1789another and the shearers prove sheep, let me be unrolled
1790and my name put in the book of virtue!
Jog on, jog on, the footpath way,
These your unusual weeds to each part of you
4.4.21799Does give a life -- no shepherdess, but Flora
4.4.31800Peering in April's front. This your sheep-shearing
And you the queen on't. Sir, my gracious lord,
4.4.61804To chide at your extremes it not becomes me.
4.4.71805Oh pardon that I name them! Your high self,
4.4.81806The gracious mark o'th'land, you have obscured
4.4.91807With a swain's wearing, and me, poor lowly maid,
4.4.101808Most goddess-like pranked up! But that our feasts
4.4.111809In every mess have folly and the feeders
To show myself a glass. I bless the time
4.4.151814When my good falcon made her flight across
Thy father's ground. Now Jove afford you cause!
4.4.171817To me the difference forges dread; your greatness
4.4.181818Hath not been used to fear. Even now I tremble
4.4.201820Should pass this way, as you did. Oh, the Fates!
4.4.211821How would he look to see his work, so noble,
4.4.221822Vilely bound up? What would he say? Or how
4.4.231823Should I, in these my borrowed flaunts, behold
The sternness of his presence? Apprehend
4.4.251826Nothing but jollity. The gods themselves,
4.4.261827Humbling their deities to love, have taken
4.4.281829Became a bull and bellowed; the green Neptune
4.4.291830A ram and bleated; and the fire-robed god
4.4.331834Nor in a way so chaste, since my desires
Burn hotter than my faith. O but sir,
4.4.371839Opposed, as it must be, by th' power of the king.
4.4.391841Which then will speak that you must change this purpose,
Or I my life. Thou dearest Perdita,
4.4.411844With these forced thoughts I prithee darken not
4.4.421845The mirth o'th'feast, or I'll be thine, my fair,
4.4.451848I be not thine. To this I am most constant,
4.4.461849Though destiny say no. Be merry, gentle,
4.4.471850Strangle such thoughts as these with anything
4.4.481851That you behold the while. Your guests are coming.
4.4.491852Lift up your countenance as it were the day
We two have sworn shall come. O Lady Fortune,
[Enter the Old Shepherd, Clown, Mopsa, Dorcas, Servants, shepherds and shepherdesses, Polixenes and Camillo both disguised]
Stand you auspicious! See, your guests approach.
4.4.531858Address yourself to entertain them sprightly,
And let's be red with mirth. Fie, daughter, when my old wife lived, upon
4.4.551861This day she was both pantler, butler, cook,
4.4.561862Both dame and servant: welcomed all; served all;
4.4.571863Would sing her song, and dance her turn; now here
4.4.581864At upper end o'th table; now, i'th middle;
4.4.591865On his shoulder, and his; her face o' fire
4.4.601866With labor, and the thing she took to quench it
4.4.611867She would to each one sip. You are retired
4.4.631869The hostess of the meeting. Pray you, bid
4.4.641870These unknown friends to's welcome, for it is
4.4.651871A way to make us better friends, more known.
4.4.661872Come, quench your blushes and present yourself
4.4.671873That which you are, mistress o'th' feast. Come on,
4.4.681874And bid us welcome to your sheep-shearing,
As your good flock shall prosper. [To Polixenes] Sir, welcome.
4.4.701877It is my father's will I should take on me
[To Camillo] You're welcome, sir.
4.4.721879Give me those flowers there, Dorcas. Reverend sirs,
4.4.731880For you, there's rosemary and rue; these keep
And welcome to our shearing. Shepherdess,
4.4.771885A fair one are you. Well you fit our ages
With flowers of winter. Sir, the year growing ancient,
4.4.791888Not yet on summer's death nor on the birth
4.4.801889Of trembling winter, the fairest flowers o'th' season
4.4.811890Are our carnations and streaked gillyvors,
4.4.821891Which some call nature's bastards. Of that kind
4.4.831892Our rustic garden's barren, and I care not
To get slips of them. Wherefore, gentle maiden,
Do you neglect them? For I have heard it said
4.4.861897There is an art which in their piedness shares
With great creating nature. Say there be,
4.4.891901But nature makes that mean. So over that art
4.4.911903That nature makes; you see, sweet maid, we marry
4.4.951907Which does mend nature; change it rather, but
The art itself is nature. So it is.
Then make your garden rich in gillyvors,
And do not call them bastards. I'll not put
4.4.991913The dibble in earth to set one slip of them,
4.4.1011915This youth should say 'twere well, and only therefore
4.4.1021916Desire to breed by me. Here's flowers for you:
4.4.1051919And with him rises, weeping. These are flowers
4.4.1061920Of middle summer, and I think they are given
I should leave grazing were I of your flock,
And only live by gazing. Out, alas!
[To Florizel] Now, my fair'st friend,
4.4.1121927I would I had some flowers o'th'spring that might
4.4.1131928Become your time of day;
[To the sheperdesses] and yours, and yours,
4.4.1161931For the flowers now that frighted, thou let'st fall
4.4.1181933That come before the swallow dares, and take
4.4.1191934The winds of March with beauty; violets dim,
4.4.1261941The flower-de-luce being one. Oh, these I lack
4.4.1271942To make you garlands of, and my sweet friend,
To strew him o'er and o'er. What? like a corpse?
No, like a bank for love to lie and play on,
4.4.1311947But quick, and in mine arms. Come, take your flowers.
4.4.1331949In Whitson pastorals. Sure this robe of mine
Does change my disposition. What you do
4.4.1351952Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet,
4.4.1391956To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you
4.4.1441961Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds,
That all your acts are queen's. O Doricles,
4.4.1461964Your praises are too large, but that your youth
4.4.1471965And the true blood which peeps fairly through't
4.4.1481966Do plainly give you out an unstained shepherd,
You wooed me the false way. I think you have
4.4.1521971To put you to't. But come, our dance I pray.
That never mean to part. I'll swear for 'em.
[To Camillo This is the prettiest low-born lass that ever
4.4.1561976Ran on the greensward. Nothing she does or seems
4.4.1571977But smacks of something greater than herself,
Too noble for this place. He tells her something
4.4.1591980That makes her blood look on't. Good sooth, she is
[To musicians] Come on! Strike up!
Mopsa must be your mistress? Marry, garlic
1984to mend her kissing with!
Now, in good time!
Not a word, a word; we stand upon our manners.
1987Come, strike up!
Pray, good shepherd, what fair swain is this
They call him Doricles and boasts himself
4.4.1701995He looks like sooth. He says he loves my daughter.
4.4.1731998As 'twere my daughter's eyes; And to be plain,
Who loves another best. She dances featly.
