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twg_000000028900 | Never Fortune Did play a subtler game. The conquered triumphs; The victor has the loss; yet in the passage The gods have been most equal. Palamon, Your kinsman hath confessed the right o th lady Did lie in you, for you first saw her and Even then proclaimed your fancy. He restored her As your stoln jewel and desired your | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028901 | spirit To send him hence forgiven. The gods my justice Take from my hand and they themselves become The executioners. Lead your lady off And call your lovers from the stage of death, Whom I adopt my friends. A day or two Let us look sadly, and give grace unto The funeral of Arcite, in whose end The visages of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028902 | bridegrooms well put on And smile with Palamon; for whom an hour, But one hour since, I was as dearly sorry As glad of Arcite, and am now as glad As for him sorry. O you heavenly charmers, What things you make of us! For what we lack We laugh, for what we have are sorry, still Are children in | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028903 | some kind. Let us be thankful For that which is, and with you leave dispute That are above our question. Lets go off And bear us like the time. [_Flourish. Exeunt._] EPILOGUE Enter Epilogue. EPILOGUE I would now ask ye how you like the play, But, as it is with schoolboys, cannot say. I am cruel fearful! Pray yet, stay | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028904 | a while, And let me look upon ye. No man smile? Then it goes hard, I see. He that has Loved a young handsome wench, then, show his face Tis strange if none be hereand, if he will, Against his conscience let him hiss, and kill Our market. Tis in vain, I see, to stay ye. Have at the worst | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028905 | can come, then! Now what say ye? And yet mistake me not: I am not bold; We have no such cause. If the tale we have told For tis no otherany way content ye For to that honest purpose it was meant ye We have our end; and you shall have ere long, I dare say, many a better, to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028906 | prolong Your old loves to us. We, and all our might, Rest at your service. Gentlemen, good night. [_Flourish. Exit._] FINIS THE WINTERS TALE Contents ACT I Scene I. Sicilia. An Antechamber in Leontes Palace. Scene II. The same. A Room of State in the Palace. ACT II Scene I. Sicilia. A Room in the Palace. Scene II. The same. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028907 | The outer Room of a Prison. Scene III. The same. A Room in the Palace. ACT III Scene I. Sicilia. A Street in some Town. Scene II. The same. A Court of Justice. Scene III. Bohemia. A desert Country near the Sea. ACT IV Scene I. Prologue. Scene II. Bohemia. A Room in the palace of Polixenes. Scene III. The | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028908 | same. A Road near the Shepherds cottage. Scene IV. The same. A Shepherds Cottage. ACT V Scene I. Sicilia. A Room in the palace of Leontes. Scene II. The same. Before the Palace. Scene III. The same. A Room in Paulinas house. Dramatis Person LEONTES, King of Sicilia MAMILLIUS, his son CAMILLO, Sicilian Lord ANTIGONUS, Sicilian Lord CLEOMENES, Sicilian Lord | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028909 | DION, Sicilian Lord POLIXENES, King of Bohemia FLORIZEL, his son ARCHIDAMUS, a Bohemian Lord An Old Shepherd, reputed father of Perdita CLOWN, his son AUTOLYCUS, a rogue A Mariner A Gaoler Servant to the Old Shepherd Other Sicilian Lords Sicilian Gentlemen Officers of a Court of Judicature HERMIONE, Queen to Leontes PERDITA, daughter to Leontes and Hermione PAULINA, wife to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028910 | Antigonus EMILIA, a lady attending on the Queen MOPSA, shepherdess DORCAS, shepherdess Other Ladies, attending on the Queen Lords, Ladies, and Attendants; Satyrs for a Dance; Shepherds, Shepherdesses, Guards, &c. TIME, as Chorus Scene: Sometimes in Sicilia; sometimes in Bohemia. ACT I SCENE I. Sicilia. An Antechamber in Leontes Palace. Enter Camillo and Archidamus. ARCHIDAMUS. If you shall chance, Camillo, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028911 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028912 | justified in our loves. For indeed, CAMILLO. Beseech you ARCHIDAMUS. Verily, I speak it in the freedom of my knowledge. We cannot with such magnificencein so rareI 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028913 | deal too dear for whats 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028914 | and royal necessities made separation of their society, their encounters, though not personal, have been royally attorneyed with interchange of gifts, letters, loving embassies, that they have seemed to be together, though absent; shook hands, as over a vast; and embraced as it were from the ends of opposed winds. The heavens continue their loves! ARCHIDAMUS. I think there is | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028915 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028916 | 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. