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KING EDWARD IV: Once more we sit in England's royal throne, Re-purchased with the blood of enemies. What valiant foemen, like to autumn's corn, Have we mow'd down, in tops of all their pride! Three Dukes of Somerset, threefold renown'd For hardy and undoubted champions; Two Cliffords, as the father and the son, And two... |
GLOUCESTER: |
KING EDWARD IV: Clarence and Gloucester, love my lovely queen; And kiss your princely nephew, brothers both. |
CLARENCE: The duty that I owe unto your majesty I seal upon the lips of this sweet babe. |
QUEEN ELIZABETH: Thanks, noble Clarence; worthy brother, thanks. |
GLOUCESTER: And, that I love the tree from whence thou sprang'st, Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit. |
KING EDWARD IV: Now am I seated as my soul delights, Having my country's peace and brothers' loves. |
CLARENCE: What will your grace have done with Margaret? Reignier, her father, to the king of France Hath pawn'd the Sicils and Jerusalem, And hither have they sent it for her ransom. |
KING EDWARD IV: Away with her, and waft her hence to France. And now what rests but that we spend the time With stately triumphs, mirthful comic shows, Such as befits the pleasure of the court? Sound drums and trumpets! farewell sour annoy! For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy. |
ARCHIDAMUS: If you shall chance, Camillo, to visit Bohemia, on the like occasion whereon my services are now on foot, you shall see, as I have said, great difference betwixt our Bohemia and your Sicilia. |
CAMILLO: I think, this coming summer, the King of Sicilia means to pay Bohemia the visitation which he justly owes him. |
ARCHIDAMUS: Wherein our entertainment shall shame us we will be justified in our loves; for indeed-- |
CAMILLO: Beseech you,-- |
ARCHIDAMUS: Verily, I speak it in the freedom of my knowledge: we cannot with such magnificence--in so rare--I know not what to say. We will give you sleepy drinks, that your senses, unintelligent of our insufficience, may, though they cannot praise us, as little accuse us. |
CAMILLO: You pay a great deal too dear for what's given freely. |
ARCHIDAMUS: Believe me, I speak as my understanding instructs me and as mine honesty puts it to utterance. |
CAMILLO: Sicilia cannot show himself over-kind to Bohemia. They were trained together in their childhoods; and there rooted betwixt them then such an affection, which cannot choose but branch now. Since their more mature dignities and royal necessities made separation of their society, their encounters, though not pers... |
ARCHIDAMUS: I think there is not in the world either malice or matter to alter it. You have an unspeakable comfort of your young prince Mamillius: it is a gentleman of the greatest promise that ever came into my note. |
CAMILLO: I very well agree with you in the hopes of him: it is a gallant child; one that indeed physics the subject, makes old hearts fresh: they that went on crutches ere he was born desire yet their life to see him a man. |
ARCHIDAMUS: Would they else be content to die? |
CAMILLO: Yes; if there were no other excuse why they should desire to live. |
ARCHIDAMUS: If the king had no son, they would desire to live on crutches till he had one. |
POLIXENES: Nine changes of the watery star hath been The shepherd's note since we have left our throne Without a burthen: time as long again Would be find up, my brother, with our thanks; And yet we should, for perpetuity, Go hence in debt: and therefore, like a cipher, Yet standing in rich place, I multiply With one '... |
LEONTES: Stay your thanks a while; And pay them when you part. |
POLIXENES: Sir, that's to-morrow. I am question'd by my fears, of what may chance Or breed upon our absence; that may blow No sneaping winds at home, to make us say 'This is put forth too truly:' besides, I have stay'd To tire your royalty. |
LEONTES: We are tougher, brother, Than you can put us to't. |
POLIXENES: No longer stay. |
LEONTES: One seven-night longer. |
POLIXENES: Very sooth, to-morrow. |
LEONTES: We'll part the time between's then; and in that I'll no gainsaying. |
POLIXENES: Press me not, beseech you, so. There is no tongue that moves, none, none i' the world, So soon as yours could win me: so it should now, Were there necessity in your request, although 'Twere needful I denied it. My affairs Do even drag me homeward: which to hinder Were in your love a whip to me; my stay To yo... |
LEONTES: Tongue-tied, our queen? speak you. |
HERMIONE: I had thought, sir, to have held my peace until You have drawn oaths from him not to stay. You, sir, Charge him too coldly. Tell him, you are sure All in Bohemia's well; this satisfaction The by-gone day proclaim'd: say this to him, He's beat from his best ward. |
LEONTES: Well said, Hermione. |
