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twg_000000029200 | Deucalion off. Mark thou my words. Follow us to the court. Thou churl, for this time, Though full of our displeasure, yet we free thee From the dead blow of it. And you, enchantment, Worthy enough a herdsman; yea, him too That makes himself, but for our honour therein, Unworthy thee. If ever henceforth thou These rural latches to his | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029201 | entrance open, Or hoop his body more with thy embraces, I will devise a death as cruel for thee As thou art tender to t. [_Exit._] PERDITA. Even here undone. I was not much afeard, for once or twice I was about to speak, and tell him plainly The selfsame sun that shines upon his court Hides not his visage | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029202 | from our cottage, but Looks on alike. [_To Florizel._] Willt please you, sir, be gone? I told you what would come of this. Beseech you, Of your own state take care. This dream of mine Being now awake, Ill queen it no inch farther, But milk my ewes, and weep. CAMILLO. Why, how now, father! Speak ere thou diest. SHEPHERD. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029203 | I cannot speak, nor think, Nor dare to know that which I know. O sir, You have undone a man of fourscore three, That thought to fill his grave in quiet; yea, To die upon the bed my father died, To lie close by his honest bones; but now Some hangman must put on my shroud and lay me Where | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029204 | no priest shovels in dust. O cursed wretch, That knewst this was the prince, and wouldst adventure To mingle faith with him! Undone, undone! If I might die within this hour, I have livd To die when I desire. [_Exit._] FLORIZEL. Why look you so upon me? I am but sorry, not afeard; delayd, But nothing altred: what I was, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029205 | I am: More straining on for plucking back; not following My leash unwillingly. CAMILLO. Gracious my lord, You know your fathers temper: at this time He will allow no speech (which I do guess You do not purpose to him) and as hardly Will he endure your sight as yet, I fear: Then, till the fury of his highness settle, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029206 | Come not before him. FLORIZEL. I not purpose it. I think Camillo? CAMILLO. Even he, my lord. PERDITA. How often have I told you twould be thus! How often said my dignity would last But till twere known! FLORIZEL. It cannot fail but by The violation of my faith; and then Let nature crush the sides o th earth together | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029207 | And mar the seeds within! Lift up thy looks. From my succession wipe me, father; I Am heir to my affection. CAMILLO. Be advisd. FLORIZEL. I am, and by my fancy. If my reason Will thereto be obedient, I have reason; If not, my senses, better pleasd with madness, Do bid it welcome. CAMILLO. This is desperate, sir. FLORIZEL. So | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029208 | call it: but it does fulfil my vow. I needs must think it honesty. Camillo, Not for Bohemia, nor the pomp that may Be thereat gleand; for all the sun sees or The close earth wombs, or the profound seas hides In unknown fathoms, will I break my oath To this my fair belovd. Therefore, I pray you, As you | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029209 | have ever been my fathers honourd friend, When he shall miss me,as, in faith, I mean not To see him any more,cast your good counsels Upon his passion: let myself and fortune Tug for the time to come. This you may know, And so deliver, I am put to sea With her whom here I cannot hold on shore; And, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029210 | most opportune to her need, I have A vessel rides fast by, but not prepard For this design. What course I mean to hold Shall nothing benefit your knowledge, nor Concern me the reporting. CAMILLO. O my lord, I would your spirit were easier for advice, Or stronger for your need. FLORIZEL. Hark, Perdita. [_Takes her aside._] [_To Camillo._] Ill | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029211 | hear you by and by. CAMILLO. Hes irremovable, Resolvd for flight. Now were I happy if His going I could frame to serve my turn, Save him from danger, do him love and honour, Purchase the sight again of dear Sicilia And that unhappy king, my master, whom I so much thirst to see. FLORIZEL. Now, good Camillo, I am | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029212 | so fraught with curious business that I leave out ceremony. CAMILLO. Sir, I think You have heard of my poor services, i th love That I have borne your father? FLORIZEL. Very nobly Have you deservd: it is my fathers music To speak your deeds, not