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028917 | [_Exeunt._] SCENE II. The same. A Room of State in the Palace. Enter Leontes, Polixenes, Hermione, Mamillius, Camillo and Attendants. POLIXENES. Nine changes of the watery star hath been The shepherds note since we have left our throne Without a burden. Time as long again Would be filld up, my brother, with our thanks; And yet we should, for perpetuity, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028918 | Go hence in debt: and therefore, like a cipher, Yet standing in rich place, I multiply With one we thank you many thousands more That go before it. LEONTES. Stay your thanks a while, And pay them when you part. POLIXENES. Sir, thats tomorrow. I am questiond by my fears, of what may chance Or breed upon our absence; that | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028919 | may blow No sneaping winds at home, to make us say This is put forth too truly. Besides, I have stayd To tire your royalty. LEONTES. We are tougher, brother, Than you can put us to t. POLIXENES. No longer stay. LEONTES. One sevenight longer. POLIXENES. Very sooth, tomorrow. LEONTES. Well part the time between s then: and in that | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028920 | Ill no gainsaying. POLIXENES. Press me not, beseech you, so, There is no tongue that moves, none, none i th 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028921 | to me; my stay To you a charge and trouble: to save both, Farewell, our brother. LEONTES. Tongue-tied, our queen? Speak you. HERMIONE. I had thought, sir, to have held my peace until You had drawn oaths from him not to stay. You, sir, Charge him too coldly. Tell him you are sure All in Bohemias well: this satisfaction The | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028922 | by-gone day proclaimed. Say this to him, Hes 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, Well thwack him hence with distaffs. [_To Polixenes._] Yet of your royal | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028923 | presence Ill adventure The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia You take my lord, Ill give him my commission To let him there a month behind the gest Prefixd fors parting:yet, good deed, Leontes, I love thee not a jar of th clock behind What lady she her lord. Youll stay? POLIXENES. No, madam. HERMIONE. Nay, but you will? | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028924 | POLIXENES. I may not, verily. HERMIONE. Verily! You put me off with limber vows; but I, Though you would seek t unsphere the stars with oaths, Should yet say Sir, no going. Verily, You shall not go. A ladys verily is As potent as a lords. Will go yet? Force me to keep you as a prisoner, Not like a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028925 | guest: so you shall pay your fees When you depart, and save your thanks. How say you? My prisoner or my guest? By your dread verily, One of them you shall be. 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028926 | then, But your kind hostess. Come, Ill question you Of my lords 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 tomorrow as today, And to be boy eternal. HERMIONE. Was not my lord The verier wag o th | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028927 | two? POLIXENES. We were as twinnd lambs that did frisk i th sun And bleat the one at th other. What we changd Was innocence for innocence; we knew not The doctrine of ill-doing, nor dreamd That any did. Had we pursud that life, And our weak spirits neer been higher reard With stronger blood, we should have answerd heaven | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028928 | Boldly Not guilty, the imposition cleard Hereditary ours. HERMIONE. By this we gather You have trippd since. POLIXENES. O my most sacred lady, Temptations have since then been born to s! for In those unfledgd days was my wife a girl; Your precious self had then not crossd the eyes Of my young play-fellow. HERMIONE. Grace to boot! Of this | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028929 | make no conclusion, lest you say Your queen and I are devils. Yet go on; Th offences we have made you do well answer, If you first sinnd with us, and that with us You did continue fault, and that you slippd not With any but with us. LEONTES. Is he won yet? HERMIONE. Hell stay, my lord. LEONTES. At | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028930 | my request he would not. Hermione, my dearest, thou never spokst To better purpose. HERMIONE. Never? LEONTES. Never but once. HERMIONE. What! have