HERMIONE: To tell, he longs to see his son, were strong: But let him say so then, and let him go; But let him swear so, and he shall not stay, We'll thwack him hence with distaffs. Yet of your royal presence I'll adventure The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia You take my lord, I'll give him my commission To let him th... |
POLIXENES: No, madam. |
HERMIONE: Nay, but you will? |
POLIXENES: I may not, verily. |
HERMIONE: Verily! You put me off with limber vows; but I, Though you would seek to unsphere the stars with oaths, Should yet say 'Sir, no going.' Verily, You shall not go: a lady's 'Verily' 's As potent as a lord's. Will you go yet? Force me to keep you as a prisoner, Not like a guest; so you shall pay your fees When y... |
POLIXENES: Your guest, then, madam: To be your prisoner should import offending; Which is for me less easy to commit Than you to punish. |
HERMIONE: Not your gaoler, then, But your kind hostess. Come, I'll question you Of my lord's tricks and yours when you were boys: You were pretty lordings then? |
POLIXENES: We were, fair queen, Two lads that thought there was no more behind But such a day to-morrow as to-day, And to be boy eternal. |
HERMIONE: Was not my lord The verier wag o' the two? |
POLIXENES: We were as twinn'd lambs that did frisk i' the sun, And bleat the one at the other: what we changed Was innocence for innocence; we knew not The doctrine of ill-doing, nor dream'd That any did. Had we pursued that life, And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rear'd With stronger blood, we should have answer'... |
HERMIONE: By this we gather You have tripp'd since. |
POLIXENES: O my most sacred lady! Temptations have since then been born to's; for In those unfledged days was my wife a girl; Your precious self had then not cross'd the eyes Of my young play-fellow. |
HERMIONE: Grace to boot! Of this make no conclusion, lest you say Your queen and I are devils: yet go on; The offences we have made you do we'll answer, If you first sinn'd with us and that with us You did continue fault and that you slipp'd not With any but with us. |
LEONTES: Is he won yet? |
HERMIONE: He'll stay my lord. |
LEONTES: At my request he would not. Hermione, my dearest, thou never spokest To better purpose. |
HERMIONE: Never? |
LEONTES: Never, but once. |
HERMIONE: What! have I twice said well? when was't before? I prithee tell me; cram's with praise, and make's As fat as tame things: one good deed dying tongueless Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that. Our praises are our wages: you may ride's With one soft kiss a thousand furlongs ere With spur we beat an acre. But ... |
LEONTES: Why, that was when Three crabbed months had sour'd themselves to death, Ere I could make thee open thy white hand And clap thyself my love: then didst thou utter 'I am yours for ever.' |
HERMIONE: 'Tis grace indeed. Why, lo you now, I have spoke to the purpose twice: The one for ever earn'd a royal husband; The other for some while a friend. |
LEONTES: |
MAMILLIUS: Ay, my good lord. |
LEONTES: I' fecks! Why, that's my bawcock. What, hast smutch'd thy nose? They say it is a copy out of mine. Come, captain, We must be neat; not neat, but cleanly, captain: And yet the steer, the heifer and the calf Are all call'd neat.--Still virginalling Upon his palm!--How now, you wanton calf! Art thou my calf? |
MAMILLIUS: Yes, if you will, my lord. |
LEONTES: Thou want'st a rough pash and the shoots that I have, To be full like me: yet they say we are Almost as like as eggs; women say so, That will say anything but were they false As o'er-dyed blacks, as wind, as waters, false As dice are to be wish'd by one that fixes No bourn 'twixt his and mine, yet were it true... |
POLIXENES: What means Sicilia? |
HERMIONE: He something seems unsettled. |
POLIXENES: How, my lord! What cheer? how is't with you, best brother? |
HERMIONE: You look as if you held a brow of much distraction Are you moved, my lord? |
LEONTES: No, in good earnest. How sometimes nature will betray its folly, Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime To harder bosoms! Looking on the lines Of my boy's face, methoughts I did recoil Twenty-three years, and saw myself unbreech'd, In my green velvet coat, my dagger muzzled, Lest it should bite its master, ... |
MAMILLIUS: No, my lord, I'll fight. |
LEONTES: You will! why, happy man be's dole! My brother, Are you so fond of your young prince as we Do seem to be of ours? |
POLIXENES: If at home, sir, He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter, Now my sworn friend and then mine enemy, My parasite, my soldier, statesman, all: He makes a July's day short as December, And with his varying childness cures in me Thoughts that would thick my blood. |
