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SCENE II. A Room of State in the Palace. Though you would seek to unsphere the stars with

oaths, Enter LEONTES, POLIIENES, HERMIONE, Mamil Should yet say, Sir, no going. Verily, LIUS, CAMILLO, and Attendants.

You shall not go; a lady's verily is Pol. Nine changes of the wat'ry star have been

As potent as a lord's. Will you go yet? The shepherd's note, since we have left our throne

Force me to keep you as a prisoner, Without a burden : time as long again

Not like a guest; so you shall pay your fees, Would be fill'd up, my brother, with our thanks; When you depart, and save your thanks. How say And yet we should for perpetuity,

you? Go hence in debt : And therefore, like a cipher, My prisoner ? or my guest ? by your dread verily, Yet standing in rich place, I multiply,

One of them you shall be. With one we-thank-you, many thousands more


Your guest then, madam : That go before it.

To be your prisoner, should import offending; Leon.

Stay your thanks awhile; Which is for me less easy to commit,
And pay them when you part.

Than you to punish.
Sir, that's to-morrow.


Not your gaoler then, I am question'd by my fears, of what may chance, But your kind hostess. Come, I'll question you Or broed upon our absence: That may blow

Of my lord's tricks, and yours, when you were boys : No sneaping 4 winds at home, to make us say, You were pretty lordlings 7 then.


fair This is put forth too truly! Besides, I have stay'd

queen, To tire your royalty.

Two lads, that thought there was no more behind, Leon. We are tougher, brother,

But such a day tomorrow as to-day,
Than you can put us to't.

And to be boy eternal.
No longer stay.

Her. Was not my lord the verier wag o'the two? Leon. One seven-night longer.

Pol. We were as twinn'd lambs, that did frisk i' Pol.

Very sooth, to-morrow. Leon. We'll part the time between's then : and

And bleat the one at the other : what we chang'd, in that

Was innocence for innocence; we knew not
I'll no gain-saying.

The doctrine of ill-doing, no, nor dream'd
Press me not, 'beseech you so:

That any did : Had we pursued that life,
There is no tongue that moves, none, none i' the

And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rear'd world,

With stronger blood, we should have answer'd

heaven So soon as yours, could win me: so it should now, Were there necessity in your request, although Boldly, Not Guilty: the imposition clear’d, 'Twere needful I denied it. My affairs

Hereditary ours. Do even drag me homeward : which to hinder,


By this we gather, Were, in your love, a whip to me; my stay,

You have tripp'd since. To you a charge, and trouble: to save both,


O my most sacred lady, Farewell, our brother.

Temptations have since then been born to us : for Leon. Tongue-tied, our queen ? speak you.

In those unfledg'd days was my wife a girl ; Her. I had thought, sir, to have held my peace,

Your precious self had then not cross'd the eyes until

Of my young play-fellow. You had drawn oaths from him, not to stay. You,


Grace to boot! sir,

Of this make no conclusion ; lest you say, Charge him too coldly: Tell him, you are sure,

Your queen and I are devils: Yet, go on; All in Bohemia's well: this satisfaction

The offences we have made you do, we'll answer ; The by-gone day proclaim’d; say this to him, If you first sinn'd with us, and that with us He's beat from his best ward.

You did continue fault, and that you slipp'd not Leon.

Well said, Hermione. With any but with us. Her. To tell, he longs to see his son, were strong;


Is he won yet? But let him say so then, and let him go ;

Her. He'll stay, my lord. But let him say so, and he shall not stay,


At my request, he would not. We'll thwack him hence with distaffs.

Hermione, my dearest, thou never spok'st Yet of your royal presence [T. POLIIENES.] I'll To better purpose. adventure


Never ? The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia


Never, but once. You take my lord, I'll give him my commission,

Her. What? have I twice said well ? when was't To let him there a month, behind the gest

before? Prefix'd for his parting : yet, good deeds, Leontes, I pr’ythee, tell me: Cram us with praise, and make us I love thee not a jar o'the clock behind

As fat as tame things: One good deed, dying What lady she her lord. You'll stay?

tongueless, Pol.