So she does anything, though I report it
O Master, if you did but hear the peddler at the
2007door, you would never dance again after a tabor and
2008pipe; no, the bagpipe could not move you. He sings
2009several tunes, faster than you'll tell money. He utters
2010them as he had eaten ballads, and all men's ears grew to
2011his tunes.
He could never come better; he shall come in.
2013I love a ballad but even too well, if it be doleful matter
2014merrily set down, or a very pleasant thing indeed and
2015sung lamentably.
He hath songs for man or woman of all sizes.
2017No milliner can so fit his customers with gloves. He has
2018the prettiest love songs for maids, so without bawdry
2019, which is strange, with such delicate burdens of
2020dildos and fadings, "Jump her and thump her." And where
2021some stretch-mouthed rascal would, as it were, mean
2022mischief and break a foul gap into the matter, he
2023makes the maid to answer, "Whoop, do me no harm, good
2024man"; put's him off, slights him with "Whoop, do me no
2025harm, good man."
This is a brave fellow.
Believe me, thou talkst of an admirable
2028conceited fellow. Has he any unbraided wares?
He hath ribbons of all the colors i'th
2030rainbow; points, more than all the lawyers in Bohemia can
2031learnedly handle, though they come to him by th' gross;
2032inkles, caddises, cambrics, lawn; why he sings
2033'em over as they were gods or goddesses. You would
2034think a smock were a she-angel, he so chants to
2035the sleeve-hand and the work about the square on't.
Prithee bring him in, and let him approach
2037singing.
Forewarn him that he use no scurrilous words
2039in's tunes.
You have of these peddlers that have more in
2041them than you'd think, sister.
Ay, good brother, or go about to think.
Lawn as white as driven snow,
4.4.2012055Buy, lads, or else your lasses cry. Come buy.
If I were not in love with Mopsa, thou shouldst
2057take no money of me, but being enthralled as I am, it will
2058also be the bondage of certain ribbons and gloves.
I was promised them against the feast, but they
2060come not too late now.
He hath promised you more than that, or there
2062be liars.
He hath paid you all he promised you. Maybe
2064he has paid you more, which will shame you to give him
2065again.
Is there no manners left among maids? Will they
2067wear their plackets where they should bear their faces?
2068Is there not milking-time, when you are going to bed,
2069or kiln-hole, to whistle of these secrets, but you must
2070be tittle-tattling before all our guests? 'Tis well they are
2071whispering. Clamor your tongues and not a word more.
I have done. Come, you promised me a
2073tawdry-lace and a pair of sweet gloves.
Have I not told thee how I was cozened by the
2075way and lost all my money?
And, indeed sir, there are cozeners abroad.
2077Therefore, it behooves men to be wary.
Fear not, thou man. Thou shalt lose nothing here.
I hope so, sir, for I have about me many parcels
2080of charge.
What hast here? Ballads?
Pray now, buy some. I love a ballet in print, a-life,
2083for then we are sure they are true.
Here's one to a very doleful tune, how a
2085usurer's wife was brought to bed of twenty money bags at
2086a burden, and how she longed to eat adder's heads and
2087toads carbonadoed.
Is it true, think you?
Very true, and but a month old.
Bless me from marrying a usurer!
Here's the midwife's name to't, one Mistress
2092Taleporter, and five or six honest wives that were present.
2093Why should I carry lies abroad?
Pray you now, buy it.
Come on, lay it by, and let's first see more
2096ballads. We'll buy the other things anon.
Here's another ballad of a fish that appeared
2098upon the coast on Wednesday the fourscore of April forty
2099thousand fathom above water, and sung this ballad against
2100the hard hearts of maids. It was thought she was a
2101woman and was turned into a cold fish, for she would not
2102exchange flesh with one that loved her. The ballad is very
2103pitiful and as true.
Is it true too, think you?
Five justices' hands at it, and witnesses more
2106than my pack will hold.
Lay it by, too. Another.
This is a merry ballad, but a very pretty one.
Let's have some merry ones.
Why, this is a passing merry one, and goes to the
2111tune of "Two Maids Wooing a Man". There's scarce a maid
2112westward but she sings it;'tis in request I can tell you.
We can both sing it. If thou'lt bear a part thou
2114shalt hear; 'tis in three parts.
We had the tune on't a month ago.
I can bear my part. You must know 'tis my
2117occupation. Have at it with you.
4.4.231Get you hence, for I must go
Where it fits not you to know.
Whither?
Whither? Oh whither?
Whither? Oh whither? Whither?
It becomes thy oath full well,
Me too. Let me go thither.
Or thou goest to th' grange or mill,
If to either thou dost ill.
Neither.
Neither. What neither?
Neither. What neither? Neither.
Thou hast sworn my love to be.
Thou hast sworn it more to me.
We'll have this song out anon by ourselves. My
2135father and the gentlemen are in sad talk, and we'll not trouble
2136them. Come, bring away thy pack after me. Wenches, I'll
2137buy for you both. Peddler, let's have the first choice. Follow
2138me, girls.
And you shall pay well for 'em.
Song
Will you buy any tape, or lace for your cape?
4.4.2472141Any silk, any thread, any toys for your head
[To Shepherd] Master, there is three carters, three
2146shepherds, three neatherds, three swineherds that have made
2147themselves all men of hair. They call themselves saltiers,
2148and they have a dance which the wenches say is a
2149galimaufry of gambols because they are not in't; but
2150they themselves are o'th' mind, if it be not too rough
2151for some that know little but bowling, it will please
2152plentifully.
Away! We'll none on't. Here has been too
2154much homely foolery already. I know, sir, we
2155weary you.
You weary those that refresh us. Pray, let's see
2157these four threes of herdsmen.
One three of them, by their own report, sir,
2159hath danced before the king; and not the worst of the
2160three but jumps twelve foot and a half by th'square.
Leave your prating. Since these good men are
2162pleased, let them come in, but quickly now.
Why, they stay at door, sir.
[To the Old Shepherd] O father, you'll know more of that hereafter.
4.4.2582166[To Camillo] Is it not too far gone? 'Tis time to part them.
4.4.2592167He's simple and tells much.
[To Florizel] How now, fair shepherd?
4.4.2602168Your heart is full of something that does take
4.4.2612169Your mind from feasting. Sooth, when I was young
4.4.2632171To load my she with knacks. I would have ransacked
4.4.2642172The peddler's silken treasury and have poured it
4.4.2682176Your lack of love or bounty, you were straited
Of happy holding her. Old sir, I know
4.4.2722181The gifts she looks from me are packed and locked
4.4.2742183But not delivered.
[To Perdita] Oh hear me breathe my life
4.4.2752184Before this ancient sir, who, it should seem,
4.4.2762185Hath sometime loved. I take thy hand, this hand,
4.4.2782187Or Ethiopian's tooth, or the fanned snow that's bolted
By th' northern blasts twice o'er -- What follows this?
