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PERSONS REPRESENTED. Leontes, king of Sicilia.
Clown, his son. Mamillius, his son.
Servant to the old shepher u.
Autolycus, a rogue.
Time, as Chorus.
Hermione, queen to Leontes.
Perdita, daughter to Leontes and Hermione,
Paulina, wife to Antigonus.
Two other ladies,
attending the queen. Polixenes, king of Bohemia. Florizel, his son.
Dorcas, Archidamus, a Bohemian lord.
Lords, ladies, and attendants ; satyrs for a dance, A mariner.
shepherds, shepherdesses, guards, fc. Gaoler. An old shepherd, reputed father of Perdita. Scene, sometimes in Sicilia, sometimes in Bohemia.
malice, or matter, to alter it. You have an un
speakable comfort of your young prince Mamillius ; SCENE I.-Sicilia. An Antechamber in Leon- it is a gentleman of the greatest promise, that ever tes' palace. Enter Camillo and Archidamus. came into my note.
Cam. I very well agree with you in the hopes of Archidamus.
him : it is a gallant child; one that, indeed, phyIf you shall chance, Camillo, to visit Bohemia, on went on crutches ere he was born, desire yet their the like occasion whereon my services are now on life, to see him a man. foot, you shall see, as I have said, great difference Arch. Would they else be content to die? betwixt our Bohemia and
Cam. Yes; if there were no other excuse why Sicilia means to pay Bohemia the visitation which Arch. If the king
had no son, they would desire ne justly owes him.
to live on crutches till he had one. [Exeunt. Arch. Wherein our entertainment shall shame us, we will be justified in our loves : for, indeed,-SCENE II:- The same. A room of state in the Cam. 'Beseech you,
palace... Enter Leontes, Polixenes, Hermione, Arch. Verily, I speak it in the freedom of my Mamillius, Camillo, and attendants. knowledge: we cannot with such magnificence- Pol. Nine changes of the wat'ry star have been in so rare-I know not what to say. We will The shepherd's note, since we have left our throne give you sleepy drinks; that your senses, unintelli- Without a burden: time as long again gent of our insufficience, may, though they can- Would be fill?d up, my brother, with our thanks : not praise us, as little accuse us.
And yet we should, for perpetuity, Cam. You pay a great deal too dear, for what's Go hence in debt: And therefore, like a cipher, given freely.
Yet standing in rich place, I multiply, Arch. Believe me, I speak as my understanding with one we-thank-you, many thousands moro instructs me, and as mine honesty puts it to utter- That go before it.
Stay your thanks awhile; Cam. Sicilia cannot show himself over-kind to And pay them when you part. Bohemia. They were trained together in their Pol.
Sir, that's to-morrow. childhoods; and there rooted betwixt them then I am question'd by my fears, of what may chance, such an affection, which cannot choose but branch Or breed upon our absence: That may blow now. Since their more mature dignities, and royal No sneapinga winds at home, to make us say, necessities, made separation of their society, their This is put forth too truly! Besides, I have stay'd encounters, though not personal, have been royally To tire your royalty. attornied' with interchange of gifts, letters, loving Leon.
We are tougher, brother, embassies; that they have seemed to be together, Than you can put us to't. though absent; shook hands, as over a vast;. and Pol.
No longer stay. embraced, as it were, from the ends of opposed Leon. One seven-night longer. winds. The heavens continue their loves !
Very sooth, to-morrow. Arch. I think, there is not in the world either Leon. We'll part the time between's then; and
in that (1) Nobly supplied by substitution of embassies. Wide waste of country,
(3) Affords a cordial to the state. (4) Nippinge
I'll no gain-saying.
With stronger blood, we should have anstrer'd Pol. Press me not, 'beseech you, so ;
heaven There is no tongue that moves, none, none i'the Boldly, Nol grilly; the imposition cleard, world,
Hereditary ours. St soon as yours, could win me: so it should now, Her.
By this we gather, W re there necessity in your request, although You have tripp'd since. 'Twere needful I denied it. My affairs
O my most sacred lady, Do even drag me homeward: which to hinder, Temptations have since then been born to us : for Were, in your love, a whip to me; my stay, In those untledg’d days was my wife a girl; To you a charge, and trouble: to save both, Your precious self had then not cross'd the cyes Farewell, our brother.
Of my young play-fellow. Leon. Tongue-tied, our qucen ? speak you.
Grace to boot ! Her. I had thought, sir, to have held my peace, of this make no conclusion ; lest you say, until
Your qucen and I are devils: Yet, go on; You had drawn oaths from him, notlo stay. You, sir, The offi:nces we have made you do, we'll answer; Charge him too coldly: Tell him, you are sure, If you first sinn’d with us, and that with us All in Bohemia's well: this satisfaction
You did continue fault, and that you slipp'd not The by-gone day proclaim'd; say this to him, With any but with us. He's beat from his best ward.