No, madam. Slaughters a thousand, waiting upon that. Her. Nay, but you will.

Our praises are our wages : You may ride us, Pol.

I may not, verily.

With one soft kiss, a thousand furlongs, ere Her. Verily!

With spur we heat an acre. But to the goal ; — You put me off with limber vows: But I,

My last good deed was, to entreat his stay;

What was my first ? it has an elder sister, * Nipping.

Or I mistake you: 0, would her name were Grace 5 Gests were the names of the stages where the king appointed to lie, during a royal progress.

i A diminutive of lords

6 Indeed.

But once before I spoke to the purpose: When ? As if you held a brow of much distraction :
Nay, let me have't, I long.

Are you mov'd, my lord ?
Why, that was when Leon.

No, in good earnest. Three crabbed months had sour'd themselves to How sometimes nature will betray its folly, death,

Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, To harder bosoms! Looking on the lines And clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter, Of my boy's face, methoughts, I did recoil I am yours for ever.

Twenty-three years : and saw myself unbreechd, Her.

It is Grace, indeed. - In my green velvet coat; my dagger muzzled, Why, lo you now, I have spoke to the purpose twice: Lest it should bite its master, and so prove, The one for ever earn'd a royal husband;

As ornaments oft do, too dangerous. The other, for some while a friend.

How like, methought, I then was to this kernel, (Giving her hand to POLIXENES. This squash®, this gentleman :- Mine honest friend, Leon.

Too hot, too hot : Aside. Will you take eggs for money ?? To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods. Mam. No, my lord, I'll fight. I have cremor cordis 8 on me: - my heart dances ; Leon. You will ? why, happy man be his dole ! 8 But not for joy, — not joy. - This entertainment

- My brother, May a free face put on: derive a liberty

Are you so fond of your young prince, as we
From heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom, Do seem to be of ours ?
And well become the agent : it may, I grant : Pol.

If at home, sir,
But, as now they are, making practis'd smiles, He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter :
As in a looking-glass ;—and then to sigh, as 'twere Now my sworn friend, and then mine enemy;
The mort o'the deer 9; 0, that is entertainment My parasite, my soldier, statesman, all :
My bosom likes not, nor my brows. — – Mamillius, He makes a July's day short as December ;
Art thou my boy?

And, with his varying childness, cures in me
Мат. .
Ay, my good lord.

Thoughts that would thick my blood.
I'fecks? Leon.

So stands this squire Why that's my bawcock.' What, hast smutch'd Offic'd with me: We two will walk, my lord, thy nose?

And leave you to your graver steps. Hermione, They say, it's a copy out of mine. Come, captain, How thou lov'st us, show in our brother's welcome; We must be neat; not neat, but cleanly, captain : Let what is dear in Sicily be cheap : And yet the steer, the heifer, and the calf,

Next to thyself, and my young rover, he's Are all call’d, neat, - Still virginalling?

Apparent 9 to my heart. [Observing POLIXENES and HERMIONE. Her.

If you would seek us, Upon his palm? -- How now, you wanton calf? We are your's i' the garden : Shall's attend you Art thou my calf?

there? Mam.

Yes, if you will, my lord. Leon. To your own bents dispose you : you'll Leon. Thou want'st a rough pash, and the shoots

be found, that I have,

Be you beneath the sky: – I am angling now, To be full like me : — yet, they say we are Though you perceive me not how I give line. Almost as like as eggs; women say so,

Go to, go to! That will say any thing: but were they false

[Aside. Observing POLIXENES and HERMIONE. As o'er-died blacks, as wind, as waters; false She arms her with the boldness of a wife As dice are to be wish'd, by one that fixes

To her allowing' husband! Gone already. No bourn 'twixt his and mine; yet were it true

(Exeunt POLIXENES, HERMIONE, and To say this boy were like me. — Come, sir page,

Attendants. Look on me with your welkin * eye: Sweet villain ! Go, play, boy, play ; – thy mother plays, and I Most dear'st! my collop!- Can thy dam? — may't Play too; but so disgrac'd a part, whose issue be?

