5.1.0.12725Enter Leontes, Cleomines, Dion, Paulina, and Servants. Sir, you have done enough and have performed
5.1.22728A saint-like sorrow. No fault could you make
5.1.32729Which you have not redeemed, indeed, paid down
5.1.42730More penitence then done trespass. At the last,
5.1.52731Do as the heavens have done, forget your evil;
With them, forgive yourself. Whilst I remember
5.1.72734Her and her virtues, I cannot forget
5.1.82735My blemishes in them, and so still think of
5.1.92736The wrong I did myself, which was so much
5.1.102737That heirless it hath made my kingdom, and
5.1.112738Destroyed the sweet'st companion that e'er man
Bred his hopes out of. True? Too true, my lord.
5.1.132741If one by one, you wedded all the world,
5.1.142742Or from the all that are took something good
Would be unparalleled. I think so. Killed?
5.1.172746She I killed? I did so, but thou strik'st me
5.1.192748Upon thy tongue as in my thought. Now, good now,
Say so but seldom. Not at all, good lady.
5.1.212751You might have spoken a thousand things that would
5.1.222752Have done the time more benefit and graced
Your kindness better. You are one of those
Would have him wed again. If you would not so,
5.1.252757You pity not the state nor the remembrance
5.1.262758Of his most sovereign name, consider little
5.1.272759What dangers by his highness fail of issue
5.1.292761Incertain lookers-on. What were more holy
5.1.302762Than to rejoice the former queen is well?
5.1.322764For present comfort and for future good,
With a sweet fellow to't? There is none worthy,
5.1.352768Respecting her that's gone. Besides, the gods
5.1.362769Will have fulfilled their secret purposes.
5.1.392772That King Leontes shall not have an heir
5.1.402773Till his lost child be found? Which that it shall
5.1.412774Is all as monstrous to our humane reason
5.1.442777Did perish with the infant. 'Tis your counsel
5.1.452778My lord should to the heavens be contrary,
5.1.462779Oppose against their wills.
[To the king] Care not for issue.
5.1.472780The crown will find an heir. Great Alexander
5.1.482781Left his to th' worthiest, so his successor
Was like to be the best. Good Paulina,
5.1.522786Had squared me to thy counsel! Then, even now,
5.1.532787I might have looked upon my queen's full eyes,
Have taken treasure from her lips -- And left them
More rich for what they yielded. Thou speak'st truth!
5.1.562792No more such wives, therefore no wife. One worse
5.1.572793And better used would make her sainted spirit
5.1.582794Again possess her corpse, and on this stage,
5.1.592795Where we offenders now appear, soul-vexed,
And begin, "Why to me?" Had she such power,
She had just cause. She had, and would incense me
To murder her I married. I should so.
5.1.642802Were I the ghost that walked, I'd bid you mark
5.1.652803Her eye and tell me for what dull part in't
5.1.662804You chose her. Then I'd shriek that even your ears
5.1.672805Should rift to hear me, and the words that followed
Should be, "Remember mine." Stars, stars,
5.1.692808And all eyes else, dead coals! Fear thou no wife;
I'll have no wife, Paulina. Will you swear
Never, Paulina, so be blessed my spirit.
Then, good my lords, bear witness to his oath.
You tempt him over-much.
You tempt him over-much. Unless another
Affront his eye -- Good madam, I have done.
Yet if my lord will marry -- if you will, sir,
5.1.782820No remedy but you will -- give me the office
5.1.792821To choose you a queen. She shall not be so young
5.1.802822As was your former, but she shall be such
5.1.812823As, walked your first queen's ghost, it should take joy
To see her in your arms. My true Paulina,
5.1.832826We shall not marry till thou bidd'st us.
We shall not marry till thou bidd'st us. That
5.1.842828Shall be when your first queen's again in breath.
One that gives out himself Prince Florizel,
5.1.872832Son of Polixenes, with his princess -- she
5.1.882833The fairest I have yet beheld -- desires access
To your high presence. What with him? He comes not
5.1.902836Like to his father's greatness. His approach,
5.1.912837So out of circumstance and sudden, tells us
5.1.922838'Tis not a visitation framed, but forced
By need and accident. What train? But few,
And those but mean. His princess, say you, with him?