I twice said well? when wast 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028931 | our wages. You may ride s With one soft kiss a thousand furlongs ere With spur we heat an acre. But to th goal: My last good deed was to entreat his stay. What was my first? It has an elder sister, Or I mistake you: O, would her name were Grace! But once before I spoke to the purposewhen? | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028932 | Nay, let me havet; I long. LEONTES. Why, that was when Three crabbed months had sourd 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 th purpose twice. The one for | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028933 | ever earnd a royal husband; Th other for some while a friend. [_Giving her hand to Polixenes._] LEONTES. [_Aside._] Too hot, too hot! To mingle friendship far is mingling bloods. I have _tremor cordis_ on me. My heart dances, But not for joy,not joy. This entertainment May a free face put on, derive a liberty From heartiness, from bounty, fertile | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028934 | bosom, And well become the agent: t may, I grant: But to be paddling palms and pinching fingers, As now they are, and making practisd smiles As in a looking-glass; and then to sigh, as twere The mort o th deer. O, that is entertainment My bosom likes not, nor my brows. Mamillius, Art thou my boy? MAMILLIUS. Ay, my | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028935 | good lord. LEONTES. I fecks! Why, thats my bawcock. What! hast smutchd 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 calld neat.Still virginalling Upon his palm?How now, you wanton calf! Art thou my calf? MAMILLIUS. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028936 | Yes, if you will, my lord. LEONTES. Thou wantst 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 oer-dyd blacks, as wind, as waters, false As dice are to be wishd by one that | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028937 | fixes No bourn twixt his and mine, yet were it true To say this boy were like me. Come, sir page, Look on me with your welkin eye: sweet villain! Most dearst! my collop! Can thy dam?mayt be? Affection! thy intention stabs the centre: Thou dost make possible things not so held, Communicatst with dreams;how can this be? With whats | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028938 | unreal thou coactive art, And fellowst nothing: then tis very credent Thou mayst co-join with something; and thou dost, And that beyond commission, and I find it, And that to the infection of my brains And hardening of my brows. POLIXENES. What means Sicilia? HERMIONE. He something seems unsettled. POLIXENES. How, my lord? What cheer? How ist with you, best | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028939 | brother? HERMIONE. You look As if you held a brow of much distraction: Are you movd, 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 boys face, methoughts I did recoil Twenty-three years, and saw myself unbreechd, In my | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028940 | green velvet coat; my dagger muzzled Lest it should bite its master, and so prove, As ornaments oft do, too dangerous. How like, methought, I then was to this kernel, This squash, this gentleman. Mine honest friend, Will you take eggs for money? MAMILLIUS. No, my lord, Ill fight. LEONTES. You will? Why, happy man be s dole! My brother, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028941 | Are you so fond of your young prince as we Do seem to be of ours? POLIXENES. If at home, sir, Hes all my exercise, my mirth, my matter: Now my sworn friend, and then mine enemy; My parasite, my soldier, statesman, all. He makes a Julys day short as December; And with his varying childness cures in me Thoughts | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028942 | that would thick my blood. LEONTES. So stands this squire Officd with me. We two will walk, my lord, And leave you to your graver steps. Hermione, How thou lovst us show in our brothers welcome; Let what is dear in Sicily be cheap: Next to thyself and my young rover, hes Apparent to my heart. HERMIONE. If you would | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028943 | seek us, We are yours i the garden. Shall s attend you there? LEONTES. To your own bents dispose you: youll be found, Be you beneath the sky. [_Aside._] 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028944 | the boldness of a wife To her allowing husband! [_Exeunt Polixenes, Hermione and Attendants._] Gone already! Inch-thick, knee-deep, oer head and ears a forkd one! Go, play, boy, play. Thy mother plays, and I Play too; but so disgracd a part, whose issue Will hiss me to my grave: contempt and clamour Will be my knell. Go, play, boy, play. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028945 | There have been, Or I am much deceivd, cuckolds ere now; And many a man there is, even at this present, Now while I speak this, holds his wife by th arm, That little thinks she has been sluicd in s absence, And his pond fishd by his next neighbour, by Sir Smile, his neighbour. Nay, theres comfort in t, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028946 | Whiles other men have gates, and those gates opend, As mine, against their will. Should all despair That hath revolted wives, the tenth of mankind Would hang themselves. Physic fort theres none; It is a bawdy planet, that will strike Where tis predominant; and tis powerful, think it, From east, west, north, and south. Be it concluded, No barricado for | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028947 | a belly. Knowt; It will let in and out the enemy With bag and baggage. Many thousand of us Have the disease, and feelt not.How now, boy! MAMILLIUS. I am like you, they say. LEONTES. Why, thats some comfort. What! Camillo there? CAMILLO. Ay, my good lord. LEONTES. Go play, Mamillius; thourt an honest man. [_Exit Mamillius._] Camillo, this great | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028948 | 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? [_Aside._] Theyre here with me already; whispring, rounding, Sicilia is a so-forth. Tis far gone When | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028949 | I shall gust it last.How camet, Camillo, That he did stay? CAMILLO. At the good queens entreaty. LEONTES. At the queens bet: 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, ist, But of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028950 | the finer natures? by some severals Of head-piece extraordinary? lower messes Perchance are to this business purblind? say. 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? Th entreaties of your mistress? | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028951 | Satisfy? Let that suffice. I have trusted thee, Camillo, With all the nearest things to my heart, as well My chamber-counsels, wherein, priest-like, thou Hast cleansd my bosom; I from thee departed Thy penitent reformd. But we have been Deceivd in thy integrity, deceivd In that which seems so. CAMILLO. Be it forbid, my lord! LEONTES. To bide upont: thou | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028952 | art not honest; or, If thou inclinst that way, thou art a coward, Which hoxes honesty behind, restraining From course requird; or else thou must be counted A servant grafted in my serious trust, And therein negligent; or else a fool That seest a game playd home, the rich stake drawn, And takst it all for jest. CAMILLO. My gracious | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028953 | 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 playd the fool, it was my negligence, Not weighing | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028954 | well the end; if ever fearful To do a thing, where I the issue doubted, Whereof the execution did cry out Against the non-performance, twas a fear Which oft affects the wisest: these, my lord, Are such allowd infirmities that honesty Is never free of. But, beseech your Grace, Be plainer with me; let me know my trespass By its | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028955 | own visage: if I then deny it, Tis none of mine. LEONTES. Ha not you seen, Camillo? (But thats past doubt: you have, or your eye-glass Is thicker than a cuckolds 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028956 | slippery? If thou wilt confess, Or else be impudently negative, To have nor eyes nor ears nor thought, then say My wifes a hobby-horse, deserves a name As rank as any flax-wench that puts to Before her troth-plight: sayt and justifyt. CAMILLO. I would not be a stander-by to hear My sovereign mistress clouded so, without My present vengeance taken: | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028957 | 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 laughter with a sigh?a note infallible Of breaking honesty?horsing foot on foot? Skulking in corners? Wishing | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028958 | clocks more swift? Hours, minutes? Noon, midnight? and all eyes Blind with the pin and web but theirs, theirs only, That would unseen be wicked? Is this nothing? Why, then the world and all thats int is nothing, The covering sky is nothing, Bohemia nothing, My wife is nothing, nor nothing have these nothings, If this be nothing. CAMILLO. Good | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028959 | my lord, be curd Of this diseasd 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028960 | once see good and evil, Inclining to them both. Were my wifes 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 her medal, hanging About his neck, Bohemia: who, if I Had servants true about me, that bare eyes To see alike mine | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028961 | 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 