Will hiss me to my grave; contempt and clamour Affection ! thy intention stabs the center:

Will be my knell. — Go, play, boy, play ; – There Thou dost make possible, things not so held,

have been, Communicat'st with dreams ; — (How can this Or I am much deceiv'd, cuckolds ere now; be?)

And many a man there is, even at this present, With what's unreal thou co-active art,

Now, while I speak this, holds his wife by the arm, And fellow'st nothing: Then, 'tis very credent", That little thinks she's false : Should all despair, Thou may'st co-join with something; and thou dost: That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind (And that beyond commission; and I find it,) Would hang themselves; but many a thousand of us And that to the infection of my brains,

Have the disease, and feel't not.— How now, boy? And hardening of my brows.

Mam. I am like you, they say,
What means Sicilia ? Leon.

Why, that's some comfort. Her. He something seems unsettled.

What! Camillo there? Pol.

How, my lord ? Cam. Ay, my good lord. What cheer ? how is't with you, best brother ? Leon. Go play, Mamillius ; thou'rt an honest Her. You look,


Camillo, this great sir will yet stay longer. : Trembling of the heart.

Cam. You had much ado to make his anchor hold : 9 The tune played at the death of the deer. 1 Hearty fellow.

When you cast out, it still came home. ? 1. e. Playing with her fingers, as if on a spinet, 3 Thou wantest a rough head, and the budding horns that 6 Pea-cod.

7 Will you be cajoled ? I have.

# May his lot in life be a happy one! 4 Blue, like the sky,

5 Credible

9 Heir apparent, next claimant. Approving



Didst note it? (For, to a vision so apparent, rumour
Cam. He would not stay at your petitions ; made Cannot be mute,) or thought, (for cogitation
His business more material.

Resides not in that man, that does not think it,) Leon.

Didst perceive it? My wife is slippery? If thou wilt confess, They're here with me already; whispering, round-(Or else be impudently negative, ing ,

To have nor eyes, nor ears, nor thought) then say, Sicilia is a so.forth : 'Tis far gone,

My wife's a woman that deserves a name When I shall gust 3 it last. — How came't, Camillo, Too rank to mention : say it, and justify it. That he did stay ?

Cam. I would not be a stander-by, to hear Cam.

At the good queen's entreaty. My sovereign mistress clouded so, without Leon. At the queen's be't: good should be per- My present vengeance taken: 'Shrew my heart, tinent;

You never spoke what did become you less But so it is, it is not. Was this taken

Than this : which to reiterate, were sin By any understanding pate but thine ?

As deep as that, though true. For thy conceit is soaking, will draw in


Is whispering nothing ? More than the common blocks: - Not noted, is't, Is leaning cheek to cheek ? stopping the career But of the finer natures? by some severals, Of laughter with a sigh? (a note infallible Of head-piece extraordinary? lower messes 4, Of breaking honesty :) wishing clocks more swift? Perchance, are to this business purblind : say. Hours, minutes ? noon, midnight? and all eyes blind Cam. Business, my lord ? I think, most under. With the pin and web o, but theirs, theirs only, stand

That would unseen be wicked ? is this nothing ? Bohemia stays here longer.

Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing; Leon.


The covering sky is nothing ; Bohemia nothing; Cam.

Stays here longer. My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, Leon. Ay, but why?

If this be nothing. Cam. To satisfy your highness, and the entreaties Cam.

Good my lord, be cured of our most gracious mistress.

Of this diseas'd opinion, and betimes ; Leon.


For 'tis most dangerous. The entreaties of your mistress ? — satisfy ?


Say, it be; 'tis true.
Let that suffice. I have trusted thee, Camillo, Cam. No, no, my lord.
With all the nearest things to my heart, as well Leon.