little of his care To have them recompensd as thought on. CAMILLO. Well, my | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029213 | lord, If you may please to think I love the king, And, through him, whats nearest to him, which is Your gracious self, embrace but my direction, If your more ponderous and settled project May suffer alteration. On mine honour, Ill point you where you shall have such receiving As shall become your highness; where you may Enjoy your mistress; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029214 | from the whom, I see, Theres no disjunction to be made, but by, As heavens forfend, your ruin. Marry her, And with my best endeavours in your absence Your discontenting father strive to qualify And bring him up to liking. FLORIZEL. How, Camillo, May this, almost a miracle, be done? That I may call thee something more than man, And | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029215 | after that trust to thee. CAMILLO. Have you thought on A place whereto youll go? FLORIZEL. Not any yet. But as th unthought-on accident is guilty To what we wildly do, so we profess Ourselves to be the slaves of chance, and flies Of every wind that blows. CAMILLO. Then list to me: This follows, if you will not change | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029216 | your purpose, But undergo this flight, make for Sicilia, And there present yourself and your fair princess, For so, I see, she must be, fore Leontes: She shall be habited as it becomes The partner of your bed. Methinks I see Leontes opening his free arms and weeping His welcomes forth; asks thee, the son, forgiveness, As twere i th | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029217 | fathers person; kisses the hands Of your fresh princess; oer and oer divides him Twixt his unkindness and his kindness. Th one He chides to hell, and bids the other grow Faster than thought or time. FLORIZEL. Worthy Camillo, What colour for my visitation shall I Hold up before him? CAMILLO. Sent by the king your father To greet him | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029218 | and to give him comforts. Sir, The manner of your bearing towards him, with What you (as from your father) shall deliver, Things known betwixt us three, Ill write you down, The which shall point you forth at every sitting What you must say; that he shall not perceive But that you have your fathers bosom there And speak his | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029219 | very heart. FLORIZEL. I am bound to you: There is some sap in this. CAMILLO. A course more promising Than a wild dedication of yourselves To unpathd waters, undreamd shores, most certain To miseries enough: no hope to help you, But as you shake off one to take another: Nothing so certain as your anchors, who Do their best office | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029220 | if they can but stay you Where youll be loath to be. Besides, you know Prosperitys the very bond of love, Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together Affliction alters. PERDITA. One of these is true: I think affliction may subdue the cheek, But not take in the mind. CAMILLO. Yea, say you so? There shall not at your fathers | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029221 | house, these seven years Be born another such. FLORIZEL. My good Camillo, She is as forward of her breeding as She is i th rear our birth. CAMILLO. I cannot say tis pity She lacks instructions, for she seems a mistress To most that teach. PERDITA. Your pardon, sir; for this Ill blush you thanks. FLORIZEL. My prettiest Perdita! But, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029222 | O, the thorns we stand upon! Camillo, Preserver of my father, now of me, The medicine of our house, how shall we do? We are not furnishd like Bohemias son, Nor shall appear in Sicilia. CAMILLO. My lord, Fear none of this. I think you know my fortunes Do all lie there: it shall be so my care To have | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029223 | you royally appointed as if The scene you play were mine. For instance, sir, That you may know you shall not want,one word. [_They talk aside._] Enter Autolycus. AUTOLYCUS. Ha, ha! what a fool Honesty is! and Trust, his sworn brother, a very simple gentleman! I have sold all my trumpery. Not a counterfeit stone, not a ribbon, glass, pomander, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029224 | brooch, table-book, ballad, knife, tape, glove, shoe-tie, bracelet, horn-ring, to keep my pack from fasting. They throng who should buy first, as if my trinkets had been hallowed and brought a benediction to the buyer: by which means I saw whose purse was best in picture; and what I saw, to my good use I remembered. My clown (who wants | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029225 | but something to be a reasonable man) grew so in love with the wenches song that he would not stir his pettitoes till he had both tune and words; which so drew the rest of the herd to me that all their other senses stuck in ears: you might have pinched a placket, it was senseless; twas nothing to geld | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029226 | a codpiece of a purse; I would have filed keys off that hung in chains: no hearing, no feeling, but my sirs song, and admiring the nothing of it. So that in this time of lethargy I picked and cut most of their festival purses; and had not the old man come in with a whoobub against his daughter and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029227 | the kings son, and scared my choughs from the chaff, I had not left a purse alive in the whole army. Camillo, Florizel and Perdita come forward. CAMILLO. Nay, but my letters, by this means being there So soon as you arrive, shall clear that doubt. FLORIZEL. And those that youll procure from king Leontes? CAMILLO. Shall satisfy your father. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029228 | PERDITA. Happy be you! All that you speak shows fair. CAMILLO. [_Seeing Autolycus._] Who have we here? Well make an instrument of this; omit Nothing may give us aid. AUTOLYCUS. [_Aside._] If they have overheard me now,why, hanging. CAMILLO. How now, good fellow! why shakest thou so? Fear not, man; heres no harm intended to thee. AUTOLYCUS. I am a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029229 | poor fellow, sir. CAMILLO. Why, be so still; heres nobody will steal that from thee: yet, for the outside of thy poverty we must make an exchange; therefore discase thee instantly,thou must think theres a necessity intand change garments with this gentleman: though the pennyworth on his side be the worst, yet hold thee, theres some boot. [_Giving money._] AUTOLYCUS. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029230 | I am a poor fellow, sir: [_Aside._] I know ye well enough. CAMILLO. Nay, prithee dispatch: the gentleman is half flayed already. AUTOLYCUS. Are you in earnest, sir? [_Aside._] I smell the trick ont. FLORIZEL. Dispatch, I prithee. AUTOLYCUS. Indeed, I have had earnest; but I cannot with conscience take it. CAMILLO. Unbuckle, unbuckle. [_Florizel and Autolycus exchange garments._] Fortunate | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029231 | mistress,let my prophecy Come home to you!you must retire yourself Into some covert. Take your sweethearts hat And pluck it oer your brows, muffle your face, Dismantle you; and, as you can, disliken The truth of your own seeming; that you may (For I do fear eyes over) to shipboard Get undescried. PERDITA. I see the play so lies That | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029232 | I must bear a part. CAMILLO. No remedy. Have you done there? FLORIZEL. Should I now meet my father, He would not call me son. CAMILLO. Nay, you shall have no hat. [_Giving it to Perdita._] Come, lady, come. Farewell, my friend. AUTOLYCUS. Adieu, sir. FLORIZEL. O Perdita, what have we twain forgot? Pray you a word. [_They converse apart._] | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029233 | CAMILLO. [_Aside._] What I do next, shall be to tell the king Of this escape, and whither they are bound; Wherein my hope is I shall so prevail To force him after: in whose company I shall re-view Sicilia; for whose sight I have a womans longing. FLORIZEL. Fortune speed us! Thus we set on, Camillo, to the sea-side. CAMILLO. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029234 | The swifter speed the better. [_Exeunt Florizel, Perdita and Camillo._] AUTOLYCUS. I understand the business, I hear it. To have an open ear, a quick eye, and a nimble hand, is necessary for a cut-purse; a good nose is requisite also, to smell out work for the other senses. I see this is the time that the unjust man doth | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029235 | thrive. What an exchange had this been without boot! What a boot is here with this exchange! Sure the gods do this year connive at us, and we may do anything extempore. The prince himself is about a piece of iniquity, stealing away from his father with his clog at his heels: if I thought it were a piece of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029236 | honesty to acquaint the king withal, I would not dot: I hold it the more knavery to conceal it; and therein am I constant to my profession. Enter Clown and Shepherd. Aside, aside; here is more matter for a hot brain: every lanes end, every shop, church, session, hanging, yields a careful man work. CLOWN. See, see; what a man | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029237 | you are now! There is no other way but to tell the king shes a changeling, and none of