4.4.2802190[To Camillo] How prettily th'young swain seems to wash
4.4.2812191The hand was fair before!
[To Florizel] I have put you out.
What you profess. Do, and be witness to't.
And this my neighbor too?
And this my neighbor too? And he, and more
4.4.2852197Than he and men -- the earth, the heavens, and all --
4.4.2862198That were I crowned the most imperial monarch,
4.4.2872199Thereof most worthy, were I the fairest youth
4.4.2882200That ever made eye swerve, had force and knowledge
4.4.2892201More than was ever man's, I would not prize them
4.4.2912203Commend them and condemn them to her service
Or to their own perdition. Fairly offered.
This shows a sound affection.
This shows a sound affection. But, my daughter,
Say you the like to him? I cannot speak
4.4.2952210So well, nothing so well, no, nor mean better.
4.4.2962211By th'pattern of mine own thoughts I cut out
The purity of his. Take hands, a bargain --
2214And friends unknown, you shall bear witness to't;
Her portion equal his. Oh, that must be
4.4.3002218I'th'virtue of your daughter. One being dead,
4.4.3012219I shall have more than you can dream of yet,
Contract us 'fore these witnesses. Come, your hand --
And daughter, yours. Soft, swain, awhile, beseech you.
Have you a father? I have, but what of him?
Knows he of this?
Knows he of this? He neither does nor shall.
Methinks a father
4.4.3092231That best becomes the table. Pray you once more,
4.4.3122234With age and altering rheums? Can he speak? Hear?
But what he did being childish? No, good sir.
4.4.3162239He has his health and ampler strength indeed
Than most have of his age. By my white beard,
4.4.3202244Should choose himself a wife, but as good reason
4.4.3222246But fair posterity, should hold some counsel
In such a business. I yield all this;
My father of this business. Let him know't.
He shall not.
He shall not. Prithee let him.
He shall not. Prithee let him. No, he must not.
Let him, my son; he shall not need to grieve
At knowing of thy choice. Come, come, he must not.
Mark our contract. [Removing disguise] Mark your divorce, young sir,
4.4.3332263That thus affects a sheep-hook? Thou, old traitor,
4.4.3352265But shorten thy life one week. And thou, fresh piece
4.4.3362266Of excellent witchcraft, whom of force must know
The royal fool thou cop'st with -- Oh, my heart!
I'll have thy beauty scratched with briers and made
4.4.3392270More homely than thy state.
[To Florizel] For thee, fond boy,
4.4.3412272That thou no more shalt never see this knack, as never
4.4.3422273I mean thou shalt, we'll bar thee from succession,
4.4.3432274Not hold thee of our blood, no, not our kin,
4.4.3452276Follow us to the court.
[To Old Shepherd] Thou, churl, for this time,
4.4.3462277Though full of our displeasure, yet we free thee
4.4.3472278From the dead blow of it.
[To Perdita] And you, enchantment,
4.4.3492280That makes himself but for our honor therein
As thou art tender to't. Even here undone!
4.4.3592291Looks on alike.
[To Florizel] Wilt please you, sir, be gone?
4.4.3602292I told you what would come of this. Beseech you,
4.4.3612293Of your own state take care. This dream of mine,
4.4.3622294Being now awake, I'll queen it no inch farther,
But milk my ewes and weep. Why, how now, father?
Speak ere thou diest. I cannot speak, nor think,
4.4.3652299Nor dare to know that which I know.
[To Florizel] O sir,
4.4.3672301That thought to fill his grave in quiet, yea,
4.4.3702304Some hangman must put on my shroud and lay me
4.4.3712305Where no priest shovels in dust.
[To Perdita] O, cursèd wretch,
4.4.3722306That knew'st this was the prince and wouldst adventure
4.4.3742308If I might die within this hour, I have lived
To die when I desire. [To Camillo] Why look you so upon me?
4.4.3782313More straining on for plucking back, not following
My leash unwillingly. Gracious, my lord,
Come not before him. I not purpose it.
I think, Camillo? [removing disguise] Even he, my lord.
How often have I told you 'twould be thus?
But till 'twere known? It cannot fail but by
4.4.3912330Let nature crush the sides o'th earth together
4.4.3922331And mar the seeds within. Lift up thy looks.
Am heir to my affection. Be advised.
I am, and by my fancy; if my reason
4.4.3972337If not, my senses, better pleased with madness,
Do bid it welcome. This is desperate, sir.
So call it, but it does fulfill my vow.
4.4.4032344The close earth wombs or the profound seas hides
4.4.4052346To this my fair beloved. Therefore, I pray you,
4.4.4062347As you have ever been my father's honored friend,
4.4.4072348When he shall miss me, as in faith I mean not
Concern me the reporting. O my lord,
Or stronger for your need. Hark, Perdita --
[Florizel and Perdita walk together]
[To Camillo] I'll hear you by and by. He's irremoveable,
4.4.4232367Save him from danger, do him love and honor,
I so much thirst to see. [Florizel steps forward] Now, good Camillo,
I leave out ceremony. Sir, I think
4.4.4292375You have heard of my poor services i'th'love
That I have borne your father? Very nobly
To have them recompensed as thought on. Well, my lord,
4.4.4352383And through him, what's nearest to him, which is
4.4.4362384Your gracious self, embrace but my direction,
4.4.4392387I'll point you where you shall have such receiving
4.4.4402388As shall become your highness, where you may
4.4.4442392And, with my best endeavors in your absence,
And bring him up to liking. How, Camillo,
4.4.4482397That I may call thee something more than man,
And after that trust to thee? Have you thought on
A place whereto you'll go? Not any yet.
4.4.4532404Ourselves to be the slaves of chance and flies
Of every wind that blows. Then list to me!
4.4.4552407This follows, if you will not change your purpose
4.4.4572409And there present yourself and your fair princess,
4.4.4622414His welcomes forth; asks thee there, "Son, forgiveness"
4.4.4632415As 'twere i'th' father's person; kisses the hands
4.4.4642416Of your fresh princess; o'er and o'er divides him
4.4.4652417'Twixt his unkindness and his kindness. Th'one
Faster than thought or time. Worthy Camillo,
Hold up before him? Sent by the king your father
4.4.4702424To greet him, and to give him comforts. Sir,
4.4.4712425The manner of your bearing towards him, with
4.4.4722426What you, as from your father, shall deliver --
4.4.4732427Things known betwixt us three -- I'll write you down,
4.4.4742428The which shall point you forth at every sitting
4.4.4752429What you must say, that he shall not perceive
And speak his very heart. I am bound to you.
There is some sap in this. A course more promising
4.4.4802436To unpathed waters, undreamed shores; most certain
4.4.4842440Do their best office if they can but stay you
4.4.4852441Where you'll be loath to be. Besides, you know
4.4.4872443Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together
Affliction alters. One of these is true:
But not take in the mind. Yea? Say you so?
