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.

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

1.2.958That go before it.

That go before it. Stay your thanks a while

1.2.1060And pay them when you part.

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

1.2.1666To tire your royalty.

To tire your royalty. We are tougher, brother,

1.2.1768Than you can put us to it.

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

1.2.2073I'll no gainsaying.

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,

1.2.2882Farewell, our brother.

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,

1.2.3489He's beat from his best ward.

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?

1.2.52111Force me to keep you as a prisoner,

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",

1.2.56115One of them you shall be.

One of them you shall be. Your guest then, madam:

1.2.57117To be your prisoner should import offending,

1.2.58118Which is for me less easy to commit

1.2.59119Than you to punish.

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.

1.2.62123You were pretty lordings then?

You were pretty lordings then? We were, fair Queen.

1.2.63125Two lads that thought there was no more behind

1.2.64126But such a day tomorrow as today,

1.2.65127And to be boy eternal.

And to be boy eternal. Was not my Lord

1.2.66129The verier wag o'th' two?

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,

1.2.75138Hereditary ours.

Hereditary ours. By this we gather

1.2.76140You have tripped since.

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

1.2.80145Of my young playfellow.

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

1.2.86152With any but with us.

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

1.2.89157To better purpose.

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?

1.2.101171Nay, let me have't! I long.

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,

1.2.105176"I am yours for ever."

"I am yours for ever." 'Tis Grace indeed.

1.2.106178Why, lo you now, I have spoke to th' purpose twice:

1.2.107179The one forever earned a royal husband,

1.2.108180Th' other for some while a friend.

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,

1.2.120193Art thou my boy?

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,

1.2.127202Art thou my calf?

Art thou my calf? Yes, if you will, my Lord.

Thou want'st a rough pash and the shoots that I have

1.2.129205To be full like me, yet they say we are

1.2.130206Almost as like as egg -- women say so

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?)

1.2.141217With what's unreal thou coactive art

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 --

1.2.145221And that to the infection of my brains

1.2.146222And hardening of my brows.

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.

1.2.150228Are you moved, my Lord?

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

1.2.153232To harder bosoms? Looking on the lines

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,

1.2.158237As ornaments oft do, too dangerous.

1.2.159238How like, methought, I then was to this kernel,

1.2.160239This squash, this gentleman -- [To Mamillius] Mine honest friend,

1.2.161240Will you take eggs for money?

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

1.2.164244Do seem to be of ours?

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

1.2.170251Thoughts that would thick my blood.

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.

1.2.174256Let what is dear in Sicily be cheap.

1.2.175257Next to thyself and my young rover, he's

1.2.176258Apparent to my heart.

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.

1.2.181264Go to, go to!

1.2.182265How she holds up the neb, the bill to him,

1.2.183266And arms her with the boldness of a wife

1.2.184267To her allowing husband.

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!

1.2.200283It is a bawdy planet that will strike

1.2.201284Where 'tis predominant. And 'tis powerful, think it

1.2.202285From east, west, north, and south. Be it concluded,

1.2.203286No barricado for a belly. Know't,

1.2.204287It will let in and out the enemy,

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.

1.2.208292What? Camillo, there?

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.

1.2.212297When you cast out, it still came home.

When you cast out, it still came home. Didst note it?

He would not stay at your petitions, made

1.2.214300His business more material.

His business more material. Didst perceive it?

1.2.215302They're here with me already, whispering, rounding,

1.2.216303"Sicilia is a so-forth." 'Tis far gone,

1.2.217304When I shall gust it last. How cam't, Camillo,

1.2.218305That he did stay?

That he did stay? At the good queen's entreaty.

"At the queen's" be't. "Good" should be pertinent,

1.2.220308But so it is, it is not. Was this taken

1.2.221309By any understanding pate but thine?

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

1.2.228316Bohemia stays here longer.

Bohemia stays here longer. Ha?

Bohemia stays here longer. Ha? Stays here longer.

Ay, but why?

To satisfy your Highness and the entreaties

1.2.231321Of our most gracious mistress.

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

1.2.237328Thy penitent reformed, but we have been

1.2.238329Deceived in thy integrity, deceived

1.2.239330In that which seems so.

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,

1.2.242334Which hoxes honesty behind, restraining

1.2.243335From course required, or else thou must be counted

1.2.244336A servant grafted in my serious trust

1.2.245337And therein negligent; or else a fool

1.2.246338That see'st a game played home, the rich stake drawn,

1.2.247339And tak'st it all for jest.

And tak'st it all for jest. My gracious lord,

1.2.248341I may be negligent, foolish, and fearful.

1.2.249342In every one of these, no man is free,

1.2.250343But that his negligence, his folly, fear,

1.2.251344Among the infinite doings of the world,

1.2.252345Sometime puts forth. In your affairs, my Lord,

1.2.253346If ever I were wilful-negligent,

1.2.254347It was my folly; if industriously

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,

1.2.258351Whereof the execution did cry out

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

1.2.264357By its own visage. If I then deny it,

1.2.265358'Tis none of mine.

'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 --

1.2.268362For to a vision so apparent, rumor

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,

1.2.272366Or else be impudently negative

1.2.273367To have nor eyes, nor ears, nor thought, then say

1.2.274368My wife's a hobby-horse, deserves a name

1.2.275369As rank as any flax-wench that puts to

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

1.2.281375Than this, which to reiterate were sin

1.2.282376As deep as that, though true.

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,

1.2.294389If this be nothing.

If this be nothing. Good my Lord, be cured

1.2.295391Of this diseased opinion, and betimes,

1.2.296392For 'tis most dangerous.

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,

1.2.300398Or else a hovering temporizer that

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

1.2.304402The running of one glass.

The running of one glass. Who does infect her?

Why he that wears her like her medal, hanging

1.2.306405About his neck -- Bohemia who, if I

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

1.2.311410His cupbearer, whom I from meaner form

1.2.312411Have benched and reared to worship, who mayst see

1.2.313412Plainly as heaven sees earth and earth sees heaven,

1.2.314413How I am galled, mightst bespice a cup

1.2.315414To give mine enemy a lasting wink,

1.2.316415Which draught to me were cordial.

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

1.2.319419Maliciously like poison, but I cannot

1.2.320420Believe this crack to be in my dread mistress,

1.2.321421So sovereignly being honorable.

1.2.322422I have loved thee--

I have loved thee-- Make that thy question and go rot!

1.2.323424Dost think I am so muddy, so unsettled,

1.2.324425To appoint myself in this vexation?

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?

1.2.331432Could man so blench?