Ay, the most peerless piece of earth, I think,
That ere the sun shone bright on. O Hermione,
5.1.992848Give way to what's seen now.
[To the Servant] Sir, you yourself
5.1.1012850Is colder than that theme: she had not been,
5.1.1032852Flowed with her beauty once. 'Tis shrewdly ebbed
To say you have seen a better. Pardon, madam,
5.1.1052855The one I have almost forgot -- your pardon;
5.1.1072857Will have your tongue too. This is a creature,
5.1.1082858Would she begin a sect, might quench the zeal
Of who she but bid follow. How? Not women!
Women will love her that she is a woman
The rarest of all women. Go, Cleomines,
5.1.1142866Yourself, assisted with your honored friends,
5.1.1152867Bring them to our embracement. Still 'tis strange
He thus should steal upon us. Had our prince,
5.1.1172870Jewel of children, seen this hour, he had paired
5.1.1182871Well with this lord. There was not full a month
Between their births. Prithee no more; cease! thou know'st
5.1.1212875When I shall see this gentleman, thy speeches
5.1.1242879Your mother was most true to wedlock, prince,
5.1.1282883His very air, that I should call you brother,
5.1.1302885By us performed before. Most dearly welcome,
5.1.1312886And your fair princess -- goddess! Oh, alas!
5.1.1322887I lost a couple that 'twixt heaven and earth
5.1.1342889You, gracious couple, do; and then I lost --
Once more to look on him. By his command
5.1.1402896Give you all greetings that a king at friend
5.1.1422898Which waits upon worn times hath something seized
5.1.1442900The lands and waters 'twixt your throne and his
5.1.1462902He bade me say so -- more than all the scepters,
And those that bear them, living. O my brother!
5.1.1482905Good gentleman, the wrongs I have done thee stir
5.1.1512908Of my behind-hand slackness. Welcome hither,
5.1.1522909As is the spring to th' earth. And hath he too
5.1.1552912To greet a man not worth her pains, much less
Th' adventure of her person? Good my Lord,
She came from Libya. Where the warlike Smalus,
5.1.1582917That noble honored lord, is feared and loved?
Most royal sir,
2919from thence; from him whose daughter
5.1.1602920His tears proclaimed his, parting with her. Thence,
5.1.1612921A prosperous south-wind friendly, we have crossed
Here where we are. The blessèd gods
5.1.1742935Have left me issueless. And your father's blessed,
5.1.1772938Might I a son and daughter now have looked on,
Such goodly things as you? Most noble sir,
5.1.1792942That which I shall report will bear no credit
5.1.1802943Were not the proof so nigh. Please you, great sir,
5.1.1842947Fled from his father, from his hopes, and with
A shepherd's daughter. Where's Bohemia? Speak!
Here, in your city I now came from him.
5.1.1892953Whiles he was hastening -- in the chase, it seems,
5.1.1922956Her brother, having both their country quitted
With this young prince. Camillo has betrayed me,
Endured all weathers. Lay't so to his charge.
He's with the king your father. Who? Camillo?
Camillo, sir. I spake with him, who now
5.1.1992966Wretches so quake. They kneel, they kiss the earth,
With diverse deaths in death. O my poor father!
5.1.2032971The heaven sets spies upon us, will not have
Our contract celebrated. You are married?
We are not, sir, nor are we like to be.
5.1.2062975The stars, I see, will kiss the valleys first;
The odds for high and low's alike. My lord,
Is this the daughter of a king? She is,
That "once", I see, by your good father's speed
5.1.2112983Most sorry, you have broken from his liking,
5.1.2132985Your choice is not so rich in worth as beauty,
That you might well enjoy her. Dear, look up,
5.1.2162989Should chase us with my father, power no jot
5.1.2172990Hath she to change our loves. Beseech you, sir,
5.1.2192992Than I do now. With thought of such affections,
5.1.2212994My father will grant precious things as trifles.
Would he do so, I'd beg your precious mistress,
Which he counts but a trifle. Sir, my liege,
5.1.2242998Your eye hath too much youth in't. Not a month
5.1.2252999'Fore your queen died, she was more worth such gazes
Than what you look on now. I thought of her,
5.1.2273002Even in these looks I made.
[To Florizel] But your petition
5.1.2303005I am friend to them and you; upon which errand
5.1.2323007And mark what way I make. Come, good my lord.