Is he won yet? Leon.
Well said, Hermione. lier. He'll stay, my lord. Her. To tell, he longs to see his son, were strong: Leon.
At my request, he would not. But let him say so then, and let him go;
Hermione, my dearest, thou never spok’st But let him swear so, and he shall not stay,
To better purpose. We'll thwack him hence with distafls.
Never? Yet of your royal presence (To Polixenes.] I'll ad- Leon,
Never, but once. venture
Her. What? have I twice said well? when The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia
was't before ? You take my lord, I'll give him my commission, I pr’ythce, tell me: Cram us with praise, and To let him there a month, behind the ges!!
make us Prefix'd for his parting: yet, good deed, Leontes, As fat as tarne things : One good deed, dying I love thee not a jar o' the clock behind
tongueless, What lady she her lord.—You'll stay ?
Slaughters a thousand, waiting upon that. Pol.
No, madam. Our praises are our wages: You may ride us, Her. Nay, but you will ?
With one soft kiss, a thousand furlongs, ere Pol.
I may not, verily. With spur we heat an acre. But to the goal;Her. Verily!
My last good was, to entreat his stay; You put me off with limber vors: But I, What was my first ? it has an elder sister, Though you would seek to unsphere the stars with Or I mistake you: 0, would her name were Grace! oaths,
But once before I spoke to the purpose. When? Should yet say, Sir, no going. Verily,
Nay, let me have't; I long. You shall not go; a lady's verily is
Why, that was when As potent as a lord's. Will you go yet? Three crabbed months had sour'd themselves to Force me to keep you as a prisoner,
death, Not like a guest; so you shall pay your fees, Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, When you depart, and save your thanks. How say And clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter, you?
I am yours for ever. My prisoner ? or my guest ? by your dread verily, Her.
It is Grace, indeed. One of them you shall be.
Why, lo you now, I have spoke to the purpose twice: Pol.
Your guest then, madam: The one for ever carn'd a royal husband; To be your prisoner, should import oflending; The other, for some while a friend. Which is for me less easy to commit,
[Giving her hand to Polisenes. Than you to punish.
Too hot, too hot: (side. Her.
Not your gaoler then, To mingle friendship far, is mingling blocds. But your kind hostess. Come, I'll question you I have tremor cordis' on me: my heart dances; of my lord's tricks, and yours, when you were But not for joy,—not joy. - This entertainment boys;
May a free face put oil; derive a liberty You were pretty lordingss then.
From heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom, Pol.
We were, fair queen, And well become the agent: it may, I grant: Two lads, that thought there was no more behind, But to be paddling palms, and pinching fingers, But such a day to-morrow as to-day,
As now they arc; and making practis'd smiles, And to be boy eternal.
As in a looking-glass ;-and then to sigh, as 'twere Her. Was not my lord the verier wag o' the two? The mort o'the deer;O, that is entertainment Pol. We were as twinn'd lambs, that did frisk My bosom likes not, nor my brows.-Mamillius, i' the sun,
Art thou my boy? And bleat the one at the other: what we chang'd, Mam.
Ay, my good lord. Was innocence for innocence; we knew not Leon.
l'fecks? The doctrine of ill-doing, no, nor dream'd Why, that's my bawcock.' What, hast smutch'd That any did : Had we pursued that life,
thy nose? And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rcard They say, it's a copy out of mine. Come, captain.
(!). Gests were the names of the stages where (6) Setting aside original sin, the king appointed to lie, during a royal progress, (7) Trembling of the heart, (2) Indeed.
(4) Flimsy, 8) The tune played at the death of the deer, b) A diminutive of lords,
We must be neat; not neat, but cleanly, captain : We are yours i'the garden : Shall's attend you And yet the steer, the heifer, and the call,
there? Are all callid, neat.--Still virginalling!
Leon. To your own bents dispose you: you'll be [Observing Polixenes and Hermione.
found, Upon his palm ?-How now, you wanton calf? Be you beneath the sky :-I am angling now, Art thou my call?