your flesh and blood. SHEPHERD. Nay, but hear me. CLOWN. Nay, but hear me. SHEPHERD. Go to, then. CLOWN. She being none of your flesh and blood, your flesh and blood has not offended the king; and so your flesh and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029238 | blood is not to be punished by him. Show those things you found about her, those secret things, all but what she has with her: this being done, let the law go whistle, I warrant you. SHEPHERD. I will tell the king all, every word, yea, and his sons pranks too; who, I may say, is no honest man neither | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029239 | to his father nor to me, to go about to make me the kings brother-in-law. CLOWN. Indeed, brother-in-law was the farthest off you could have been to him, and then your blood had been the dearer by I know how much an ounce. AUTOLYCUS. [_Aside._] Very wisely, puppies! SHEPHERD. Well, let us to the king: there is that in this | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029240 | fardel will make him scratch his beard. AUTOLYCUS. [_Aside._] I know not what impediment this complaint may be to the flight of my master. CLOWN. Pray heartily he be at palace. AUTOLYCUS. [_Aside._] Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance. Let me pocket up my pedlars excrement. [_Takes off his false beard._] How now, rustics! | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029241 | whither are you bound? SHEPHERD. To the palace, an it like your worship. AUTOLYCUS. Your affairs there, what, with whom, the condition of that fardel, the place of your dwelling, your names, your ages, of what having, breeding, and anything that is fitting to be known? discover! CLOWN. We are but plain fellows, sir. AUTOLYCUS. A lie; you are rough | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029242 | and hairy. Let me have no lying. It becomes none but tradesmen, and they often give us soldiers the lie; but we pay them for it with stamped coin, not stabbing steel; therefore they do not give us the lie. CLOWN. Your worship had like to have given us one, if you had not taken yourself with the manner. SHEPHERD. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029243 | Are you a courtier, an t like you, sir? AUTOLYCUS. Whether it like me or no, I am a courtier. Seest thou not the air of the court in these enfoldings? hath not my gait in it the measure of the court? receives not thy nose court-odour from me? reflect I not on thy baseness court-contempt? Thinkst thou, for that | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029244 | I insinuate, or toaze from thee thy business, I am therefore no courtier? I am courtier _cap-a-pe_, and one that will either push on or pluck back thy business there. Whereupon I command thee to open thy affair. SHEPHERD. My business, sir, is to the king. AUTOLYCUS. What advocate hast thou to him? SHEPHERD. I know not, an t like | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029245 | you. CLOWN. Advocates the court-word for a pheasant. Say you have none. SHEPHERD. None, sir; I have no pheasant, cock nor hen. AUTOLYCUS. How blessd are we that are not simple men! Yet nature might have made me as these are, Therefore I will not disdain. CLOWN. This cannot be but a great courtier. SHEPHERD. His garments are rich, but | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029246 | he wears them not handsomely. CLOWN. He seems to be the more noble in being fantastical: a great man, Ill warrant; I know by the picking ons teeth. AUTOLYCUS. The fardel there? Whats i th fardel? Wherefore that box? SHEPHERD. Sir, there lies such secrets in this fardel and box which none must know but the king; and which he | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029247 | shall know within this hour, if I may come to th speech of him. AUTOLYCUS. Age, thou hast lost thy labour. SHEPHERD. Why, sir? AUTOLYCUS. The king is not at the palace; he is gone aboard a new ship to purge melancholy and air himself: for, if thou beest capable of things serious, thou must know the king is full | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029248 | of grief. SHEPHERD. So tis said, sir; about his son, that should have married a shepherds daughter. AUTOLYCUS. If that shepherd be not in hand-fast, let him fly. The curses he shall have, the tortures he shall feel, will break the back of man, the heart of monster. CLOWN. Think you so, sir? AUTOLYCUS. Not he alone shall suffer what | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029249 | wit can make heavy and vengeance bitter; but those that are germane to him, though removed fifty times, shall all come under the hangman: which, though it be great pity, yet it is necessary. An old sheep-whistling rogue, a ram-tender, to offer to have his daughter come into grace! Some say he shall be