benchd and reard to worship, who mayst see Plainly as heaven sees earth and earth sees heaven, How I am galled,mightst bespice a cup, To give mine enemy a lasting wink; Which draught | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028962 | to me were cordial. CAMILLO. Sir, my lord, I could do this, and that with no rash potion, But with a lingring 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 lovd thee, LEONTES. Make that thy question, and go rot! Dost think | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028963 | I am so muddy, so unsettled, To appoint myself in this vexation; sully The purity and whiteness of my sheets, (Which to preserve is sleep, which being spotted Is goads, thorns, nettles, tails of wasps) Give scandal to the blood o th prince, my son, (Who I do think is mine, and love as mine) Without ripe moving tot? Would | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028964 | I do this? Could man so blench? CAMILLO. I must believe you, sir: I do; and will fetch off Bohemia fort; Provided that, when hes removd, your highness Will take again your queen as yours at first, Even for your sons sake, and thereby for sealing The injury of tongues in courts and kingdoms Known and allied to yours. LEONTES. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028965 | Thou dost advise me Even so as I mine own course have set down: Ill give no blemish to her honour, none. CAMILLO. My lord, Go then; and with a countenance as clear As friendship wears at feasts, keep with Bohemia And with your queen. I am his cupbearer. If from me he have wholesome beverage, Account me not your | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028966 | servant. LEONTES. This is all: Dot, and thou hast the one half of my heart; Dot not, thou splittst thine own. CAMILLO. Ill dot, my lord. LEONTES. I will seem friendly, as thou hast advisd me. [_Exit._] CAMILLO. O miserable lady! But, for me, What case stand I in? I must be the poisoner Of good Polixenes, and my ground | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028967 | to dot Is the obedience to a master; one Who, in rebellion with himself, will have All that are his so too. To do this deed, Promotion follows. If I could find example Of thousands that had struck anointed kings And flourishd after, Id not dot. But since Nor brass, nor stone, nor parchment, bears not one, Let villainy itself | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028968 | forsweart. I must Forsake the court: to dot, or no, is certain To me a break-neck. Happy star reign now! Here comes Bohemia. Enter Polixenes. POLIXENES. This is strange. Methinks My favour here begins to warp. Not speak? Good day, Camillo. CAMILLO. Hail, most royal sir! POLIXENES. What is the news i th court? CAMILLO. None rare, my lord. POLIXENES. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028969 | The king hath on him such a countenance As he had lost some province, and a region Lovd as he loves himself. Even now I met him With customary compliment, when he, Wafting his eyes to the contrary, and falling A lip of much contempt, speeds from me, and So leaves me to consider what is breeding That changes thus | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028970 | his manners. CAMILLO. I dare not know, my lord. POLIXENES. How, dare not? Do not? Do you know, and dare not? Be intelligent to me? Tis thereabouts; For, to yourself, what you do know, you must, And cannot say you dare not. Good Camillo, Your changd complexions are to me a mirror Which shows me mine changd too; for I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028971 | must be A party in this alteration, finding Myself thus alterd witht. CAMILLO. There is a sickness Which puts some of us in distemper, but I cannot name the disease, and it is caught Of you that yet are well. POLIXENES. How caught of me? Make me not sighted like the basilisk. I have lookd on thousands who have sped | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028972 | the better By my regard, but killd none so. Camillo, As you are certainly a gentleman, thereto Clerk-like, experiencd, which no less adorns Our gentry than our parents noble names, In whose success we are gentle,I beseech you, If you know aught which does behove my knowledge Thereof to be informd, imprisont not In ignorant concealment. CAMILLO. I may not | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028973 | answer. POLIXENES. A sickness caught of me, and yet I well? I must be answerd. Dost thou hear, Camillo, I conjure thee, by all the parts of man Which honour does acknowledge, whereof the least Is not this suit of mine, that thou declare What incidency thou dost guess of harm Is creeping toward me; how far off, how near; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028974 | Which way to be prevented, if to be; If not, how best to bear it. CAMILLO. Sir, I will tell