4.4.4912449There shall not at your father's house these seven years
Be born another such. My good Camillo,
She is i'th'rear our birth. I cannot say 'tis pity
4.4.4952455She lacks instructions, for she seems a mistress
To most that teach. Your pardon, sir. For this,
I'll blush you thanks. My prettiest Perdita!
Nor shall appear in Sicilia. My lord,
4.4.5032466Fear none of this. I think you know my fortunes
4.4.5062469The scene you play were mine. For instance, sir,
4.4.5072470That you may know you shall not want, one word --
4.4.507.1[Camillo, Florizel, and Perdita talk together.] Ha, ha! What a fool honesty is! And trust, his
2473sworn brother, a very simple gentleman. I have sold
2474all my trumpery. Not a counterfeit stone, not a ribbon,
2475glass, pomander, brooch, table-book, ballad, knife,
2476tape, glove, shoe-tie, bracelet, horn-ring, to keep
2477my pack from fasting. They throng who should buy first,
2478as if my trinkets had been hallowed and brought a
2479benediction to the buyer, by which means I saw whose
2480purse was best in picture, and what I saw, to my good
2481use I remembered. My clown, who wants but
2482something to be a reasonable man, grew so in love with the
2483wenches' song that he would not stir his pettitoes
2484till he had both tune and words, which so drew the rest
2485of the herd to me that all their other senses stuck in
2486ears. You might have pinched a placket, it was
2487senseless;'twas nothing to geld a codpiece of a purse. I
2488would have filed keys off that hung in chains. No
2489hearing, no feeling, but my sir's song, and admiring the
2490nothing of it. So that in this time of lethargy, I picked
2491and cut most of their festival purses and had not the
2492old man come in with a hubbub against his
2493daughter and the king's son, and scared my choughs from
2494the chaff, I had not left a purse alive in the whole
2495army.
4.4.508.1[Camillo, Florizel, and Perdita come forward] [To Florizel and Perdita] Nay, but my letters, by this means being there
4.4.5102497So soon as you arrive, shall clear that doubt.
And those that you'll procure from King Leontes?
Shall satisfy your father.
Shall satisfy your father. Happy be you!
All that you speak shows fair. [Noticing Autolycus] Who have we here?
[Aside If they have overheard me now -- why, hanging!
How now, good fellow!
2507Why shak'st thou so? Fear not, man;
2508Here's no harm intended to thee.
I am a poor fellow, sir.
Why, be so still! Here's nobody will steal that
2511from thee. Yet for the outside of thy poverty, we must
2512make an exchange. Therefore, discase thee instantly -- thou
2513must think there's a necessity in't -- and change garments
2514with this gentleman. Though the penny-worth on his
2515side be the worst, yet hold thee, there's some boot.
[Gives him money] I am a poor fellow, sir; [Aside] I know ye well
Nay, prithee, dispatch -- the gentleman is half
2519flayed already.
Are you in earnest, sir? [Aside] I smell the trick on't.
Dispatch, I prithee.
Indeed, I have had earnest, but I cannot with
2523conscience take it.
Unbuckle, unbuckle.
4.4.526.1[Florizel and Autolycus exchange clothes.] 4.4.5282526Come home to ye! -- you must retire yourself
4.4.5292527Into some covert. Take your sweetheart's hat
4.4.5302528And pluck it o'er your brows, muffle your face,
4.4.5312529Dismantle you, and -- as you can -- disliken
Get undescried. I see the play so lies
That I must bear a part. No remedy.
[To Florizel]Have you done there? Should I now meet my father,
He would not call me son. Nay, you shall have no hat. [Giving hat to Perdita]
Come, lady, come. Farewell, my friend. Adieu, sir.
O Perdita! What have we twain forgot?
[The two talk together.]
Pray you a word. What I do next shall be to tell the king
I have a woman's longing. Fortune speed us!
The swifter speed the better.
4.4.547.1 Exeunt [Florizel, Perdita, and Camillo] I understand the business; I hear it. To have an
2554open ear, a quick eye, and a nimble hand is necessary for
2555a cutpurse; a good nose is requisite also to smell out
2556work for th' other senses. I see this is the time that the
2557unjust man doth thrive. What an exchange had this been
2558without boot? What a boot is here with this exchange!
2559Sure the gods do this year connive at us, and we may
2560do anything extempore. The prince himself is about
2561a piece of iniquity, stealing away from his father with
2562his clog at his heels. If I thought it were a piece of
2563honesty to acquaint the king withal, I would not do't. I
2564hold it the more knavery to conceal it, and therein am
2565I constant to my profession.
4.4.548.12566Enter Clown and Old Shepherd [carrying a bundle and a box] 4.4.548.22567Aside, aside -- here is more matter for a hot brain; every
2568lane's end, every shop, church, session, hanging, yields
2569a careful man work.
See, see! What a man you are now! There is no
2571other way but to tell the king she's a changeling, and
2572none of your flesh and blood.
Nay, but hear me --
Nay, but hear me!
Go to, then.
She being none of your flesh and blood, your
2577flesh and blood has not offended the king, and so your
2578flesh and blood is not to be punished by him. Show those
2579things you found about her, those secret things, all but
2580what she has with her. This being done, let the law go
2581whistle, I warrant you.
I will tell the king all, every word, yea, and his
2583son's pranks too, who -- I may say -- is no honest man,
2584neither to his father nor to me, to go about to make me
2585the king's brother-in-law.
Indeed, brother-in-law was the farthest off you
2587could have been to him, and then your blood had been
2588the dearer by I know how much an ounce.
[Aside] Very wisely, puppies!
Well! Let us to the king. There is that in this
2591fardel will make him scratch his beard.
[Aside] I know not what impediment this complaint
2593may be to the flight of my master.
Pray heartily he be at palace.
[Aside] Though I am not naturally honest, I am so
2596sometimes by chance. Let me pocket up my peddler's
2597excrement.
4.4.560.2[To the Clown and Shepherd] How now, rustics! Whither are you bound?
To th'palace, an it like your worship.
Your affairs there? What? With whom? The
2600condition of that fardel? The place of your dwelling?
2601Your names? Your ages? Of what having, breeding, and
2602anything that is fitting to be known, discover!
We are but plain fellows, sir.
A lie! You are rough and hairy! Let me have
2605no lying; it becomes none but tradesmen, and they
2606often give us soldiers the lie, but we pay them for it
2607with stamped coin, not stabbing steel; therefore, they
2608do not give us the lie.
Your worship had like to have given us one if
2610you had not taken yourself with the manner.
Are you a courtier, an't like you, sir?