stoned; but that death is too | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029250 | soft for him, say I. Draw our throne into a sheepcote! All deaths are too few, the sharpest too easy. CLOWN. Has the old man eer a son, sir, do you hear, an t like you, sir? AUTOLYCUS. He has a son, who shall be flayed alive; then nointed over with honey, set on the head of a wasps nest; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029251 | then stand till he be three quarters and a dram dead; then recovered again with aqua-vit or some other hot infusion; then, raw as he is, and in the hottest day prognostication proclaims, shall he be set against a brick wall, the sun looking with a southward eye upon him, where he is to behold him with flies blown to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029252 | death. But what talk we of these traitorly rascals, whose miseries are to be smiled at, their offences being so capital? Tell me (for you seem to be honest plain men) what you have to the king. Being something gently considered, Ill bring you where he is aboard, tender your persons to his presence, whisper him in your behalfs; and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029253 | if it be in man besides the king to effect your suits, here is man shall do it. CLOWN. He seems to be of great authority: close with him, give him gold; and though authority be a stubborn bear, yet he is oft led by the nose with gold: show the inside of your purse to the outside of his | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029254 | hand, and no more ado. Remember: stond and flayed alive. SHEPHERD. An t please you, sir, to undertake the business for us, here is that gold I have. Ill make it as much more, and leave this young man in pawn till I bring it you. AUTOLYCUS. After I have done what I promised? SHEPHERD. Ay, sir. AUTOLYCUS. Well, give | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029255 | me the moiety. Are you a party in this business? CLOWN. In some sort, sir: but though my case be a pitiful one, I hope I shall not be flayed out of it. AUTOLYCUS. O, thats the case of the shepherds son. Hang him, hell be made an example. CLOWN. Comfort, good comfort! We must to the king and show | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029256 | our strange sights. He must know tis none of your daughter nor my sister; we are gone else. Sir, I will give you as much as this old man does when the business is performed, and remain, as he says, your pawn till it be brought you. AUTOLYCUS. I will trust you. Walk before toward the sea-side; go on the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029257 | right-hand. I will but look upon the hedge, and follow you. CLOWN. We are blessed in this man, as I may say, even blessed. SHEPHERD. Lets before, as he bids us. He was provided to do us good. [_Exeunt Shepherd and Clown._] AUTOLYCUS. If I had a mind to be honest, I see Fortune would not suffer me: she drops | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029258 | booties in my mouth. I am courted now with a double occasion: gold, and a means to do the prince my master good; which who knows how that may turn back to my advancement? I will bring these two moles, these blind ones, aboard him. If he think it fit to shore them again and that the complaint they have | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029259 | to the king concerns him nothing, let him call me rogue for being so far officious; for I am proof against that title and what shame else belongs to t. To him will I present them. There may be matter in it. [_Exit._] ACT V SCENE I. Sicilia. A Room in the palace of Leontes. Enter Leontes, Cleomenes, Dion, Paulina | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029260 | and others. CLEOMENES Sir, you have done enough, and have performd A saint-like sorrow: no fault could you make Which you have not redeemd; indeed, paid down More penitence than done trespass: at the last, Do as the heavens have done, forget your evil; With them, forgive yourself. LEONTES. Whilst I remember Her and her virtues, I cannot forget My | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029261 | blemishes in them; and so still think of The wrong I did myself: which was so much That heirless it hath made my kingdom, and Destroyd the sweetst companion that eer man Bred his hopes out of. PAULINA. True, too true, my lord. If, one by one, you wedded all the world, Or from the all that are took something | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029262 | good, To make a perfect woman, she you killd Would be unparalleld. LEONTES. I think so. Killd! She I killd! I did so: but thou strikst me Sorely, to say I did: it is as bitter Upon thy tongue as in my thought. Now, good now, Say so but seldom. CLEOMENES Not at all, good lady. You might have