It is; you lie, you lie :
My chamber-councils: wherein, priest-like, thou I say, thou liest, Camillo, and I hate thee;
Hast cleans'd my bosom; I from thee departed Pronounce thee a gross lout, a mindless slave :
Thy penitent reform’d: but we have been

Or else a hovering temporizer, that Deceiv'd in thy integrity, deceiv'd

Canst with thine eyes at once see good and evil, In that which seems so.

Inclining to them both : Were my wife's liver Cam.

Be it forbid, my lord ! Infected as her life, she would not live
Leon. To bide upon't ;—Thou art not honest: or, | The running of one glass.
If thou inclin'st that way, thou art a coward;


Who does infect her ? Which hoxes 5 honesty behind, restraining

Leon. Why he, that wears her like her medal, From course requir’d: Or else thou must be counted

hanging A servant, grafted in my serious trust,

About his neck, Bohemia : Who - if I And therein negligent; or else a fool,

Had servants true about me, that bare eyes That seest a game play'd home, the rich stake To see alike mine honour as their profits, drawn,

Their own particular thrifts, — they would do that And tak’st it all for jest.

Which should undo more doing : Ay, and thou, Cam.

My gracious lord, His cupbearer, whom I from meaner form I may be negligent, foolish, and fearful;

Have bench'd, and rear'd to worship; who may'st In every one of these no man is free, But that his negligence, his folly, fear,

Plainly, as heaven sees earth, and earth sees heaven, Amongst the infinite doings of the world,

How I am galled, - thou.might'st bespice a cup, Sometime puts forth: In your affairs, my lord, To give mine enemy a lasting wink; If ever I were wilful-negligent,

Which draught to me were cordial. It was my folly; if industriously


Sir, my lord, I play'd the fool, it was my negligence,

I could do this : and that with no rash 7 potion, Not weighing well the end; if ever fearful But with a ling’ring dram, that should not work To do a thing, where I the issue doubted,

Maliciously like poison : But I cannot Whereof the execution did cry out

Believe this crack to be in my dread mistress, Against the non-performance, 'twas a fear

So sovereignly being honourable.
Which oft affects the wisest : these, my lord, I have lov'd thee,
Are such allow'd infirmities, that honesty


Make't thy question, and go rot! Is never free of. But, 'beseech your grace, Dost think, I am so muddy, so unsettled, Be plainer with me; let me know my trespass To appoint myself in this vexation ? sully By its own visage : if I then deny it,

The purity and whiteness of my sheets, 'Tis none of mine.

Which to preserve, is sleep; which being spotted, Leon.

Have not you seen, Camillo, Is goads, thorns, nettles, tails of wasps ? (But that's past doubt: you have ; or your eye-glass Give scandal to the blood o’the prince my son, Is thicker than a cuckold's horn ;) or heard, Who, I do think is mine, and love as mine;

? To round in the ear was to tell secretly
• Inferiors in rank.
• To hóx is to hamstring.
6 Disorders of the eye



3 Taste.


Without ripe moving to't? Would I do this? Pol.

How ? caught of me? Could man so blench ? 8

Make me not sighted like the basilisk: Сат. .

I must believe you, sir ; I have look'd on thousands, who have sped the I do: and will fetch off Bohemia fort:

Provided, that when he's remov'd, your highness By my regard, but kill'd none so. Camillo,
Will take again your queen, as yours at first ; As you are certainly a gentleman ; thereto
Even for your son's sake: and, thereby, for sealing Clerk-like, experienc'd, which no less adorns
The injury of tongues, in courts and kingdoms Our gentry, than our parents' noble names,
Known and allied to yours.

In whose success 9 we are gentle ', - I beseech you, Leon.

Thou dost advise me, If you know aught which does behove my knowEven so as I mine own course have set down :

ledge I'll give no blemish to her honour, none.

Thereof to be inform’d, imprison it not Cam. My lord,

In ignorant concealment. Go then; and with a countenance as clear


I may not answer. As friendship wears at feasts, keep with Bohemia, Pol. A sickness caught of me, and yet I well! And with your queen: I am his cupbearer; I must be answered. — Dost thou hear, Camillo, If from me he have wholesome beverage,

I conjure thee, by all the parts of man, Account me not your servant.