Though you perceive me not how I give line. Mam,
Yes, if you will, my lord. Go to, go to! Leon, Thou want'st a rough pash, and the shoots [Aside. Observing Polixenes and Hermione. that I have,
How she holds up the neb,!o the bill to him! To be full like me :-yet, they say, we are And arms her with the boldness of a wife Almost as like as eggs; women say so,
To her allowing"? husband ! Gone already; 'That will say any thing: But were they false Inch-thick, knee-deep; o'er head and ears fork'd As o'er-died blacks, as wind, as waters; false
one. 12_ As dice are to be wish'd, by one that fixes
(Exeunt Polixenes, Hermione, and attendants, No bourn' twixt his and mine; yet were it true Go, play, boy, play ;-thy mother plays, and I To say this boy were like me.- Come, sir page, Play too; but so disgrac'd a part, whose issue Look on me with your welkin* cye: Sweet villain ! Will hiss me to my grave; contempt and clamour Most dear'st! my collop!-Can thy dam ?-may't Will be my knell. -Go, play, boy, play ;-There be?
have been, Affection! thy infection stabs the centre: Or I am much deceiv'd, cuckolds ere now; Thou dost make possible, things not so held, And many a man there is, even at this present, Communicat'st withdreams;--(How can this be?)– Now, while I speak this, holds his wife by the arm, With what's unrcal thou coactive art,
That little thinks she has been sluic'd in his absence, And fellow'st nothing: Then, 'tis very credent, And his pond fish'd by his next neighbour, by Thou may'st co-join with something; and thou Sir Smile, his neighbour: nay, there's comfort in't, dost;
Whiles other men have gates; and those gales (And that beyond commission; and I find it,)
open'd, And that to the infection of my brains,
As mine, against their will: Should all despair And hardening of my brows.
That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind Pol.
What means Sicilia ? Would hang themselves. Physic for't there is none; Her. He something seems unsettled.
It is a bawdy planet, that will strike Pol.
How, my lord ? Where'lis predominant; and 'tis powerful, think it, What cheer? how is’t with you, best brother? From east, west, north, and south: Be it concluded, Her.
You look, No barricado for a belly; know it; As if you held a brow of much distraction: It will let in and out the enemy, Are you mov'd, my lord ?
With bag and baggage: many a thousand of us. Leon.
No, in good carnest.- Have the disease, and feel't not.-How now, boy? How sometimes nature will betray its folly, Mam. I am like you, they say. Its tenderness, and make itself a pastimc
Why, that's some comfort. Te harder bosoms! Looking on the lines What! Camillo there? Of my boy's face, methoughts, I did recoil
Cam. Ay, my good lord. Twenty-three years; and saw myself unbreech'd, Leon. Go play, Mamillius ; thou'rt an honest In my green velvet coat; my dagger muzzled,
(Exit Mamillius. Lest it should bite its inaster, and so prove, Camillo, this great sir will yet stay longer. As ornaments of do, too dangerous.
Cam. You had much ado to make his anchor hold: Ilow like, methought, I then was to this kernel, When you cast out, it still came home. This squash, this gentleman:-mine honest friend, Leon.
Didst note it? Will you take eggs for money?"
Cam. He would not stay at your petitions; made Nam. No, my lord, l'll fight.
His busincss more material. Leon. You will ? why, happy man be his dole ! 8 – Leon.
Didst perceive it?-My brother,
They're here with me already; whispering, round-
Sicilia is a so-forth : 'Tis far gone,
When I shall gusti* it last.-How came't, Camillo,
At the good queen's entreaty. My parasite, my soldier, statesman, all;
Leon. At the queen's, bc't: good, should be He makes a July's day short as December ;
pertinent; And, with his varying childness, cures in me But so it is, it is not. Was this taken Thoughts that would thick my blood.
By any understanding pate but thine ? Leon.
So stands this squire For thy conceit is soaking, will draw in Ofic'd with me : We two will walk, my lord, More than the common blocks :-Not noted, is't, And leave you to your graver steps. - Hermione, But of the finer natures ? by some severals, How thou lov'st us, show in our brother's welcome; Of head-piece extraordinary? lower messes, 's Let what is dear in Sicily, be cheap:
Perchance, are to this business purblind : say. Next to thyself, and my young rover,
Cam. Business, my lord ? I think, most underApparent to my heart.
If you would scek us, Bohemia stays here longer. (1) i. e. Playing with her fingers as if on a spinnet. (8) May his share of life be a happy one!
2) Thou wantest a rough head, and the budding (9) Heir apparent, next claimant. (10) Moutn. horns that I have.
(11) Approving. (12) A horned one, a cuckold. (3) Boundary. (4) Blue. (5) Credible. (13) To round in the ear was to tell secretly. (6) Pea-cod. (7) Will you be cajoled ?
(14) Taste. (15) Inferiors in rank.
That would unseen be wicked ? is this nothing ? Cam.
Stays here longer. Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing; Leon. Ay, but why?
The covering sky is nothing; Bohemia nothing; Cam. To satisfy your highness, and the entreaties My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings of our most gracious mistress.
Ir this be nothing.