Could man so blench? I must believe you, sir,

1.2.332434I do and will fetch off Bohemia for't,

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

1.2.337439Known and allied to yours.

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

1.2.342446And with your Queen. I am his cupbearer

1.2.343447If from me he have wholesome beverage.

1.2.344448Account me not your servant.

Account me not your servant. This is all.

1.2.345450Do't, and thou hast the one half of my heart;

1.2.346451Do't not, thou splitt'st thine own.

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

1.2.351457Is the obedience to a master, one,

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,

1.2.358464Let villany itself forswear't. I must

1.2.359465Forsake the court: to do't or no is certain

1.2.360466To me a breakneck. Happy star reign now!

1.2.361467Here comes Bohemia.

Here comes Bohemia. [Aside] This is strange. Methinks

1.2.362469My favor here begins to warp. Not speak?

1.2.363470[To Camillo] Good day, Camillo.

[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

1.2.368477With customary compliment, when he,

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

1.2.372481That changes thus his manners.

I dare not know, my Lord.

How, dare not? Do not? Do you know, and dare not?

1.2.375484Be intelligent to me, 'tis thereabouts;

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

1.2.380489A party in this alteration, finding

1.2.381490Myself thus altered with't.

Myself thus altered with't. There is a sickness

1.2.382492Which puts some of us in distemper, but

1.2.383493I cannot name the disease, and it is caught

1.2.384494Of you that yet are well.

Of you that yet are well. How caught of me?

1.2.385496Make me not sighted like the basilisk.

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

1.2.393504Thereof to be informed, imprisoned not

1.2.394505In ignorant concealment.

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?

1.2.397509I conjure thee, by all the parts of man

1.2.398510Which honor does acknowledge, whereof the least

1.2.399511Is not this suit of mine, that thou declare

1.2.400512What incidency thou dost guess of harm

1.2.401513Is creeping toward me; how far off, how near,

1.2.402514Which way to be prevented, if to be.

1.2.404515If not, how best to bear it.

If not, how best to bear it. Sir, I will tell you,

1.2.405517Since I am charged in honor, and by him

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,

1.2.409521Cry lost, and so good night!

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

1.2.413528As he had seen't, or been an instrument

1.2.414529To vice you to't, that you have touched his Queen

1.2.415530Forbiddenly.

Forbiddenly. Oh then, my best blood turn

1.2.416532To an infected jelly and my name

1.2.417533Be yoked with his that did betray the best!

1.2.418534Turn then my freshest reputation to

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

1.2.422538That ere was heard or read.

That ere was heard or read. Swear his thought over

1.2.423540By each particular star in heaven and

1.2.424541By all their influences; you may as well

1.2.425542Forbid the sea for to obey the moon

1.2.426543As or by oath remove or counsel shake

1.2.427544The fabric of his folly, whose foundation

1.2.428545Is piled upon his faith and will continue

1.2.429546The standing of his body.

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.

1.2.432550If therefore you dare trust my honesty

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,

1.2.440558For, by the honor of my parents, I

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

1.2.444562Thereon his execution sworn.

Thereon his execution sworn. I do believe thee;

1.2.445564I saw his heart in's face. Give me thy hand,

1.2.446565Be pilot to me, and thy places shall

1.2.447566Still neighbor mine. My ships are ready, and

1.2.448567My people did expect my hence departure

1.2.449568Two days ago. This jealousy

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

1.2.453572He is dishonored by a man which ever

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,

1.2.459578I will respect thee as a father if

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.

Take the boy to you; he so troubles me,

2.1.2587'Tis past enduring.

'Tis past enduring. Come, my gracious lord.

2.1.4589Shall I be your playfellow?

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

2.1.12599Or a half-moon made with a pen.

Or a half-moon made with a pen. Who taught this?

I learned it out of women's faces. Pray now,

2.1.14602What color are your eyebrows?

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,

2.1.20610If we would have you.

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,

2.1.24615And tell's a tale.

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.

2.1.26619I have one of sprites and goblins.

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,

2.1.31626Yond crickets shall not hear it.

Come on then, and giv't me in mine ear.

Was he met there? His train? Camillo with

2.1.34629him?

Behind the tuft of pines I met them; never

2.1.36631Saw I men scour so on their way. I eyed them

2.1.37632Even to their ships.

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

2.1.43639Is not infected, but if one present

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.

2.1.51647He has discovered my design, and I

2.1.52648Remain a pinched thing, yea, a very trick

2.1.53649For them to play at will. How came the posterns

2.1.54650So easily open?

So easily open? By his great authority,

2.1.55652Which often hath no less prevailed than so

2.1.56653On your command.

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

2.1.59657Have too much blood in him.

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

2.1.63662Has made thee swell thus.

Has made thee swell thus. But I'd say he had not,

2.1.64664And I'll be sworn you would believe my saying,

2.1.65665Howe'er you lean to th'nayward.

Howe'er you lean to th'nayward. You, my lords,

2.1.66667Look on her, mark her well. Be but about

2.1.67668To say "She is a goodly lady," and

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,

2.1.79680She's an adulteress!

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,

2.1.82684Do but mistake.

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

2.1.94697A bed-swerver, even as bad as those

2.1.95698That vulgars give bold'st titles; ay, and privy

2.1.96699To this their late escape.

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

2.1.101705You did mistake.

You did mistake. No, if I mistake

2.1.102707In those foundations which I build upon,

2.1.103708The center is not big enough to bear

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,

2.1.106711But that he speaks.

But that he speaks. There's some ill planet reigns.

2.1.107713I must be patient till the heavens look

2.1.108714With an aspect more favorable. Good, my lords,

2.1.109715I am not prone to weeping as our sex

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,

2.1.116722The King's will be performed.

The King's will be performed. Shall I be heard?

Who is't that goes with me? Beseech your Highness

2.1.118725My women may be with me, for you see

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

2.1.122729As I come out; this action I now go on

2.1.123730Is for my better grace. [To Leontes] Adieu, my Lord,

2.1.124731I never wished to see you sorry; now

2.1.125732I trust I shall. My women, come, you have leave.

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:

2.1.130737Yourself, your Queen, your son.

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

2.1.134742In this which you accuse her.

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;

2.1.138747For every inch of woman in the world,

2.1.139748Ay, every dram of woman's flesh, is false

2.1.140749If she be.

If she be. Hold your peaces.

If she be. Hold your peaces. Good, my lord --

It is for you we speak, not for ourselves.

2.1.142753You are abused, and by some putter-on

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,

2.1.150761And I had rather glib myself then they

2.1.151762Should not produce fair issue.

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

2.1.155767The instruments that feel.