spoken | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029263 | a thousand things that would Have done the time more benefit and gracd Your kindness better. PAULINA. You are one of those Would have him wed again. DION. If you would not so, You pity not the state, nor the remembrance Of his most sovereign name; consider little What dangers, by his highness fail of issue, May drop upon his | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029264 | kingdom, and devour Incertain lookers-on. What were more holy Than to rejoice the former queen is well? What holier than, for royaltys repair, For present comfort, and for future good, To bless the bed of majesty again With a sweet fellow to t? PAULINA. There is none worthy, Respecting her thats gone. Besides, the gods Will have fulfilld their secret | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029265 | purposes; For has not the divine Apollo said, Is t not the tenor of his oracle, That king Leontes shall not have an heir Till his lost child be found? Which that it shall, Is all as monstrous to our human reason As my Antigonus to break his grave And come again to me; who, on my life, Did perish | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029266 | with the infant. Tis your counsel My lord should to the heavens be contrary, Oppose against their wills. [_To Leontes._] Care not for issue; The crown will find an heir. Great Alexander Left his to th worthiest; so his successor Was like to be the best. LEONTES. Good Paulina, Who hast the memory of Hermione, I know, in honour, O | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029267 | that ever I Had squard me to thy counsel! Then, even now, I might have lookd upon my queens full eyes, Have taken treasure from her lips, PAULINA. And left them More rich for what they yielded. LEONTES. Thou speakst truth. No more such wives; therefore, no wife: one worse, And better usd, would make her sainted spirit Again possess | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029268 | her corpse, and on this stage, (Where we offenders now appear) soul-vexed, And begin Why to me? PAULINA. Had she such power, She had just cause. LEONTES. She had; and would incense me To murder her I married. PAULINA. I should so. Were I the ghost that walkd, Id bid you mark Her eye, and tell me for what dull | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029269 | part in t You chose her: then Id shriek, that even your ears Should rift to hear me; and the words that followd Should be Remember mine. LEONTES. Stars, stars, And all eyes else dead coals! Fear thou no wife; Ill have no wife, Paulina. PAULINA. Will you swear Never to marry but by my free leave? LEONTES. Never, Paulina; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029270 | so be blessd my spirit! PAULINA. Then, good my lords, bear witness to his oath. CLEOMENES You tempt him over-much. PAULINA. Unless another, As like Hermione as is her picture, Affront his eye. CLEOMENES Good madam, PAULINA. I have done. Yet, if my lord will marry,if you will, sir, No remedy but you will,give me the office To choose you | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029271 | a queen: she shall not be so young As was your former, but she shall be such As, walkd your first queens ghost, it should take joy To see her in your arms. LEONTES. My true Paulina, We shall not marry till thou bidst us. PAULINA. That Shall be when your first queens again in breath; Never till then. Enter | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029272 | a Servant. SERVANT. One that gives out himself Prince Florizel, Son of Polixenes, with his princess (she The fairest I have yet beheld) desires access To your high presence. LEONTES. What with him? he comes not Like to his fathers greatness: his approach, So out of circumstance and sudden, tells us Tis not a visitation framd, but forcd By need | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029273 | and accident. What train? SERVANT. But few, And those but mean. LEONTES. His princess, say you, with him? SERVANT. Ay, the most peerless piece of earth, I think, That eer the sun shone bright on. PAULINA. O Hermione, As every present time doth boast itself Above a better gone, so must thy grave Give way to whats seen now! Sir, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029274 | you yourself Have said and writ so,but your writing now Is colder than that theme,She had not been, Nor was not to be equalld; thus your verse Flowd with her beauty once; tis shrewdly ebbd, To say you have seen a better. SERVANT. Pardon, madam: The one I have almost forgot,your pardon; The other, when she has obtaind your eye, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029275 | Will have your tongue too. This is a creature, Would she begin a sect, might quench the zeal Of all professors