LEONTES: So stands this squire Officed with me: we two will walk, my lord, And leave you to your graver steps. Hermione, How thou lovest us, show in our brother's welcome; Let what is dear in Sicily be cheap: Next to thyself and my young rover, he's Apparent to my heart. |
HERMIONE: If you would seek us, We are yours i' the garden: shall's attend you there? |
LEONTES: To your own bents dispose you: you'll be found, Be you beneath the sky. I am angling now, Though you perceive me not how I give line. Go to, go to! How she holds up the neb, the bill to him! And arms her with the boldness of a wife To her allowing husband! Gone already! Inch-thick, knee-deep, o'er head and ear... |
MAMILLIUS: I am like you, they say. |
LEONTES: Why that's some comfort. What, Camillo there? |
CAMILLO: Ay, my good lord. |
LEONTES: Go play, Mamillius; thou'rt an honest man. Camillo, this great sir will yet stay longer. |
CAMILLO: You had much ado to make his anchor hold: When you cast out, it still came home. |
LEONTES: Didst note it? |
CAMILLO: He would not stay at your petitions: made His business more material. |
LEONTES: Didst perceive it? They're here with me already, whispering, rounding 'Sicilia is a so-forth:' 'tis far gone, When I shall gust it last. How came't, Camillo, That he did stay? |
CAMILLO: At the good queen's entreaty. |
LEONTES: At the queen's be't: 'good' should be pertinent But, so it is, it is not. Was this taken By any understanding pate but thine? For thy conceit is soaking, will draw in More than the common blocks: not noted, is't, But of the finer natures? by some severals Of head-piece extraordinary? lower messes Perchance are... |
CAMILLO: Business, my lord! I think most understand Bohemia stays here longer. |
LEONTES: Ha! |
CAMILLO: Stays here longer. |
LEONTES: Ay, but why? |
CAMILLO: To satisfy your highness and the entreaties Of our most gracious mistress. |
LEONTES: Satisfy! The entreaties of your mistress! satisfy! Let that suffice. I have trusted thee, Camillo, With all the nearest things to my heart, as well My chamber-councils, wherein, priest-like, thou Hast cleansed my bosom, I from thee departed Thy penitent reform'd: but we have been Deceived in thy integrity, dec... |
CAMILLO: Be it forbid, my lord! |
LEONTES: To bide upon't, thou art not honest, or, If thou inclinest that way, thou art a coward, Which hoxes honesty behind, restraining From course required; or else thou must be counted A servant grafted in my serious trust And therein negligent; or else a fool That seest a game play'd home, the rich stake drawn, And... |
CAMILLO: My gracious lord, I may be negligent, foolish and fearful; In every one of these no man is free, But that his negligence, his folly, fear, Among the infinite doings of the world, Sometime puts forth. In your affairs, my lord, If ever I were wilful-negligent, It was my folly; if industriously I play'd the fool,... |
LEONTES: Ha' not you seen, Camillo,-- But that's past doubt, you have, or your eye-glass Is thicker than a cuckold's horn,--or heard,-- For to a vision so apparent rumour Cannot be mute,--or thought,--for cogitation Resides not in that man that does not think,-- My wife is slippery? If thou wilt confess, Or else be imp... |
CAMILLO: I would not be a stander-by to hear My sovereign mistress clouded so, without My present vengeance taken: 'shrew my heart, You never spoke what did become you less Than this; which to reiterate were sin As deep as that, though true. |
LEONTES: Is whispering nothing? Is leaning cheek to cheek? is meeting noses? Kissing with inside lip? stopping the career Of laughing with a sigh?--a note infallible Of breaking honesty--horsing foot on foot? Skulking in corners? wishing clocks more swift? Hours, minutes? noon, midnight? and all eyes Blind with the pin... |
CAMILLO: Good my lord, be cured Of this diseased opinion, and betimes; For 'tis most dangerous. |
LEONTES: Say it be, 'tis true. |
CAMILLO: No, no, my lord. |
LEONTES: It is; you lie, you lie: I say thou liest, Camillo, and I hate thee, Pronounce thee a gross lout, a mindless slave, Or else a hovering temporizer, that Canst with thine eyes at once see good and evil, Inclining to them both: were my wife's liver Infected as her life, she would not live The running of one glass... |
CAMILLO: Who does infect her? |
LEONTES: Why, he that wears her like a medal, hanging About his neck, Bohemia: who, if I Had servants true about me, that bare eyes To see alike mine honour as their profits, Their own particular thrifts, they would do that Which should undo more doing: ay, and thou, His cupbearer,--whom I from meaner form Have benched... |
CAMILLO: Sir, my lord, I could do this, and that with no rash potion, But with a lingering dram that should not work Maliciously like poison: but I cannot Believe this crack to be in my dread mistress, So sovereignly being honourable. I have loved thee,-- |
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