The instruments that feel. If it be so,

2.1.156769We need no grave to bury honesty.

2.1.157770There's not a grain of it the face to sweeten

2.1.158771Of the whole dungy earth.

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

2.1.162776Be blamed for't how you might.

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,

2.1.170785The loss, the gain, the ordering on't

2.1.171786Is all properly ours.

Is all properly ours. And I wish, my liege,

2.1.172788You had only in your silent judgement tried it,

2.1.173789Without more overture.

Without more overture. How could that be?

2.1.174791Either thou art most ignorant by age,

2.1.175792Or thou wert born a fool. Camillo's flight,

2.1.176793Added to their familiarity --

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.

2.1.181798Yet for a greater confirmation,

2.1.182799For in an act of this importance 'twere

2.1.183800Most piteous to be wild, I have dispatched in post

2.1.184801To sacred Delphos to Apollo's temple,

2.1.185802Cleomines and Dion, whom you know

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

2.1.191808Than what I know, yet shall the oracle

2.1.192809Give rest to th' minds of others, such as he

2.1.193810Whose ignorant credulity will not

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

2.1.199816Will raise us all.

Will raise us all. [Aside] To laughter, as I take it,

2.1.200818If the good truth were known.

The keeper of the prison, call to him.

2.2.2822Let him have knowledge who I am.

Let him have knowledge who I am. Good lady,

2.2.3823No court in Europe is too good for thee.

2.2.4824What dost thou then in prison?

What dost thou then in prison? Now, good sir,

2.2.5825You know me, do you not?

You know me, do you not? For a worthy lady,

2.2.6827And one who much I honor.

And one who much I honor. Pray you then,

2.2.7829Conduct me to the queen.

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

2.2.14837Shall bring Emilia forth.

Shall bring Emilia forth. I pray now call her;

2.2.15839Withdraw yourselves.

Withdraw yourselves. And, madam,

2.2.16841I must be present at your conference.

Well, be't so, prithee.

2.2.18843Here's such ado to make no stain a stain

2.2.19844As passes coloring.

As passes coloring. Dear gentlewoman,

2.2.20845How fares our gracious lady?

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,

2.2.28854I am innocent as you."

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

2.2.33860And never to my red-looked anger be

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.

2.2.40867The silence often of pure innocence

2.2.41868Persuades when speaking fails.

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

2.2.50878Lest she should be denied.

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

2.2.53882I shall do good.

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,

2.2.57887Having no warrant.

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

2.2.65896Will stand betwixt you and danger.

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

2.3.12912His sickness is discharged.

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,

2.3.18919See how he fares.

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

2.3.26927Shall she within my power.

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,

2.3.30933More free than he is jealous.

More free than he is jealous. That's enough.

Madam, he hath not slept tonight, commanded

2.3.32936None should come at him.

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

2.3.36941Nourish the cause of his awaking. I

2.3.37942Do come with words as medicinal as true --

2.3.38943Honest as either -- to purge him of that humor

2.3.39944That presses him from sleep.

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.

2.3.44951I knew she would.

I knew she would. I told her so, my lord,

2.3.45953On your displeasure's peril and on mine

2.3.46954She should not visit you.

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,

2.3.50959He shall not rule me.

He shall not rule me. La you now, you hear.

2.3.51961When she will take the rein I let her run,

2.3.52962But she'll not stumble.

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

2.3.58969From your good queen.

From your good queen. "Good" queen?

Good queen, my Lord, good queen,

2.3.60972I say "good queen",

2.3.61973And would by combat make her good, so were I

2.3.62974A man, the worst about you.

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.

Here 'tis. Commends it to your blessing. Out!

2.3.68982A mankind witch? Hence with her, out o'door!

2.3.69983A most intelligencing bawd.

A most intelligencing bawd. Not so!

2.3.70985I am as ignorant in that as you

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!

2.3.74990Will you not push her out?

[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

2.3.78995Unvenerable be thy hands, if thou

2.3.79996Tak'st up the princess by that forced baseness

2.3.80997Which he has put upon't.

Which he has put upon't. He dreads his wife.

So I would you did; then 'twere past all doubt

2.3.821000You'd call your children yours.

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,

2.3.911011As ever oak or stone was sound.

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.

2.3.941015It is the issue of Polixenes.

2.3.951016Hence with it, and together with the dam

2.3.961017Commit them to the fire!

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

2.3.1001022And copy of the father -- eye, nose, lip,

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

2.3.1051027So like to him that got it, if thou hast

2.3.1061028The ordering of the mind too, 'mongst all colors

2.3.1071029No yellow in't, lest she suspect, as he does,

2.3.1081030Her children not her husband's.

Her children not her husband's. A gross hag!

2.3.1091032[To Antigonus] And, lozel, thou art worthy to be hanged

2.3.1101033That wilt not stay her tongue.

That wilt not stay her tongue. Hang all the husbands

2.3.1111035That cannot do that feat, you'll leave yourself

2.3.1121036Hardly one subject.

Hardly one subject. Once more, take her hence!

A most unworthy and unnatural lord

2.3.1141039Can do no more.

Can do no more. I'll ha' thee burnt.

Can do no more. I'll ha' thee burnt. I care not.

2.3.1151042It is an heretic that makes the fire,

2.3.1161043Not she which burns in't. I'll not call you tyrant.

2.3.1171044But this most cruel usage of your queen,

2.3.1181045Not able to produce more accusation

2.3.1191046Than your own weak-hinged fancy, something savors

2.3.1201047Of tyranny and will ignoble make you,

2.3.1211048Yea, scandalous to the world.

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

2.3.1241052If she did know me one. Away with her!

[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

2.3.1291057Will never do him good, not one of you.

2.3.1301058So, so. Farewell, we are gone.

So, so. Farewell, we are gone. Thou, traitor, hast set on thy wife to this.

2.3.1311060My child? Away with't! Even thou that hast

2.3.1321061A heart so tender o'er it, take it hence,

2.3.1331062And see it instantly consumed with fire.

2.3.1341063Even thou, and none but thou. Take it up straight;

2.3.1351064Within this hour bring me word 'tis done,

2.3.1361065And by good testimony, or I'll seize thy life

2.3.1371066With what thou else call'st thine. If thou refuse,

2.3.1381067And wilt encounter with my wrath, say so.

2.3.1391068The bastard-brains with these my proper hands

2.3.1401069Shall I dash out. Go, take it to the fire,

2.3.1411070For thou set'st on thy wife.

For thou set'st on thy wife. I did not, sir.

2.3.1421072These lords, my noble fellows, if they please,

2.3.1431073Can clear me in't.