Good my lord, be curd
Say, it be ; 'tis true. My chamber-counsels: wherein, priest-like, thou Cam. No, no, my lord. Hast cleans'd my bosom; I from thee departed Leon.
It is ; you lie, you lie: Thy penitent reform’d: but we have been I say, thou liest, Camillo, and I hate thee; Deceivid in thy integrity, deceiv'd
Pronounce thee a gross lout, a mindless slave; In that which seems so.
Or else a hovering temporizer, that Cam.
Be it forbid, my lord ! Canst with thine eyes at once see good and evil, Leon. To bide upon't ;-Thou art not honest: or, Inclining to them both: Were my wife's liver If thou inclin'st that way, thou art a coward; Infected as her life, she would not live Which hoxes' honesty behind, restraining The running of one glass." From course requir'd: Or else thou must be counted Cam.
Who does infoct her? A servant, grafted in my serious trust,
Leon. Why he, that wears her like her medal, And therein negligent; or else a fool,
hanging That seest a game play'd home, the rich stake About his neck, Bohemia : Who-if I drawn,
Had servants true about me; that bare eyes And tak'st it all for jest.
To see alike mine honour as their profits, Cam.
My gracious lord, Their own particular thrists,-they would do that I may be negligent, foolish, and fearful; Which should undo more doing: Ay, and thou In every one of these no man is free,
His cup-bearer,-whom I from meaner form But that his negligence, his folly, fear,
Have bench'd, and rear'd to worship; who may'st Amongst the infinite doings of the world, Sometime puts forth: In your affairs, my lord, Plainly, as heaven sees earth, and earth sees heaven, If ever I were wilful-negligent,,
How I'am galled-might'st bespice a cup, It was my folly; if industriously
To give mine enemy a lasting wink; 1 play'd the fool, it was my negligence,
Which draught to me were cordial. Not weighing well the end; il' ever fearful
Sir, my lord, To do a thing, where I the issue doubted, I could do this ; and that with no rash“ potion, Whereof the execution did cry out
But with a ling ring dram, that should not work Against the non-performance, 'twas a fear Maliciouslys like poison : But I cannot Which oft affects the wisest: these, my lord, Believe this crack to be in my dread mistress, Are such allow'd infirmities, that honesty So sovereignly being honourable. Is never free of. But, 'beseech your grace, I have lov'à thee, Be plainer with me;, let me know my trespass
Make't thy question, and go i ot, By its own visage: if I then deny it,
Dost think, I am so muddy, so unsettled, 'Tis none of mine.
To appoint myself in this vexation? sully Leon.
Have not you seen, Camillo, The purity and whiteness of my sheets, (But that's past doubt: you have; or your eye-glass Which to preserve is sleep;, which being spotted, Is thicker than a cuckold's horn ;) or heard Is goads, thorns, ncttles, tails of wasps ? (For, to a vison so apparent, ruinour
Give scandal to the blood o' the prince my son, Cannot be mute,) or thought (for cogitation Who, I do think is mine, and love as mine; Resides not in that man, that does not think it,) Without ripe moving to't ? Would I do this? My wife is slippery? If'thou wilt confess, Could man so blench ? (Or else be impudently negative,
I must believe you, sir; To have nor eyes, nor ears, nor thought,) then say, I do, and will fetch off Bohemia fort: My wife's a hobby-horse; deserves a name Provided, that when he's remov'd, your highness As rank as any flax-wench, that puts to
Will také again your queen, as yours at first; Before her troth-plight : say it, and justify it. Even for your son's sake ; and, thereby, for sealing
Cam. I would not be a stander-by, to hear The injury of tongues, in courts and kingdoms
Thou dost advise me, You never spoke what did become you less Even so as I mine own course have set down : Than this : which to reiterate, were sin
I'll give no blemish to her honour, none. As deep as that, though true.
Cam. My lord, Leon.
I's whispering nothing? Go then; and with a countenance as clear Is leaning cheek to cheek? is meeting noses ? As friendship wears at feasts, keep with Bohemia, Kissing with inside lip.? stopping the career And with your queen: I am his cupbearer; or laughter with a sigh? (a note infallible IC from me he have wholesome beverage, or breaking honesty :) horsing foot on foot ? Account me not your servant. Skulking in corners? 'wishing clocks more swift? Leon.
This is all : Hours, minutes ? noon, midnight ? and all eyes Do't, and thou hast the one half of my heart; blind
Do't not, thou splitt'st thine own. With the pin and web, but theirs, theirs only, Cam.
I'll do't, my lordo (1) To hox is to hamstring.
(5) Maliciously, with effects openly hurtful. Disorders of the eye.
(6) i. e. Could any man so start off from pro Hour-glass, (4) Hasty.