Whether it like me or no, I am a courtier. See'st
2613thou not the air of the court in these enfoldings? Hath
2614not my gait in it the measure of the court? Receives not
2615thy nose court odor from me? Reflect I not on thy
2616baseness court-contempt? Think'st thou for that I
2617insinuate to toze from thee thy business, I am
2618therefore no courtier? I am courtier cap-á-pie, and one that
2619will either push on or pluck back thy business there,
2620whereupon I command thee to open thy affair.
My business, sir, is to the king.
What advocate hast thou to him?
I know not, an't like you.
"Advocate"'s the court word for a pheasant. Say
2625you have none.
None, sir. I have no pheasant, cock, nor hen.
How blessed are we that are not simple men!
2628Yet nature might have made me as these are.
2629Therefore I will not disdain.
This cannot be but a great courtier.
His garments are rich, but he wears them not
2632handsomely.
He seems to be the more noble in being
2634fantastical. A great man, I'll warrant. I know by the picking
2635on's teeth.
The fardel there? What's i'th'fardel?
2637Wherefore that box?
Sir, there lies such secrets in this fardel and
2639box which none must know but the king, and which he
2640shall know within this hour, if I may come to th'speech
2641of him.
Age, thou hast lost thy labor.
Why, sir?
The king is not at the palace; he is gone aboard
2645a new ship to purge melancholy and air himself; for
2646if thou be'st capable of things serious, thou must know
2647the king is full of grief.
So, 'tis said, sir, about his son that should
2649have married a shepherd's daughter.
If that shepherd be not in handfast, let him
2651fly. The curses he shall have, the tortures he shall feel,
2652will break the back of man, the heart of monster.
Think you so, sir?
Not he alone shall suffer what wit can make
2655heavy and vengeance bitter; but those that are germane
2656to him, though removed fifty times, shall all come under
2657the hangman, which, though it be great pity, yet it is
2658necessary. An old sheep-whistling rogue, a
2659ram-tender, to offer to have his daughter come into grace! Some
2660say he shall be stoned, but that death is too soft for him,
2661say I. Draw our throne into a sheepcote? All deaths
2662are too few, the sharpest too easy.
Has the old man e'er a son, sir, do you hear,
2664an't like you, sir?
He has a son, who shall be flayed alive; then
2666'nointed over with honey, set on the head of a wasp's
2667nest; then stand till he be three quarters and a dram dead,
2668then recovered again with aquavitae or some other hot
2669infusion; then, raw as he is, and in the hottest day
2670prognostication proclaims, shall he be set against a brick wall,
2671the sun looking with a southward eye upon him,
2672where he is to behold him with flies blown to death.
2673But what talk we of these traitorly-rascals, whose
2674miseries are to be smiled at, their offenses being so capital?
2675Tell me -- for you seem to be honest plain men -- what you
2676have to the king; being something gently considered, I'll
2677bring you where he is aboard, tender your persons to his
2678presence, whisper him in your behalfs; and if it be in
2679man besides the king to effect your suits, here is man
2680shall do it.
[To the Shepherd] He seems to be of great authority. Close with
2682him, give him gold, and though authority be a
2683stubborn bear, yet he is oft led by the nose with gold.
2684Show the inside of your purse to the outside of his
2685hand, and no more ado. Remember "stoned", and "flayed alive."
An't please you, sir, to undertake the business
2688for us, here is that gold I have. I'll make it as much
2689more and leave this young man in pawn till I bring it
2690you.
After I have done what I promised?
Ay, sir.
Well, give me the moiety.
[To the Clown] Are you a party in
2694this business?
In some sort, sir, but though my case be a
2696pitiful one, I hope I shall not be flayed out of it.
Oh, that's the case of the shepherd's son!
2698Hang him, he'll be made an example.
Comfort, good comfort!
[To the shepherd] We must to the king
2700and show our strange sights. He must know 'tis none of
2701your daughter, nor my sister. We are gone else. Sir, I
2702will give you as much as this old man does when the
2703business is performed, and remain, as he says, your pawn
2704till it be brought you.
I will trust you. Walk before toward the
2706seaside. Go on the right hand. I will but look upon the
2707hedge and follow you.
We are blessed in this man, as I may say, even
2709blessed.
Let's before, as he bids us; he was provided to
2711do us good.
If I had a mind to be honest, I see Fortune would
2713not suffer me. She drops booties in my mouth. I am
2714courted now with a double occasion; gold and a means
2715to do the prince my master good, which who knows
2716how that may turn back to my advancement? I will
2717bring these two moles, these blind ones, aboard him. If
2718he think it fit to shore them again, and that the
2719complaint they have to the king concerns him nothing, let
2720him call me rogue for being so far officious, for I am
2721proof against that title and what shame else belongs
2722to't. To him will I present them. There may be matter in
2723it.
5.1.0.12725Enter Leontes, Cleomines, Dion, Paulina, and Servants. Sir, you have done enough and have performed
5.1.22728A saint-like sorrow. No fault could you make
5.1.32729Which you have not redeemed, indeed, paid down
5.1.42730More penitence then done trespass. At the last,
5.1.52731Do as the heavens have done, forget your evil;
With them, forgive yourself. Whilst I remember
5.1.72734Her and her virtues, I cannot forget
5.1.82735My blemishes in them, and so still think of
5.1.92736The wrong I did myself, which was so much
5.1.102737That heirless it hath made my kingdom, and
5.1.112738Destroyed the sweet'st companion that e'er man
Bred his hopes out of. True? Too true, my lord.
5.1.132741If one by one, you wedded all the world,
5.1.142742Or from the all that are took something good
Would be unparalleled. I think so. Killed?
5.1.172746She I killed? I did so, but thou strik'st me
5.1.192748Upon thy tongue as in my thought. Now, good now,
Say so but seldom. Not at all, good lady.
5.1.212751You might have spoken a thousand things that would
5.1.222752Have done the time more benefit and graced
Your kindness better. You are one of those
Would have him wed again. If you would not so,
5.1.252757You pity not the state nor the remembrance
5.1.262758Of his most sovereign name, consider little
5.1.272759What dangers by his highness fail of issue
5.1.292761Incertain lookers-on. What were more holy
5.1.302762Than to rejoice the former queen is well?
5.1.322764For present comfort and for future good,
With a sweet fellow to't? There is none worthy,
5.1.352768Respecting her that's gone. Besides, the gods
5.1.362769Will have fulfilled their secret purposes.
5.1.392772That King Leontes shall not have an heir
5.1.402773Till his lost child be found? Which that it shall
5.1.412774Is all as monstrous to our humane reason
5.1.442777Did perish with the infant. 'Tis your counsel
5.1.452778My lord should to the heavens be contrary,
5.1.462779Oppose against their wills.
[To the king] Care not for issue.