Can clear me in't. We can, my royal liege.

2.3.1441075He is not guilty of her coming hither.

You're liars all!

Beseech your Highness, give us better credit.

2.3.1471078We have always truly served you and beseech

2.3.1481079So to esteem of us, and on our knees we beg

2.3.1491080As recompense of our dear services

2.3.1501081Past and to come that you do change this purpose,

2.3.1511082Which being so horrible, so bloody, must

2.3.1521083Lead on to some foul issue. We all kneel.

I am a feather for each wind that blows.

2.3.1541085Shall I live on to see this bastard kneel

2.3.1551086And call me father? Better burn it now

2.3.1561087Then curse it then. But be it; let it live.

2.3.1571088It shall not neither. You sir, come you hither,

2.3.1581089You that have been so tenderly officious

2.3.1591090With Lady Margerie, your midwife there,

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

2.3.1621093To save this brat's life?

To save this brat's life? Anything, my lord,

2.3.1631095That my ability may undergo

2.3.1641096And nobleness impose, at least thus much:

2.3.1651097I'll pawn the little blood which I have left

2.3.1661098To save the innocent. Anything possible.

It shall be possible. Swear by this sword

2.3.1681100Thou wilt perform my bidding.

Thou wilt perform my bidding. [Places hand on hilt of sword] I will, my lord.

Mark, and perform it, seest thou? For the fail

2.3.1701103Of any point in't shall not only be

2.3.1711104Death to thyself, but to thy lewd-tongued wife,

2.3.1721105Whom for this time we pardon. We enjoin thee,

2.3.1731106As thou art liegeman to us, that thou carry

2.3.1741107This female bastard hence, and that thou bear it

2.3.1751108To some remote and desert place, quite out

2.3.1761109Of our dominions; and that there thou leave it

2.3.1771110Without more mercy, to it own protection

2.3.1781111And favor of the climate. As by strange fortune

2.3.1791112It came to us, I do in justice charge thee

2.3.1801113On thy soul's peril and thy body's torture

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

2.3.1841117Had been more merciful. Come on, poor babe,

2.3.1851118Some powerful spirit instruct the kites and ravens

2.3.1861119To be thy nurses. Wolves and bears, they say,

2.3.1871120Casting their savageness aside have done

2.3.1881121Like offices of pity-- [To Leontes] Sir, be prosperous

2.3.1891122In more than this deed does require -- [To baby] and blessing

2.3.1901123Against this cruelty fight on thy side,

2.3.1911124Poor thing, condemned to loss.

Poor thing, condemned to loss. No, I'll not rear

2.3.1921126Another's issue.

Another's issue. Please your Highness, posts

2.3.1931128From those you sent to th'oracle are come

2.3.1941129An hour since. Cleomines and Dion,

2.3.1951130Being well arrived from Delphos, are both landed,

2.3.1961131Hasting to th'court.

Hasting to th'court. So please you, sir, their speed

2.3.1971133Hath been beyond account.

Hath been beyond account. Twenty-three days

2.3.1981135They have been absent. 'Tis good speed, foretells

2.3.1991136The great Apollo suddenly will have

2.3.2001137The truth of this appear. Prepare you, lords,

2.3.2011138Summon a session that we may arraign

2.3.2021139Our most disloyal lady, for as she hath

2.3.2031140Been publicly accused, so shall she have

2.3.2041141A just and open trial. While she lives,

2.3.2051142My heart will be a burden to me. Leave me,

2.3.2061143And think upon my bidding.

The climate's delicate, the air most sweet,

3.1.21147Fertile the isle, the temple much surpassing

3.1.31148The common praise it bears.

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

3.1.81154It was i'th'offering!

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

3.1.111158That I was nothing.

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,

3.1.141162The time is worth the use on't.

The time is worth the use on't. Great Apollo,

3.1.151164Turn all to th'best! These proclamations,

3.1.161165So forcing faults upon Hermione

3.1.171166I little like.

I little like. The violent carriage of it

3.1.181168Will clear or end the business when the oracle

3.1.191169Thus by Apollo's great divine sealed up

3.1.201170Shall the contents discover, something rare

3.1.211171Even then will rush to knowledge. Go. Fresh horses!

3.1.221172And gracious be the issue.

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,

3.2.71182Even to the guilt or the purgation.

3.2.81183Produce the prisoner.

It is his Highness' pleasure that the queen

3.2.101185Appear in person, here in court.

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

3.2.141197Which contradicts my accusation, and

3.2.151198The testimony on my part no other

3.2.161199But what comes from myself, it shall scarce boot me

3.2.171200To say, "Not guilty". Mine integrity,

3.2.181201Being counted falsehood, shall, as I express it,

3.2.191202Be so received. But thus, if powers divine

3.2.201203Behold our humane actions, as they do,

3.2.211204I doubt not then but innocence shall make

3.2.221205False accusation blush and tyranny

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,

3.2.261209As I am now unhappy, which is more

3.2.271210Than history can pattern, though devised

3.2.281211And played to take spectators. For behold me,

3.2.291212A fellow of the royal bed, which owe

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,

3.2.351218'Tis a derivative from me to mine,

3.2.361219And only that I stand for. I appeal

3.2.371220To your own conscience, sir, before Polixenes

3.2.381221Came to your court how I was in your grace,

3.2.391222How merited to be so. Since he came,

3.2.401223With what encounter so uncurrent I

3.2.411224Have strained t' appear thus; if one jot beyond

3.2.421225The bound of honor or in act or will

3.2.431226That way inclining, hardened be the hearts

3.2.441227Of all that hear me, and my nearest of kin

3.2.451228Cry fie upon my grave.

Cry fie upon my grave. I never heard yet

3.2.461230That any of these bolder vices wanted

3.2.471231Less impudence to gainsay what they did

3.2.481232Than to perform it first.

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

3.2.521238At all acknowledge. For Polixenes,

3.2.531239With whom I am accused, I do confess

3.2.541240I loved him as in honor he required,

3.2.551241With such a kind of love as might become

3.2.561242A lady like me; with a love, even such,

3.2.571243So and no other, as yourself commanded,

3.2.581244Which, not to have done, I think had been in me

3.2.591245Both disobedience and ingratitude

3.2.601246To you and toward your friend, whose love had spoke

3.2.611247Even since it could speak, from an infant, freely,

3.2.621248That it was yours. Now for conspiracy,

3.2.631249I know not how it tastes, though it be dished

3.2.641250For me to try how; all I know of it

3.2.651251Is that Camillo was an honest man,

3.2.661252And why he left your court the gods themselves,

3.2.671253Wotting no more then I, are ignorant.