else; make proselytes Of who she but bid follow. PAULINA. How! not women? SERVANT. Women will love her that she is a woman More worth than any man; men, that she is The rarest of all women. LEONTES. Go, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029276 | Cleomenes; Yourself, assisted with your honourd friends, Bring them to our embracement. [_Exeunt Cleomenes and others._] Still, tis strange He thus should steal upon us. PAULINA. Had our prince, Jewel of children, seen this hour, he had paird Well with this lord. There was not full a month Between their births. LEONTES. Prithee no more; cease; Thou knowst He dies | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029277 | to me again when talkd of: sure, When I shall see this gentleman, thy speeches Will bring me to consider that which may Unfurnish me of reason. They are come. Enter Florizel, Perdita, Cleomenes and others. Your mother was most true to wedlock, prince; For she did print your royal father off, Conceiving you. Were I but twenty-one, Your fathers | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029278 | image is so hit in you, His very air, that I should call you brother, As I did him, and speak of something wildly By us performd before. Most dearly welcome! And your fair princess,goddess! O, alas! I lost a couple that twixt heaven and earth Might thus have stood, begetting wonder, as You, gracious couple, do! And then I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029279 | lost, All mine own folly,the society, Amity too, of your brave father, whom, Though bearing misery, I desire my life Once more to look on him. FLORIZEL. By his command Have I here touchd Sicilia, and from him Give you all greetings that a king, at friend, Can send his brother: and, but infirmity, Which waits upon worn times, hath | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029280 | something seizd His wishd ability, he had himself The lands and waters twixt your throne and his Measurd, to look upon you; whom he loves, He bade me say so,more than all the sceptres And those that bear them living. LEONTES. O my brother, Good gentleman!the wrongs I have done thee stir Afresh within me; and these thy offices, So | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029281 | rarely kind, are as interpreters Of my behind-hand slackness! Welcome hither, As is the spring to the earth. And hath he too Exposd this paragon to the fearful usage, At least ungentle, of the dreadful Neptune, To greet a man not worth her pains, much less Th adventure of her person? FLORIZEL. Good, my lord, She came from Libya. LEONTES. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029282 | Where the warlike Smalus, That noble honourd lord, is feard and lovd? FLORIZEL. Most royal sir, from thence; from him, whose daughter His tears proclaimd his, parting with her: thence, A prosperous south-wind friendly, we have crossd, To execute the charge my father gave me For visiting your highness: my best train I have from your Sicilian shores dismissd; Who | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029283 | for Bohemia bend, to signify Not only my success in Libya, sir, But my arrival, and my wifes, in safety Here, where we are. LEONTES. The blessed gods Purge all infection from our air whilst you Do climate here! You have a holy father, A graceful gentleman; against whose person, So sacred as it is, I have done sin, For | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029284 | which the heavens, taking angry note, Have left me issueless. And your fathers blessd, As he from heaven merits it, with you, Worthy his goodness. What might I have been, Might I a son and daughter now have lookd on, Such goodly things as you! Enter a Lord. LORD. Most noble sir, That which I shall report will bear no | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029285 | credit, Were not the proof so nigh. Please you, great sir, Bohemia greets you from himself by me; Desires you to attach his son, who has His dignity and duty both cast off Fled from his father, from his hopes, and with A shepherds daughter. LEONTES. Wheres Bohemia? speak. LORD. Here in your city; I now came from him. I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029286 | speak amazedly, and it becomes My marvel and my message. To your court Whiles he was hastningin the chase, it seems, Of this fair couplemeets he on the way The father of this seeming lady and Her brother, having both their country quitted With this young prince. FLORIZEL. Camillo has betrayd me; Whose honour and whose honesty till now, Endurd | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029287 | all weathers. LORD. Lay t so to his charge. Hes with the king your father. LEONTES. Who? Camillo? LORD. Camillo, sir; I spake with him; who now Has these poor men in question. Never saw I Wretches so quake: they kneel, they kiss the earth; Forswear themselves as often as they speak. Bohemia stops his ears, and threatens them With | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029288 | divers deaths in death. PERDITA. O my poor father! The heaven sets spies upon us, will not have Our contract celebrated. LEONTES. You are married? FLORIZEL. We are not, sir, nor are we like to be. The stars, I see, will kiss the valleys first. The odds for high and lows alike. LEONTES. My lord, Is this the daughter of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029289 | a king? FLORIZEL. She is, When once she is my wife. LEONTES. That once, I see by your good fathers speed, Will come on very slowly. I am sorry, Most sorry, you have broken from his liking, Where you were tied in duty; and as sorry Your choice is not so rich in worth as beauty, That you might well | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029290 | enjoy her. FLORIZEL. Dear, look up: Though Fortune, visible an enemy, Should chase us with my father, power no jot Hath she to change our loves. Beseech you, sir, Remember since you owd no more to time Than I do now: with thought of such affections, Step forth mine advocate. At your request My father will grant precious things as | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029291 | trifles. LEONTES. Would he do so, Id beg your precious mistress, Which he counts but a trifle. PAULINA. Sir, my liege, Your eye hath too much youth in t: not a month Fore your queen died, she was more worth such gazes Than what you look on now. LEONTES. I thought of her Even in these looks I made. [_To | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029292 | Florizel._] But your petition Is yet unanswerd. I will to your father. Your honour not oerthrown by your desires, I am friend to them and you: upon which errand I now go toward him; therefore follow me, And mark what way I make. Come, good my lord. [_Exeunt._] SCENE II. The same. Before the Palace. Enter Autolycus and a Gentleman. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029293 | AUTOLYCUS. Beseech you, sir, were you present at this relation? FIRST GENTLEMAN. I was by at the opening of the fardel, heard the old shepherd deliver the manner how he found it: whereupon, after a little amazedness, we were all commanded out of the chamber; only this, methought I heard the shepherd say he found the child. AUTOLYCUS. I would | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029294 | most gladly know the issue of it. FIRST GENTLEMAN. I make a broken delivery of the business; but the changes I perceived in the king and Camillo were very notes of admiration. They seemed almost, with staring on one another, to tear the cases of their eyes. There was speech in their dumbness, language in their very gesture; they looked | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029295 | as they had heard of a world ransomed, or one destroyed. A notable passion of wonder appeared in them; but the wisest beholder, that knew no more but seeing could not say if th importance were joy or sorrow; but in the extremity of the one, it must needs be. Here comes a gentleman that happily knows more. Enter a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029296 | Gentleman. The news, Rogero? SECOND GENTLEMAN. Nothing but bonfires: the oracle is fulfilled: the kings daughter is found: such a deal of wonder is broken out within this hour that ballad-makers cannot be able to express it. Here comes the Lady Paulinas steward: he can deliver you more. Enter a third Gentleman. How goes it now, sir? This news, which | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029297 | is called true, is so like an old tale that the verity of it is in strong suspicion. Has the king found his heir? THIRD GENTLEMAN. Most true, if ever truth were pregnant by circumstance. That which you hear youll swear you see, there is such unity in the proofs. The mantle of Queen Hermiones, her jewel about the neck | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029298 | of it, the letters of Antigonus found with it, which they know to be his character; the majesty of the creature in resemblance of the mother, the affection of nobleness which nature shows above her breeding, and many other evidences proclaim her with all certainty to be the kings daughter. Did you see the meeting of the two kings? SECOND | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000029299 | GENTLEMAN. No. THIRD GENTLEMAN. Then you have lost a sight which was to be seen, cannot be spoken of. There might you have beheld one joy crown another, so and in such manner that it seemed sorrow wept to take leave of them, for their joy waded in tears. There was casting up of eyes, holding up of hands, with | 60 | gutenberg |
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