you; Since I am chargd in honour, and by him That I think honourable. Therefore mark my counsel, Which must be evn as swiftly followd as I mean to utter it, or both yourself and me Cry lost, and so | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028975 | goodnight! POLIXENES. On, good Camillo. CAMILLO. I am appointed him to murder you. POLIXENES. By whom, Camillo? CAMILLO. By the king. POLIXENES. For what? CAMILLO. He thinks, nay, with all confidence he swears, As he had seent or been an instrument To vice you tot, that you have touchd his queen Forbiddenly. POLIXENES. O, then my best blood turn To | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028976 | an infected jelly, and my name Be yokd with his that did betray the Best! Turn then my freshest reputation to A savour that may strike the dullest nostril Where I arrive, and my approach be shunnd, Nay, hated too, worse than the greatst infection That eer was heard or read! CAMILLO. Swear his thought over By each particular star | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028977 | in heaven and By all their influences, you may as well Forbid the sea for to obey the moon As or by oath remove or counsel shake The fabric of his folly, whose foundation Is pild upon his faith, and will continue The standing of his body. POLIXENES. How should this grow? CAMILLO. I know not: but I am sure | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028978 | tis safer to Avoid whats grown than question how tis born. If therefore you dare trust my honesty, That lies enclosed in this trunk, which you Shall bear along impawnd, away tonight. Your followers I will whisper to the business, And will by twos and threes, at several posterns, Clear them o th city. For myself, Ill put My fortunes | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028979 | to your service, which are here By this discovery lost. Be not uncertain, For, by the honour of my parents, I Have utterd truth: which if you seek to prove, I dare not stand by; nor shall you be safer Than one condemned by the kings own mouth, Thereon his execution sworn. POLIXENES. I do believe thee. I saw his | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028980 | heart in s face. Give me thy hand, Be pilot to me, and thy places shall Still neighbour mine. My ships are ready, and My people did expect my hence departure Two days ago. This jealousy Is for a precious creature: as shes rare, Must it be great; and, as his persons mighty, Must it be violent; and as he | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028981 | does conceive He is dishonourd by a man which ever Professd to him, why, his revenges must In that be made more bitter. Fear oershades me. Good expedition be my friend, and comfort The gracious queen, part of his theme, but nothing Of his ill-taen suspicion! Come, Camillo, I will respect thee as a father if Thou bearst my life | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028982 | off hence. Let us avoid. CAMILLO. It is in mine authority to command The keys of all the posterns: please your highness To take the urgent hour. Come, sir, away. [_Exeunt._] ACT II SCENE I. Sicilia. A Room in the Palace. Enter Hermione, Mamillius and Ladies. HERMIONE. Take the boy to you: he so troubles me, Tis past enduring. FIRST | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028983 | LADY. Come, my gracious lord, Shall I be your playfellow? MAMILLIUS. No, Ill none of you. FIRST LADY. Why, my sweet lord? MAMILLIUS. Youll kiss me hard, and speak to me as if I were a baby still. I love you better. SECOND LADY. And why so, my lord? MAMILLIUS. Not for because Your brows are blacker; yet black brows, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028984 | they say, Become some women best, so that there be not Too much hair there, but in a semicircle Or a half-moon made with a pen. SECOND LADY. Who taught this? MAMILLIUS. I learnd it out of womens faces. Pray now, What colour are your eyebrows? FIRST LADY. Blue, my lord. MAMILLIUS. Nay, thats a mock. I have seen a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028985 | ladys nose That has been blue, but not her eyebrows. FIRST LADY. Hark ye, The queen your mother rounds apace. We shall Present our services to a fine new prince One of these days, and then youd wanton with us, If we would have you. SECOND LADY. She is spread of late Into a goodly bulk: good time encounter her! | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028986 | HERMIONE. What wisdom stirs amongst you? Come, sir, now I am for you again. Pray you sit by us, And tell s a tale. MAMILLIUS. Merry or sad shallt be? HERMIONE. As merry as you will. MAMILLIUS. A sad tales best for winter. I have one Of sprites and goblins. HERMIONE. Lets have that, good sir. Come on, sit down. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028987 | Come on, and do your best To fright me with your sprites: youre powerful at it. MAMILLIUS. There was a man, HERMIONE. Nay, come, sit down, then on. MAMILLIUS. Dwelt by a churchyard. I will tell it softly, Yond crickets shall not hear it. HERMIONE. Come on then, And givet me in mine ear. Enter Leontes, Antigonus, Lords and Guards. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028988 | LEONTES. Was he met there? his train? Camillo with him? FIRST LORD. Behind the tuft of pines I met them, never Saw I men scour so on their way: I eyd them Even to their ships. LEONTES. How blest am I In my just censure, in my true opinion! Alack, for lesser knowledge! How accursd In being so blest! There | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028989 | may be in the cup A spider steepd, and one may drink, depart, And yet partake no venom, for his knowledge Is not infected; but if one present Th abhorrd ingredient to his eye, make known How he hath drunk, he cracks his gorge, his sides, With violent hefts. I have drunk, and seen the spider. Camillo was his help | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028990 | in this, his pander. There is a plot against my life, my crown; Alls true that is mistrusted. That false villain Whom I employd, was pre-employd by him. He has discoverd my design, and I Remain a pinchd thing; yea, a very trick For them to play at will. How came the posterns So easily open? FIRST LORD. By his | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028991 | great authority, Which often hath no less prevaild than so On your command. LEONTES. I knowt too well. Give me the boy. I am glad you did not nurse him. Though he does bear some signs of me, yet you Have too much blood in him. HERMIONE. What is this? sport? LEONTES. Bear the boy hence, he shall not come | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028992 | about her, Away with him, and let her sport herself With that shes big with; for tis Polixenes Has made thee swell thus. [_Exit Mamillius with some of the Guards._] HERMIONE. But Id say he had not, And Ill be sworn you would believe my saying, Howeer you learn th nayward. LEONTES. You, my lords, Look on her, mark her | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028993 | well. Be but about To say, she is a goodly lady, and The justice of your hearts will thereto add Tis pity shes not honest, honourable: Praise her but for this her without-door form, Which on my faith deserves high speech, and straight The shrug, the hum or ha, these petty brands That calumny doth useO, I am out, That | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028994 | mercy does; for calumny will sear Virtue itselfthese shrugs, these hums, and has, When you have said shes goodly, come between, Ere you can say shes honest: but be it known, From him that has most cause to grieve it should be, Shes an adultress! HERMIONE. Should a villain say so, The most replenishd villain in the world, He were | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028995 | as much more villain: you, my lord, Do but mistake. LEONTES. You have mistook, my lady, Polixenes for Leontes. O thou thing, Which Ill not call a creature of thy place, Lest barbarism, making me the precedent, Should a like language use to all degrees, And mannerly distinguishment leave out Betwixt the prince and beggar. I have said Shes an | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028996 | adultress; I have said with whom: More, shes a traitor, and Camillo is A federary with her; and one that knows What she should shame to know herself But with her most vile principal, that shes A bed-swerver, even as bad as those That vulgars give boldst titles; ay, and privy To this their late escape. HERMIONE. No, by my | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028997 | life, Privy to none of this. How will this grieve you, When you shall come to clearer knowledge, that You thus have publishd me! Gentle my lord, You scarce can right me throughly then, to say You did mistake. LEONTES. No. If I mistake In those foundations which I build upon, The centre is not big enough to bear A | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028998 | school-boys top. Away with her to prison! He who shall speak for her is afar off guilty But that he speaks. HERMIONE. Theres some ill planet reigns: I must be patient till the heavens look With an aspect more favourable. Good my lords, I am not prone to weeping, as our sex Commonly are; the want of which vain dew | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000028999 | Perchance shall dry your pities. But I have That honourable grief lodgd here which burns Worse than tears drown: beseech you all, my lords, With thoughts so qualified as your charities Shall best instruct you, measure me; and so The kings will be performd. LEONTES. Shall I be heard? HERMIONE. Who ist that goes with me? Beseech your highness My | 60 | gutenberg |
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