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,

3.2.721259Which I'll lay down.

Which I'll lay down. Your actions are my dreams.

3.2.731261You had a bastard by Polixenes,

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,

3.2.781266No father owning it, which is indeed

3.2.791267More criminal in thee than it, so thou

3.2.801268Shalt feel our justice, in whose easiest passage

3.2.811269Look for no less than death.

Look for no less than death. Sir, spare your threats.

3.2.821271The bug which you would fright me with I seek;

3.2.831272To me can life be no commodity.

3.2.841273The crown and comfort of my life, your favor,

3.2.851274I do give lost, for I do feel it gone,

3.2.861275But know not how it went. My second joy

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,

3.2.1001289I prize it not a straw, but for mine honor,

3.2.1011290Which I would free. If I shall be condemned

3.2.1021291Upon surmises, all proofs sleeping else

3.2.1031292But what your jealousies awake, I tell you

3.2.1041293'Tis rigor and not law. Your honors all,

3.2.1051294I do refer me to the oracle:

3.2.1061295Apollo be my judge.

Apollo be my judge. This your request

3.2.1071297Is altogether just. Therefore, bring forth,

3.2.1081298And in Apollo's name, his oracle.

The emperor of Russia was my father.

3.2.1101300Oh that he were alive and here beholding

3.2.1111301His daughter's trial, that he did but see

3.2.1121302The flatness of my misery; yet with eyes

3.2.1131303Of pity, not revenge.

Of pity, not revenge. You here shall swear upon this sword of justice,

3.2.1141305That you, Cleomines and Dion, have

3.2.1151306Been both at Delphos and from thence have brought

3.2.1161307This sealed-up oracle by the hand delivered

3.2.1171308Of great Apollo's priest; and that since then,

3.2.1181309You have not dared to break the holy seal

3.2.1191310Nor read the secrets in't.

Nor read the secrets in't. All this we swear.

Break up the seals and read.

Now blessed be the great Apollo.

Praised!

Hast thou read truth?

Hast thou read truth? Ay, my lord, even so

3.2.125As it is here set down.

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

3.2.1311327Of the queen's speed, is gone.

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

3.2.1331331Do strike at my injustice!

Do strike at my injustice! How now there?

This news is mortal to the Queen! Look down

3.2.1351333And see what death is doing.

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.

3.2.1381337Beseech you tenderly apply to her

3.2.1391338Some remedies for life.

Some remedies for life. Apollo, pardon

3.2.1401339My great profanenesse 'gainst thine oracle.

3.2.1411340I'll reconcile me to Polixenes,

3.2.1421341New woo my queen, recall the good Camillo,

3.2.1431342Whom I proclaim a man of truth, of mercy;

3.2.1441343For being transported by my jealousies

3.2.1451344To bloody thoughts and to revenge, I chose

3.2.1461345Camillo for the minister to poison

3.2.1471346My friend Polixenes, which had been done,

3.2.1481347But that the good mind of Camillo tardied

3.2.1491348My swift command. Though I with death and with

3.2.1501349Reward did threaten and encourage him

3.2.1511350Not doing it and being done, he -- most humane,

3.2.1521351And filled with honor -- to my kingly guest

3.2.1531352Unclasped my practice, quit his fortunes here,

3.2.1541353Which you knew great, and to the hazard

3.2.1551354Of all incertainties himself commended,

3.2.1561355No richer than his honor. How he glisters

3.2.1571356Through my rust, and how his piety

3.2.1581357Does my deeds make the blacker!

Does my deeds make the blacker! Woe the while!

3.2.1591359Oh cut my lace, lest my heart, cracking it,

3.2.1601360Break too.

Break too. What fit is this? Good lady?

What studied torments, tyrant, hast for me?

3.2.1621363What wheels, racks, fires? What flaying? Boiling

3.2.1631364In leads or oils? What old or newer torture

3.2.1641365Must I receive, whose every word deserves

3.2.1651366To taste of thy most worst! Thy tyranny

3.2.1661367Together working with thy jealousies --

3.2.1671368Fancies too weak for boys, too green and idle

3.2.1681369For girls of nine -- Oh think what they have done,

3.2.1691370And then run mad indeed, stark-mad, for all

3.2.1701371Thy bygone fooleries were but spices of it.

3.2.1711372That thou betrayedst Polixenes, 'twas nothing.

3.2.1721373That did but show thee of a fool, inconstant,

3.2.1731374And damnable ingrateful. Nor was't much,

3.2.1741375Thou wouldst have poisoned good Camillo's honor

3.2.1751376To have him kill a king: poor trespasses,

3.2.1761377More monstrous standing by; whereof I reckon

3.2.1771378The casting forth to crows thy baby daughter

3.2.1781379To be or none, or little, though a devil

3.2.1791380Would have shed water out of fire ere done't.

3.2.1801381Nor is't directly laid to thee the death

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

3.2.1881389Not dropped down yet.

Not dropped down yet. The higher powers forbid!

I say she's dead! I'll swear't! If word nor oath

3.2.1901392Prevail not, go and see. If you can bring

3.2.1911393Tincture or luster in her lip, her eye,

3.2.1921394Heat outwardly, or breath within, I'll serve you

3.2.1931395As I would do the gods. But, O thou tyrant,

3.2.1941396Do not repent these things, for they are heavier

3.2.1951397Than all thy woes can stir; therefore, betake thee

3.2.1961398To nothing but despair. A thousand knees

3.2.1971399Ten thousand years together, naked, fasting

3.2.1981400Upon a barren mountain and still winter

3.2.1991401In storm perpetual, could not move the gods

3.2.2001402To look that way thou wert.

To look that way thou wert. Go on, go on!

3.2.2011404Thou canst not speak too much. I have deserved

3.2.2021405All tongues to talk their bitt'rest.

All tongues to talk their bitt'rest. [To Paulina] Say no more.

3.2.2031407Howe'er the business goes, you have made fault

3.2.2041408I'th'boldness of your speech.

I'th'boldness of your speech. I am sorry for't.

3.2.2051410All faults I make, when I shall come to know them,

3.2.2061411I do repent. Alas, I have showed too much

3.2.2071412The rashness of a woman. He is touched

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

3.2.2101415At my petition; I beseech you, rather,

3.2.2111416Let me be punished that have minded you

3.2.2121417Of what you should forget. Now, good my liege,

3.2.2131418Sir, royal sir, forgive a foolish woman;

3.2.2141419The love I bore your queen -- lo, fool again!

3.2.2151420I'll speak of her no more, nor of your children;

3.2.2161421I'll not remember you of my own lord,

3.2.2171422Who is lost too. Take your patience to you,

3.2.2181423And I'll say nothing.