5.1.472780The crown will find an heir. Great Alexander
5.1.482781Left his to th' worthiest, so his successor
Was like to be the best. Good Paulina,
5.1.522786Had squared me to thy counsel! Then, even now,
5.1.532787I might have looked upon my queen's full eyes,
Have taken treasure from her lips -- And left them
More rich for what they yielded. Thou speak'st truth!
5.1.562792No more such wives, therefore no wife. One worse
5.1.572793And better used would make her sainted spirit
5.1.582794Again possess her corpse, and on this stage,
5.1.592795Where we offenders now appear, soul-vexed,
And begin, "Why to me?" Had she such power,
She had just cause. She had, and would incense me
To murder her I married. I should so.
5.1.642802Were I the ghost that walked, I'd bid you mark
5.1.652803Her eye and tell me for what dull part in't
5.1.662804You chose her. Then I'd shriek that even your ears
5.1.672805Should rift to hear me, and the words that followed
Should be, "Remember mine." Stars, stars,
5.1.692808And all eyes else, dead coals! Fear thou no wife;
I'll have no wife, Paulina. Will you swear
Never, Paulina, so be blessed my spirit.
Then, good my lords, bear witness to his oath.
You tempt him over-much.
You tempt him over-much. Unless another
Affront his eye -- Good madam, I have done.
Yet if my lord will marry -- if you will, sir,
5.1.782820No remedy but you will -- give me the office
5.1.792821To choose you a queen. She shall not be so young
5.1.802822As was your former, but she shall be such
5.1.812823As, walked your first queen's ghost, it should take joy
To see her in your arms. My true Paulina,
5.1.832826We shall not marry till thou bidd'st us.
We shall not marry till thou bidd'st us. That
5.1.842828Shall be when your first queen's again in breath.
One that gives out himself Prince Florizel,
5.1.872832Son of Polixenes, with his princess -- she
5.1.882833The fairest I have yet beheld -- desires access
To your high presence. What with him? He comes not
5.1.902836Like to his father's greatness. His approach,
5.1.912837So out of circumstance and sudden, tells us
5.1.922838'Tis not a visitation framed, but forced
By need and accident. What train? But few,
And those but mean. His princess, say you, with him?
Ay, the most peerless piece of earth, I think,
That ere the sun shone bright on. O Hermione,
5.1.992848Give way to what's seen now.
[To the Servant] Sir, you yourself
5.1.1012850Is colder than that theme: she had not been,
5.1.1032852Flowed with her beauty once. 'Tis shrewdly ebbed
To say you have seen a better. Pardon, madam,
5.1.1052855The one I have almost forgot -- your pardon;
5.1.1072857Will have your tongue too. This is a creature,
5.1.1082858Would she begin a sect, might quench the zeal
Of who she but bid follow. How? Not women!
Women will love her that she is a woman
The rarest of all women. Go, Cleomines,
5.1.1142866Yourself, assisted with your honored friends,
5.1.1152867Bring them to our embracement. Still 'tis strange
He thus should steal upon us. Had our prince,
5.1.1172870Jewel of children, seen this hour, he had paired
5.1.1182871Well with this lord. There was not full a month
Between their births. Prithee no more; cease! thou know'st
5.1.1212875When I shall see this gentleman, thy speeches
5.1.1242879Your mother was most true to wedlock, prince,
5.1.1282883His very air, that I should call you brother,
5.1.1302885By us performed before. Most dearly welcome,
5.1.1312886And your fair princess -- goddess! Oh, alas!
5.1.1322887I lost a couple that 'twixt heaven and earth
5.1.1342889You, gracious couple, do; and then I lost --
Once more to look on him. By his command
5.1.1402896Give you all greetings that a king at friend
5.1.1422898Which waits upon worn times hath something seized
5.1.1442900The lands and waters 'twixt your throne and his
5.1.1462902He bade me say so -- more than all the scepters,
And those that bear them, living. O my brother!
5.1.1482905Good gentleman, the wrongs I have done thee stir
5.1.1512908Of my behind-hand slackness. Welcome hither,
5.1.1522909As is the spring to th' earth. And hath he too
5.1.1552912To greet a man not worth her pains, much less
Th' adventure of her person? Good my Lord,
She came from Libya. Where the warlike Smalus,
5.1.1582917That noble honored lord, is feared and loved?
Most royal sir,
2919from thence; from him whose daughter
5.1.1602920His tears proclaimed his, parting with her. Thence,
5.1.1612921A prosperous south-wind friendly, we have crossed
Here where we are. The blessèd gods
5.1.1742935Have left me issueless. And your father's blessed,
5.1.1772938Might I a son and daughter now have looked on,
Such goodly things as you? Most noble sir,
5.1.1792942That which I shall report will bear no credit
5.1.1802943Were not the proof so nigh. Please you, great sir,
5.1.1842947Fled from his father, from his hopes, and with
A shepherd's daughter. Where's Bohemia? Speak!
Here, in your city I now came from him.
5.1.1892953Whiles he was hastening -- in the chase, it seems,
5.1.1922956Her brother, having both their country quitted
With this young prince. Camillo has betrayed me,
Endured all weathers. Lay't so to his charge.
He's with the king your father. Who? Camillo?
Camillo, sir. I spake with him, who now
5.1.1992966Wretches so quake. They kneel, they kiss the earth,
With diverse deaths in death. O my poor father!
5.1.2032971The heaven sets spies upon us, will not have
Our contract celebrated. You are married?
We are not, sir, nor are we like to be.
5.1.2062975The stars, I see, will kiss the valleys first;
The odds for high and low's alike. My lord,
Is this the daughter of a king? She is,
That "once", I see, by your good father's speed
5.1.2112983Most sorry, you have broken from his liking,
5.1.2132985Your choice is not so rich in worth as beauty,
That you might well enjoy her. Dear, look up,
5.1.2162989Should chase us with my father, power no jot
5.1.2172990Hath she to change our loves. Beseech you, sir,
5.1.2192992Than I do now. With thought of such affections,
5.1.2212994My father will grant precious things as trifles.
Would he do so, I'd beg your precious mistress,
Which he counts but a trifle. Sir, my liege,
5.1.2242998Your eye hath too much youth in't. Not a month
5.1.2252999'Fore your queen died, she was more worth such gazes
Than what you look on now. I thought of her,
5.1.2273002Even in these looks I made.
[To Florizel] But your petition
5.1.2303005I am friend to them and you; upon which errand
5.1.2323007And mark what way I make. Come, good my lord.
Beseech you, sir, were you present at this
3012relation?
I was by at the opening of the fardel, heard
3014the old shepherd deliver the manner how he found it;
3015whereupon, after a little amazedness, we were all
3016commanded out of the chamber. Only this, methought I
3017heard the shepherd say he found the child.
I would most gladly know the issue of it.