Which honour does acknowledge, whereof the Leon. This is all;

least Do't, and thou hast the one half of my heart; Is not this suit of mine, – that thou declare Do't not, thou split'st thine own.

What incidency thou dost guess of harm Cam.

I'll do't, my lord. Is creeping toward me; how far off, how near; Leon. I will seem friendly, as thou hast advis'd Which way to be prevented, if to be ;

(Exil. If not, how best to bear it. Cam. O miserable lady! But, for me,

Сат, ,

Sir, I'll tell you ; What case stand I in? I must be the poisoner Since I am charg'd in honour, and by him Of good Polixenes : and my ground to do't That I think honourable: Therefore, mark my Is the obedience to a master ; one,

counsel; Who, in rebellion with himself, will have

Which must be even as swiftly follow'd, as
All that are his, so too. — To do this deed,

I mean to utter it; or both yourself and me
Promotion follows: If I could find example Cry, lost, and so good night.
Of thousands, that had struck anointed kings,


On, good Camillo And flourish'd after, I'd not do't: but since

Cam. I am appointed him to murder you Nor brass nor stone, nor parchment, bears not one, Pol. By whom, Camillo ? Let villainy itself forswear't. I must


By the king. Forsake the court : to do't, or no, is certain


For what? To me a break-neck. Happy star, reign now! Cam. He thinks, nay, with all confidence he Here comes Bohemia.


As he had seen't, or been an instrument

To vice s you to't, — that you have touch'd his queen Pol.

This is strange, methinks, Forbiddenly. My favour here begins to warp. Not speak ?

Pol. O, then my best blood turn
Good-day, Camillo.

To an infected jelly; and my name
Hail, most royal sir !

Be yok'd with his, that did betray the best!
Pol. What is the news i' the court ?

Turn then my freshest reputation to Cam.

None rare, my lord. A savour, that may strike the dullest nostril Pol. The king hath on him such a countenance, Where I arrive; and my approach be shunn'd, As he had lost some province, and a region, Nay, hated too, worse than the great'st infection Lov'd as he loves himself: even now I met him That e'er was heard, or read ! With customary compliment; when he,


Swear his thought over Wafting his eyes to the contrary, and falling By each particular star in heaven, and A lip of much contempt, speeds from me: and By all their influences, you may as well So leaves me, to consider what is breeding,

Forbid the sea for to obey the moon, That changes thus his manners.

As or, by oath, remove, or counsel, shake Cam. I dare not know, my lord.

The fabrick of his folly; whose foundation Pol. How ! dare not ? do not. Do you know, and is pild upon his faith, and will continue dare not

The standing of his body. Be intelligent to me? 'Tis thereabouts;


How should this grow? For, to yourself, what you do know, you must; Cam. I know not: but, I am sure, 'tis safer to And cannot say, you dare not. Good Carnillo, Avoid what's grown, than question how 'tis born. Your chang'd complexions are to me a mirror, If therefore you dare trust my honesty, Which shows me mine chang'd to: for I must be That lies enclosed in this trunk, which you A party in this alteration, finding

Shall bear along impawn'd, - away to-night. Myself thus alter'd with it.

Your followers I will whisper to the business ; Cam.

There is a sickness And will, by twos, and threes, at several posterns, Which puts some of us in distemper ; but

Clear them o' the city: For myself, I'll put I cannot name the disease; and it is caught My fortunes to your service, which are here Of you that yet are well.

9 For succession.

Gentle was opposed to simple; well born. 8 1.c. Could any man so start off from propriety.

2 i.e. The person.

3 Draw.

By this discovery lost. Be not uncertain ; Must it be great; and, as his person's mighty, For, by the honour of my parents, I

Must it be violent; and as he does conceive Have utter'd truth : which if you seek to prove, He is dishonour'd by a man which ever I dare not stand by ; nor shall you be safer Profess'd to him, why, his revenges must Than one condemn'd; by the king's own mouth, In that be made more bitter, Fear o'ershades me. thereon

Good expedition be my friend, and comfort Is execution sworn.