And I'll say nothing. Thou didst speak but well,

3.2.2191425When most the truth which I receive much better

3.2.2201426Than to be pitied of thee. Prithee bring me

3.2.2211427To the dead bodies of my queen and son;

3.2.2221428One grave shall be for both. Upon them shall

3.2.2231429The causes of their death appear, unto

3.2.2241430Our shame perpetual. Once a day I'll visit

3.2.2251431The chapel where they lie, and tears shed there

3.2.2261432Shall be my recreation. So long as nature

3.2.2271433Will bear up with this exercise, so long

3.2.2281434I daily vow to use it. Come and lead me

3.2.2291435To these sorrows.

Thou art perfect, then, our ship hath touched upon

3.3.21440The deserts of Bohemia?

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

3.3.61445And frown upon's.

Their sacred wills be done. Go, get aboard,

3.3.81447Look to thy bark. I'll not be long before

3.3.91448I call upon thee.

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

3.3.121452Of prey that keep upon't.

Of prey that keep upon't. Go thou away,

3.3.131454I'll follow instantly.

I'll follow instantly. I am glad at heart

3.3.141456To be so rid o'th business.

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.

3.3.201463I never saw a vessel of like sorrow,

3.3.211464So filled and so becoming; in pure white robes

3.3.221465Like very sanctity she did approach

3.3.231466My cabin where I lay, thrice bowed before me,

3.3.241467And, gasping to begin some speech, her eyes

3.3.251468Became two spouts; the fury spent, anon

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,

3.3.301473Places remote enough are in Bohemia.

3.3.311474There weep, and leave it crying; and for the babe

3.3.321475Is counted lost forever, Perdita

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

3.3.361479She melted into air. Affrighted much,

3.3.371480I did in time collect myself and thought

3.3.381481This was so and no slumber. Dreams are toys,

3.3.391482Yet for this once, yea superstitiously,

3.3.401483I will be squared by this. I do believe

3.3.411484Hermione hath suffered death, and that

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!

3.3.461489There lie, and there thy character; there these,

3.3.471490Which may, if Fortune please, both breed thee, pretty,

3.3.481491And still rest thine.

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

3.3.541497A lullaby too rough. I never saw

3.3.551498The heavens so dim by day.

The heavens so dim by day. A savage clamor!

3.3.561499Well may I get aboard! This is the chase.

3.3.571500I am gone forever!

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

4.1.101589The same I am ere ancient'st order was

4.1.111590Or what is now received. I witness to

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

4.1.191598That he shuts up himself. Imagine me,

4.1.201599Gentle spectators, that I now may be

4.1.211600In fair Bohemia. And remember well,

4.1.221601I mentioned a son o'th'king's, which Florizel

4.1.231602I now name to you, and with speed so pace

4.1.241603To speak of Perdita, now grown in grace

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,

4.1.291608Is th'argument of Time; of this allow,

4.1.301609If ever you have spent time worse, ere now.

4.1.311610If never, yet that Time himself doth say

4.1.321611He wishes earnestly you never may.

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.

4.3.131681I have served Prince Florizel, and in my time wore 1682three-pile, but now I am out of service.

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 me1725more 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!

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

4.4.41801Is as a meeting of the petty gods,

4.4.51802And you the queen on't.

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

4.4.121810Digest it with a custom, I should blush

4.4.131811To see you so attired, swoon I think,

4.4.141812To show myself a glass.

To show myself a glass. I bless the time

4.4.151814When my good falcon made her flight across

4.4.161815Thy father's ground.

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

4.4.191819To think your father by some accident

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

4.4.241824The sternness of his presence?

The sternness of his presence? Apprehend

4.4.251826Nothing but jollity. The gods themselves,

4.4.261827Humbling their deities to love, have taken

4.4.271828The shapes of beasts upon them. Jupiter

4.4.281829Became a bull and bellowed; the green Neptune

4.4.291830A ram and bleated; and the fire-robed god

4.4.301831Golden Apollo, a poor humble swain,

4.4.311832As I seem now. Their transformations

4.4.321833Were never for a piece of beauty rarer,

4.4.331834Nor in a way so chaste, since my desires

4.4.341835Run not before mine honor, nor my lusts

4.4.351836Burn hotter than my faith.

Burn hotter than my faith. O but sir,

4.4.361838Your resolution cannot hold when 'tis

4.4.371839Opposed, as it must be, by th' power of the king.

4.4.381840One of these two must be necessities

4.4.391841Which then will speak that you must change this purpose,

4.4.401842Or I my life.

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,

4.4.431846Or not my father's. For I cannot be

4.4.441847Mine own nor anything to any if

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

4.4.501853Of celebration of that nuptial which

4.4.511854We two have sworn shall come.

We two have sworn shall come. O Lady Fortune,

4.4.521856Stand you auspicious!

Stand you auspicious! See, your guests approach.

4.4.531858Address yourself to entertain them sprightly,

4.4.541859And let's be red with mirth.

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

4.4.621868As if you were a feasted one and not

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,

4.4.691875As your good flock shall prosper.

As your good flock shall prosper. [To Polixenes] Sir, welcome.

4.4.701877It is my father's will I should take on me

4.4.711878The hostess-ship o'th'day;

[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

4.4.741881Seeming and savor all the winter long.

4.4.751882Grace and remembrance be to you both

4.4.761883And welcome to our shearing.

And welcome to our shearing. Shepherdess,

4.4.771885A fair one are you. Well you fit our ages

4.4.781886With flowers of winter.

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

4.4.841893To get slips of them.

To get slips of them. Wherefore, gentle maiden,

4.4.851895Do you neglect them?

Do you neglect them? For I have heard it said

4.4.861897There is an art which in their piedness shares

4.4.871898With great creating nature.

With great creating nature. Say there be,

4.4.881900Yet nature is made better by no mean

4.4.891901But nature makes that mean. So over that art

4.4.901902Which you say adds to nature is an art

4.4.911903That nature makes; you see, sweet maid, we marry

4.4.921904A gentler scion to the wildest stock,

4.4.931905And make conceive a bark of baser kind

4.4.941906By bud of nobler race. This is an art

4.4.951907Which does mend nature; change it rather, but

4.4.961908The art itself is nature.

The art itself is nature. So it is.

Then make your garden rich in gillyvors,

4.4.981911And do not call them bastards.