I make a broken delivery of the business,
3020but the changes I perceived in the King and Camillo were
3021very notes of admiration; they seemed almost, with
3022staring on one another, to tear the cases of their eyes.
3023There was speech in their dumbness, language in their
3024very gesture. They looked as they had heard of a world
3025ransomed, or one destroyed. A notable passion of
3026wonder appeared in them, but the wisest beholder that knew
3027no more but seeing could not say if th' importance were
3028joy or sorrow. But in the extremity of the one, it must
3029needs be.
5.2.4.1Enter another Gentleman [Ruggiero]. 5.2.4.23030Here comes a gentleman that happily knows more.
3031The news, Ruggiero?
Nothing but bonfires, the oracle is fulfilled:
3033the king's daughter is found! Such a deal of wonder is
3034broken out within this hour that ballad makers cannot
3035be able to express it.
5.2.5.23036Here comes the Lady Paulina's steward. He can deliver
3037you more. How goes it now, sir? This news which
3038is called true is so like an old tale, that the verity of it is
3039in strong suspicion. Has the king found his heir?
Most true, if ever truth were pregnant by
3041circumstance. That which you hear you'll swear
3042you see; there is such unity in the proofs. The mantle
3043of Queen Hermione's, her jewel about the neck of it,
3044the letters of Antigonus found with it, which they know
3045to be his character; the majesty of the creature in
3046resemblance of the mother; the affection of nobleness,
3047which nature shows above her breeding; and many
3048other evidences proclaim her with all certainty to be
3049the king's daughter. Did you see the meeting of the
3050two kings?
No.
Then have you lost a sight which was to be
3053seen, cannot be spoken of. There might you have
3054beheld one joy crown another, so and in such manner that
3055it seemed sorrow wept to take leave of them for their
3056joy waded in tears. There was casting up of eyes,
3057holding up of hands, with countenance of such distraction
3058that they were to be known by garment, not by favor.
3059Our king, being ready to leap out of himself for joy of
3060his found daughter, as if that joy were now become a
3061loss, cries, "Oh, thy mother, thy mother," then asks
3062Bohemia forgiveness; then embraces his son-in-law;
3063then again worries he his daughter with clipping her.
3064Now he thanks the old shepherd, which stands by like
3065a weather-bitten conduit of many kings' reigns. I
3066never heard of such another encounter, which lames
3067report to follow it, and undoes description to do it.
What, pray you, became of Antigonus, that
3069carried hence the child?
Like an old tale still, which will have matter
3071to rehearse, though credit be asleep and not an ear
3072open -- he was torn to pieces with a bear. This avouches
3073the shepherd's son, who has not only his innocence,
3074which seems much to justify him, but a handkerchief
3075and rings of his that Paulina knows.
What became of his bark and his
3077followers?
Wrecked the same instant of their master's
3079death, and in the view of the shepherd, so that all the
3080instruments which aided to expose the child were even
3081then lost when it was found. But oh, the noble combat
3082that 'twixt joy and sorrow was fought in Paulina! She
3083had one eye declined for the loss of her husband,
3084another elevated that the oracle was fulfilled. She lifted the
3085princess from the earth and so locks her in embracing,
3086as if she would pin her to her heart, that she might no
3087more be in danger of losing.
The dignity of this act was worth the
3089audience of kings and princes, for by such was it acted.
One of the prettiest touches of all, and that
3091which angled for mine eyes -- caught the water, though
3092not the fish -- was, when at the relation of the queen's
3093death, with the manner how she came to't, bravely
3094confessed and lamented by the king, how attentiveness
3095wounded his daughter, till, from one sign of dolor to
3096another, she did, with an "Alas!" I would fain say, bleed
3097tears, for I am sure my heart wept blood. Who was
3098most marble there changed color. Some swooned, all
3099sorrowed. If all the world could have seen't, the woe
3100had been universal.
Are they returned to the court?
No. The princess, hearing of her mother's
3103statue which is in the keeping of Paulina, a piece many
3104year's in doing and now newly performed by that rare
3105Italian master, Julio Romano, who -- had he himself
3106eternity and could put breath into his work -- would
3107beguile nature of her custom, so perfectly he is her ape.
3108He so near to Hermione hath done Hermione that they
3109say one would speak to her and stand in hope of answer.
3110Thither, with all greediness of affection are they gone,
3111and there they intend to sup.
I thought she had some great matter there in
3113hand, for she hath privately twice or thrice a day ever
3114since the death of Hermione, visited that removed house.
3115Shall we thither and with our company piece the
3116rejoicing?
Who would be thence that has the benefit
3118of access? Every wink of an eye, some new grace
3119will be born. Our absence makes us unthrifty to our
3120knowledge. Let's along.
Now, had I not the dash of my former life in
3122me, would preferment drop on my head. I brought the
3123old man and his son aboard the prince, told him I
3124heard them talk of a fardel and I know not what, but
3125he at that time overfond of the shepherd's daughter -- so
3126he then took her to be -- who began to be much seasick
3127and himself little better, extremity of weather
3128continuing, this mystery remained undiscovered. But 'tis all
3129one to me, for had I been the finder-out of this secret,
3130it would not have relished among my other discredits.
3131 5.2.19.1Enter Shepherd and Clown [ornately dressed] 5.2.19.23132Here come those I have done good to against my will
3133and already appearing in the blossoms of their
3134fortune.
Come, boy, I am past more children, but thy
3136sons and daughters will be all gentlemen born.
[To Autolycus] You are well met, sir. You denied to fight
3138with me this other day because I was no gentleman
3139born. See you these clothes? Say you see them not
3140and think me still no gentleman born; you were best
3141say these robes are not gentlemen born. Give me the
3142lie, do, and try whether I am not now a gentleman
3143born.
I know you are now, sir, a gentleman born.
Ay, and have been so any time these four hours.
And so have I, boy.
So you have, but I was a gentleman born
3148before my father, for the king's son took me by the
3149hand and called me "brother"; and then the two kings
3150called my father "brother" and then the prince my
3151brother and the princess my sister called my father "father."
3152and so we wept, and there was the first gentleman-like
3153tears that ever we shed.
We may live, son, to shed many more.
Ay, or else 'twere hard luck being in so
3156preposterous estate as we are.
I humbly beseech you, sir, to pardon me all the
3158faults I have committed to your worship, and to give
3159me your good report to the prince my master.
Prithee, son, do, for we must be gentle now
3161we are gentlemen.
Thou wilt amend thy life?
Ay, and it like your good worship.
Give me thy hand. I will swear to the prince
3165thou art as honest a true fellow as any is in Bohemia.
You may say it, but not swear it.
Not swear it, now I am a gentleman? Let
3168boors and franklins say it. I'll swear it.
How if it be false, son?