The gracious queen, part of his theme, but nothing
I do believe thee :

Of his ill-ta'en suspicion ! Come, Camillo;
I saw his heart in his face. Give me thy hand; I will respect thee as a father, if
Be pilot to me, and thy places shall

Thou bear'st niy life off hence: Let us avoid. Still neighbour mine; My ships are ready, and Cam. It is in mine authority to command My people did expect my hence departure

The keys of all the posterns : Please your highness Two days ago This jealousy

To take the urgent hour : come, sir, away. Is for a precious creature : as she's rare,






SCENE I. The same.


Come on then,

And give't me in mine ear.
Enter HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS, and Ladies.
Her. Take the boy to you : he so troubles me,

Enter LEONTES, ANTIGONUS, Lords, and others 'Tis past enduring.

Leon. Was he met there ? his train ? Camillo 1 Lady. Come, my gracious lord,

with him? Shall I be your play-fellow?

1 Lord. Behind the tuft of pines I met them; Mam.

No, I'll none of you. I Lady. Why, my sweet lord ?

Saw I men scour so on their way: I ey'd them Mam. You'll kiss me hard; and speak to me as if Even to their ships. I were a baby still. — I love you better.


How bless'd am I, 2 Lady. And why so, my good lord ?

In my just censure ? - in my true opinion ? — Nam.

Not for because | Alack, for lesser knowledge! How accursid, Your brows are blacker; yet black brows, they say, In being so blest ! — There may be in the cup Become some women best; so that there be not A spider steep'd, and one may drink, depart, Too much hair there, but in a semi-circle,

And yet partake no venom; for his knowledge Or half-moon made with a pen.

Is not infected : but if one present 2 Lady.

Who taught you this ? The abhorr'd ingredient to his eye, make known Mam. I learn'd it out of women's faces. · Pray How he hath drank, he cracks his gorge, his sides,

With violent hefts 5: - I have drank, and seen the What colour are your eye-brows?

spider. 1 Lady.

Blue, my lord. Camillo was his help in this, his pander : Mam. Nay, that's a mock; I have seen a lady's There is a plot against my life, my crown ;

All's true that is mistrusted :- - that false villain, That has been blue, but not her eye-brows.

Whom I employed, was pre-employ'd by him : 2 Lady.

Hark ye; He has discover'd my design, and I
The queen, your mother, rounds apace: we shall Remain a pinch'd thing 6; yea, a very trick
Present our services to a fine new prince,

For them to play at will: How came the posterns
One of these days; and then you'd wanton with us so easily open ?
If we would have you.

1 Lord.

By his great authority; 1 Lady.

She is spread of late Which often hath no less prevail'd than so, Into a goodly bulk: Good time encounter her!

On your command. Her. What wisdom stirs amongst you ? Come, Leon.

I know't too well. sir, now

Give me the boy ; I am glad, you did not nurse him : I am for you again : Pray you sit by us,

Though he does bear some signs of me, yet you And tell's a tale.

Have too much blood in him. Mam. Merry, or sad, shall't be ?


What is this ? sport? Her. As merry as you will.

Leon. Bear the boy hence, he shall not come Mam. A sad tale's best for winter :

about her ; I have one of sprites and goblins.

Away with him – and let her sport herself Her.

Let's have that, sir. With that she's big with; for 'tis Polixenes Come on, sit down : Come on, and do your Has made thee swell thus. best


But I'd say, he had not, To fright me with your sprites: you're powerful And, I'll be sworn, you would believe my saying,

Howe'er you lean to the nayward. Mam. There was a man,


You, my lords, Her.

Nay, come, sit down; then on. Look on her, mark her well; be but about Mam. Dwelt by a church-yard; – I will tell it To say, she is a goodly lady, and softly;

• Judgment

5 Heavings. Yon crickets shall not hear it.

6 A thing pinch'd out of clouts, a puppet.

at it.

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