And do not call them bastards. I'll not put

4.4.991913The dibble in earth to set one slip of them,

4.4.1001914No more than, were I painted, I would wish

4.4.1011915This youth should say 'twere well, and only therefore

4.4.1021916Desire to breed by me. Here's flowers for you:

4.4.1031917Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram,

4.4.1041918The marigold that goes to bed with' sun,

4.4.1051919And with him rises, weeping. These are flowers

4.4.1061920Of middle summer, and I think they are given

4.4.1071921To men of middle age. You're very welcome.

I should leave grazing were I of your flock,

4.4.1091923And only live by gazing.

And only live by gazing. Out, alas!

4.4.1101925You'd be so lean that blasts of January

4.4.1111926Would blow you through and through.

[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,

4.4.1141929That wear upon your virgin branches yet

4.4.1151930Your maidenheads growing -- O Proserpina,

4.4.1161931For the flowers now that frighted, thou let'st fall

4.4.1171932From Dis's wagon! Daffodils,

4.4.1181933That come before the swallow dares, and take

4.4.1191934The winds of March with beauty; violets dim,

4.4.1201935But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes

4.4.1211936Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses

4.4.1221937That die unmarried ere they can behold

4.4.1231938Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady

4.4.1241939Most incident to maids; bold oxlips, and

4.4.1251940The crown imperial; lillies of all kinds,

4.4.1261941The flower-de-luce being one. Oh, these I lack

4.4.1271942To make you garlands of, and my sweet friend,

4.4.1281943To strew him o'er and o'er.

To strew him o'er and o'er. What? like a corpse?

No, like a bank for love to lie and play on,

4.4.1301946Not like a corpse; or if, not to be buried,

4.4.1311947But quick, and in mine arms. Come, take your flowers.

4.4.1321948Methinks I play as I have seen them do

4.4.1331949In Whitson pastorals. Sure this robe of mine

4.4.1341950Does change my disposition.

Does change my disposition. What you do

4.4.1351952Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet,

4.4.1361953I'd have you do it ever; when you sing,

4.4.1371954I'd have you buy and sell so; so give alms,

4.4.1381955Pray so, and for the ordering your affairs,

4.4.1391956To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you

4.4.1401957A wave o'th sea that you might ever do

4.4.1411958Nothing but that; move still, still so,

4.4.1421959And own no other function. Each your doing,

4.4.1431960So singular in each particular,

4.4.1441961Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds,

4.4.1451962That all your acts are queen's.

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,

4.4.1491967With wisdom I might fear, my Doricles,

4.4.1501968You wooed me the false way.

You wooed me the false way. I think you have

4.4.1511970As little skill to fear as I have purpose

4.4.1521971To put you to't. But come, our dance I pray.

4.4.1531972Your hand, my Perdita -- so turtles pair

4.4.1541973That never mean to part.

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,

4.4.1581978Too noble for this place.

Too noble for this place. He tells her something

4.4.1591980That makes her blood look on't. Good sooth, she is

4.4.1601981The queen of curds and cream.

[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

4.4.1661991Which dances with your daughter?

They call him Doricles and boasts himself

4.4.1681993To have a worthy feeding. But I have it

4.4.1691994Upon his own report, and I believe it;

4.4.1701995He looks like sooth. He says he loves my daughter.

4.4.1711996I think so too; for never gazed the moon

4.4.1721997Upon the water as he'll stand and read

4.4.1731998As 'twere my daughter's eyes; And to be plain,

4.4.1741999I think there is not half a kiss to choose

4.4.1752000Who loves another best.

Who loves another best. She dances featly.

So she does anything, though I report it

4.4.1772003That should be silent. If young Doricles

4.4.1782004Do light upon her, she shall bring him that

4.4.1792005Which he not dreams of.

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.

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.

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.

[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

4.4.2622170And handed love, as you do, I was wont

4.4.2632171To load my she with knacks. I would have ransacked

4.4.2642172The peddler's silken treasury and have poured it

4.4.2652173To her acceptance. You have let him go

4.4.2662174And nothing marted with him. If your lass

4.4.2672175Interpretation should abuse and call this

4.4.2682176Your lack of love or bounty, you were straited

4.4.2692177For a reply, at least, if you make a care

4.4.2702178Of happy holding her.

Of happy holding her. Old sir, I know

4.4.2712180She prizes not such trifles as these are

4.4.2722181The gifts she looks from me are packed and locked

4.4.2732182Up in my heart, which I have given already,

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,

4.4.2772186As soft as dove's down, and as white as it,

4.4.2782187Or Ethiopian's tooth, or the fanned snow that's bolted

4.4.2792188By th' northern blasts twice o'er --

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.

4.4.2822192But to your protestation. Let me hear

4.4.2832193What you profess.

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

4.4.2902202Without her love; for her, employ them all,

4.4.2912203Commend them and condemn them to her service

4.4.2922204Or to their own perdition.

Or to their own perdition. Fairly offered.

This shows a sound affection.

This shows a sound affection. But, my daughter,

4.4.2942208Say you the like to him?

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

4.4.2972212The purity of his.

The purity of his. Take hands, a bargain --

2214And friends unknown, you shall bear witness to't;

4.4.2982215I give my daughter to him and will make

4.4.2992216Her portion equal his.

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,

4.4.3022220Enough then for your wonder. But come on,

4.4.3032221Contract us 'fore these witnesses.

Contract us 'fore these witnesses. Come, your hand --

4.4.3042223And daughter, yours.

And daughter, yours. Soft, swain, awhile, beseech you.

4.4.3052225Have you a father?

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

4.4.3082230Is at the nuptial of his son a guest

4.4.3092231That best becomes the table. Pray you once more,

4.4.3102232Is not your father grown incapable

4.4.3112233Of reasonable affairs? Is he not stupid

4.4.3122234With age and altering rheums? Can he speak? Hear?

4.4.3132235Know man from man? Dispute his owne estate?

4.4.3142236Lies he not bed-rid, and again does nothing

4.4.3152237But what he did being childish?

But what he did being childish? No, good sir.

4.4.3162239He has his health and ampler strength indeed

4.4.3172240Than most have of his age.

Than most have of his age. By my white beard,

4.4.3182242You offer him, if this be so, a wrong

4.4.3192243Something unfilial. Reason, my son,

4.4.3202244Should choose himself a wife, but as good reason

4.4.3212245The father, all whose joy is nothing else

4.4.3222246But fair posterity, should hold some counsel

4.4.3232247In such a business.

In such a business. I yield all this;

4.4.3242249But for some other reasons, my grave sir,

4.4.3252250Which 'tis not fit you know, I not acquaint

4.4.3262251My father of this business.

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

4.4.3292257At knowing of thy choice.

At knowing of thy choice. Come, come, he must not.