If it be ne'er so false, a true gentleman may
3171swear it in the behalf of his friend. And I'll swear to
3172the prince thou art a tall fellow of thy hands, and that
3173thou wilt not be drunk, but I know thou art no tall
3174fellow of thy hands and that thou wilt be drunk, but I'll
3175swear it, and I would thou wouldst be a tall fellow of
3176thy hands.
I will prove so, sir, to my power.
Ay, by any means prove a tall fellow. If I do not
3179wonder how thou dar'st venture to be drunk, not being
3180a tall fellow, trust me not. Hark, the kings and
3181princes, our kindred, are going to see the queen's picture.
3182Come, follow us. We'll be thy good masters.
5.3.0.13184Enter Leontes, Polixenes, Florizel, Perdita, Camillo, 3185Paulina, Lords, etc. O grave and good Paulina, the great comfort
That I have had of thee! What, sovereign sir,
5.3.33189I did not well, I meant well. All my services
5.3.43190You have paid home, but that you have vouchsafed
5.3.53191With your crowned brother and these your contracted
5.3.63192Heirs of your kingdoms, my poor house to visit,
5.3.73193It is a surplus of your grace which never
My life may last to answer. O Paulina,
5.3.93196We honor you with trouble, but we came
5.3.103197To see the statue of our queen. Your gallery
5.3.113198Have we passed through, not without much content
5.3.133200That which my daughter came to look upon,
The statue of her mother. As she lived peerless,
5.3.173205Or hand of man hath done. Therefore I keep it
5.3.193207To see the life as lively mocked as ever
[Drawing aside curtain to reveal Hermione as a statue]
Still sleep mocked death. Behold, and say 'tis well.
5.3.213209I like your silence; it the more shows off
5.3.223210Your wonder, but yet speak. First you, my liege,
Comes it not something near? Her natural posture.
5.3.243213Chide me, dear stone, that I may say indeed
5.3.253214Thou art Hermione -- or rather, thou art she
5.3.263215In thy not chiding, for she was as tender
5.3.283217Hermione was not so much wrinkled, nothing
So aged as this seems. O, not by much.
So much the more our carver's excellence,
5.3.313221Which lets go by some sixteen years and makes her
As she lived now. As now she might have done,
5.3.343225Now piercing to my soul. O, thus she stood,
5.3.353226Even with such life of majesty -- warm life,
5.3.363227As now it coldly stands -- when first I wooed her.
5.3.373228I am ashamed; does not the stone rebuke me
5.3.383229For being more stone than it? O royal piece!
5.3.413232From thy admiring daughter took the spirits,
Standing like stone with thee. And give me leave,
5.3.443236I kneel and then implore her blessing. Lady,
5.3.453237Dear Queen, that ended when I but began,
Give me that hand of yours to kiss. O, patience!
5.3.473240The statue is but newly fixed; the color's
Not dry. My Lord, your sorrow was too sore laid on,
But killed itself much sooner. Dear my brother,
5.3.533248Let him that was the cause of this have power
5.3.543249To take off so much grief from you as he
Will piece up in himself. Indeed, my lord,
5.3.563252If I had thought the sight of my poor image
5.3.573253Would thus have wrought you -- for the stone is mine --
[Moves to draw curtain]
I'd not have showed it. Do not draw the curtain.
No longer shall you gaze on't, lest your fancy
May think anon it moves. Let be, let be!
5.3.613259Would I were dead but that me thinks already --
5.3.623260What was he that did make it? See, my lord,
5.3.633261Would you not deem it breathed? And that those veins
Did verily bear blood? Masterly done.
The fixure of her eye has motion in't,
As we are mocked with art. I'll draw the curtain.
5.3.683268My Lord's almost so far transported that
He'll think anon it lives. O sweet Paulina,
5.3.703271Make me to think so twenty year together;
5.3.713272No settled senses of the world can match
5.3.723273The pleasure of that madness. Let't alone.
I am sorry, sir, I have thus far stirred you, but
I could afflict you farther. Do, Paulina.
5.3.753277For this affliction has a taste as sweet
5.3.773279There is an air comes from her. What fine chisel
5.3.783280Could ever yet cut breath? Let no man mock me,
For I will kiss her. Good, my lord, forbear.
5.3.813284You'll mar it if you kiss it, stain your own
5.3.823285With oily painting. Shall I draw the curtain?
No, not these twenty years.
No, not these twenty years. So long could I
Stand by, a looker-on. Either forbear,
5.3.853290Quit presently the chapel, or resolve you
5.3.863291For more amazement; if you can behold it,
5.3.873292I'll make the statue move indeed, descend
5.3.883293And take you by the hand; but then you'll think --
5.3.893294Which I protest against -- I am assisted
By wicked powers. What you can make her do,
To make her speak as move. It is required
5.3.943301You do awake your faith; then, all stand still.
5.3.953302Or those that think it is unlawful business
I am about, let them depart. Proceed.
No foot shall stir. Music! Awake her! Strike!
5.3.983307[To Hermione] 'Tis time! Descend! Be stone no more! Approach!
5.3.993308Strike all that look upon with marvel. Come!
5.3.1003309I'll fill your grave up. Stir! Nay, come away;
5.3.1013310Bequeath to death your numbness, for from him
[To Leontes] You perceive she stirs.
5.3.1043313You hear my spell is lawful;
[To Leontes] do not shun her
5.3.1063315You kill her double. Nay, present your hand.
5.3.1073316When she was young, you wooed her; now, in age,
Is she become the suitor? O, she's warm!
Lawful as eating. She embraces him.
She hangs about his neck --
Ay, and make it manifest where she has lived,
Or how stolen from the dead? That she is living,
5.3.1173329Though yet she speak not. Mark a little while.
5.3.1183330[To Perdita] Please you to interpose, fair madam. Kneel,
5.3.1193331And pray your mother's blessing;
[To Hermione] Turn, good lady;
Our Perdita is found! You gods, look down,
5.3.1233336Where hast thou been preserved? Where lived? How found
5.3.1243337Thy father's court? For thou shalt hear that I,
5.3.1263339Gave hope thou wast in being, have preserved
Myself to see the issue. There's time enough for that,
5.3.1323346Will wing me to some withered bough, and there
5.3.1333347My mate -- that's never to be found again --
Lament, till I am lost. O peace, Paulina!
5.3.1373352And made between's by vows. Thou hast found mine --
5.3.1393354As I thought, dead, and have in vain said many
5.3.1413356For him I partly know his mind, to find thee
5.3.1433358And take her by the hand, whose worth and honesty
5.3.1453360By us, a pair of kings. Let's from this place.
5.3.1463361[To Hermione] What? Look upon my brother. Both your pardons
5.3.1493364And son unto the king, whom heavens directing,
5.3.1503365Is troth-plight to your daughter. Good Paulina,
5.3.1533368Performed in this wide gap of time since first