4.4.3302259Mark our contract.

Mark our contract. [Removing disguise] Mark your divorce, young sir,

4.4.3312261Whom son I dare not call. Thou art too base

4.4.3322262To be acknowledged. Thou a scepter's heir

4.4.3332263That thus affects a sheep-hook? Thou, old traitor,

4.4.3342264I am sorry that by hanging thee I can

4.4.3352265But shorten thy life one week. And thou, fresh piece

4.4.3362266Of excellent witchcraft, whom of force must know

4.4.3372267The royal fool thou cop'st with --

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,

4.4.3402271If I may ever know thou dost but sigh,

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,

4.4.3442275Far than Deucalion off. Mark thou my words.

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,

4.4.3482279Worthy enough a herdsman -- yea, him too

4.4.3492280That makes himself but for our honor therein

4.4.3502281Unworthy thee -- if ever henceforth thou

4.4.3512282These rural latches to his entrance open,

4.4.3522283Or hoop his body more with thy embraces,

4.4.3532284I will devise a death as cruel for thee

4.4.3542285As thou art tender to't.

As thou art tender to't. Even here undone!

4.4.3552287I was not much afeared, for once or twice

4.4.3562288I was about to speak and tell him plainly,

4.4.3572289The selfsame sun that shines upon his court

4.4.3582290Hides not his visage from our cottage, but

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,

4.4.3632295But milk my ewes and weep.

But milk my ewes and weep. Why, how now, father?

4.4.3642297Speak ere thou diest.

Speak ere thou diest. I cannot speak, nor think,

4.4.3652299Nor dare to know that which I know.[To Florizel] O sir,

4.4.3662300You have undone a man of fourscore-three,

4.4.3672301That thought to fill his grave in quiet, yea,

4.4.3682302To die upon the bed my father died,

4.4.3692303To lie close by his honest bones; but now

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

4.4.3732307To mingle faith with him! Undone, undone!

4.4.3742308If I might die within this hour, I have lived

4.4.3752309To die when I desire.

To die when I desire. [To Camillo] Why look you so upon me?

4.4.3762311I am but sorry, not afeared; delayed,

4.4.3772312But nothing altered. What I was, I am,

4.4.3782313More straining on for plucking back, not following

4.4.3792314My leash unwillingly.

My leash unwillingly. Gracious, my lord,

4.4.3802316You know your father's temper; at this time

4.4.3812317He will allow no speech, which I do guess

4.4.3822318You do not purpose to him, and as hardly

4.4.3832319Will he endure your sight as yet, I fear.

4.4.3842320Then, till the fury of his highness settle,

4.4.3852321Come not before him.

Come not before him. I not purpose it.

4.4.3862323I think, Camillo?

I think, Camillo? [removing disguise] Even he, my lord.

How often have I told you 'twould be thus?

4.4.3882326How often said my dignity would last

4.4.3892327But till 'twere known?

But till 'twere known? It cannot fail but by

4.4.3902329The violation of my faith, and then

4.4.3912330Let nature crush the sides o'th earth together

4.4.3922331And mar the seeds within. Lift up thy looks.

4.4.3932332From my succession wipe me, father! I

4.4.3942333Am heir to my affection.

Am heir to my affection. Be advised.

I am, and by my fancy; if my reason

4.4.3962336Will thereto be obedient, I have reason.

4.4.3972337If not, my senses, better pleased with madness,

4.4.3982338Do bid it welcome.

Do bid it welcome. This is desperate, sir.

So call it, but it does fulfill my vow.

4.4.4002341I needs must think it honesty. Camillo,

4.4.4012342Not for Bohemia, nor the pomp that may

4.4.4022343Be thereat gleaned, for all the sun sees or

4.4.4032344The close earth wombs or the profound seas hides

4.4.4042345In unknown fathoms, will I break my oath

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

4.4.4082349To see him anymore, cast your good counsels

4.4.4092350Upon his passion. Let myself and Fortune

4.4.4102351Tug for the time to come. This you may know

4.4.4112352And so deliver: I am put to sea

4.4.4122353With her who here I cannot hold on shore,

4.4.4132354And most opportune to her need, I have

4.4.4142355A vessel rides fast by, but not prepared

4.4.4152356For this design. What course I mean to hold

4.4.4162357Shall nothing benefit your knowledge nor

4.4.4172358Concern me the reporting.

Concern me the reporting. O my lord,

4.4.4182360I would your spirit were easier for advice

4.4.4192361Or stronger for your need.

Or stronger for your need. Hark, Perdita --

4.4.4202363[To Camillo] I'll hear you by and by.

[To Camillo] I'll hear you by and by. He's irremoveable,

4.4.4212365Resolved for flight. Now were I happy if

4.4.4222366His going I could frame to serve my turn,

4.4.4232367Save him from danger, do him love and honor,

4.4.4242368Purchase the sight again of dear Sicilia,

4.4.4252369And that unhappy king, my master, whom

4.4.4262370I so much thirst to see.

I so much thirst to see. [Florizel steps forward] Now, good Camillo,

4.4.4272372I am so fraught with curious business that

4.4.4282373I leave out ceremony.

I leave out ceremony. Sir, I think

4.4.4292375You have heard of my poor services i'th'love

4.4.4302376That I have borne your father?

That I have borne your father? Very nobly

4.4.4312378Have you deserved. It is my father's music

4.4.4322379To speak your deeds, not little of his care

4.4.4332380To have them recompensed as thought on.

To have them recompensed as thought on. Well, my lord,

4.4.4342382If you may please to think I love the king

4.4.4352383And through him, what's nearest to him, which is

4.4.4362384Your gracious self, embrace but my direction,

4.4.4372385If your more ponderous and settled project

4.4.4382386May suffer alteration. On mine honor,

4.4.4392387I'll point you where you shall have such receiving

4.4.4402388As shall become your highness, where you may

4.4.4412389Enjoy your mistress, from the whom I see

4.4.4422390There's no disjunction to be made but by --

4.4.4432391As heavens forfend -- your ruin. Marry her,

4.4.4442392And, with my best endeavors in your absence,

4.4.4452393Your discontenting father strive to qualify

4.4.4462394And bring him up to liking.

And bring him up to liking. How, Camillo,

4.4.4472396May this, almost a miracle, be done,

4.4.4482397That I may call thee something more than man,

4.4.4492398And after that trust to thee?

And after that trust to thee? Have you thought on

4.4.4502400A place whereto you'll go?

A place whereto you'll go? Not any yet.

4.4.4512402But as th'unthought-on accident is guilty

4.4.4522403To what we wildly do, so we profess