Dramatis Perfonæ. LEONTES, King of Sicilia. Camillo, Another Sicilian Lord. Archidamus, a Bohemian Lord. Rogero, a Sicilian Gentleman. An Attendant on the young Prince Mamillius. Old Shepherd, reputed Father of Perdita. A Mariner. Goaler. Servant to the old Shepherd. Autolicus, a Rogue. Time, as Chorus. Hermione, Queen to Leontes. Perdita, Daughter to Leontes and Hermione. Paulina, Wife to Antigonus. Emilia, Attendant on the Queen. Two other Ladies. Mopía, } Shepherde Jes. Dorcas, S Satyrs for a Dance, Shepherds, Shepherdesses, Guards, and Attendants. SCENE, fometimes in, Sicilia; fometimes, in Bohemia. THE WINTER's TALE ACTI. SCENE, an Antichamber in Leontes's PALACE. I Enter Camillo, and Archidamus. F ARCHIDAMUS. you fhall chance, Camillo, to vifit Bohemia, on the like occafion whereon my fervices are now on foot; you shall see, as I have faid, great difference betwixt our Bohemia and your Sicilia. Cam. I think, this coming fummer, the King of Sicilia means to pay Bobemia the vifitation, which he justly owes him. Arch. Wherein our entertainment fhall fhame us, we will be juftified in our loves; for, indeed, Cam. 'Befeech you Arch. Verily, I fpeak it in the freedom of my knowledge; we cannot with fuch magnificence in fo rare I know not what to fay-we will give you fleepy drinks, that your fenfes (unintelligent of our infufficience) may, tho' they cannot praife us, as little accufe us. VOL. III. Cam. You pay a great deal too dear, for what's given freely. Arch. Believe me, I fpeak, as my Understanding inftructs me; and as mine honeky puts it to ut terance. Cam. Sicilia cannot fhew himself over kind to Bohemia; they were train'd together in their childhoods; and there rooted betwixt them then fuch an affection, which cannot chufe but branch now. Since their more mature dignities and royal neceffities made feparation of their fociety, their incounters, though not perfonal, have been royally attornied with interchange of gifts, letters, loving embaflies; that they have feem'd to be together, tho' abfent; fhook hands, as over a Vaft; and embrac'd, as it were, from the ends of oppofed winds. The heav'ns continue their loves! Arch. I think, there is not in the world either malice, or matter to alter it. You have an unspeakable comfort of your young Prince Mamillius: it is a gentleman of the greatest promife, that ever came into my note. Cam. I very well agree with you in the hopes of him it is a gallant child; one that, indeed, phyficks the fubject, makes old hearts fresh: they, that went on crutches, ere he was born, defire yet their life to fee him a man. Arch. Would they elfe be content to die? Cam. Yes, if there were no other excufe why they fhould defire to live. Arch. If the King had no fon, they would defire to live on crutches 'till he had one. SCENE opens to the Prefence. Enter Leontes, Hermione, Mamillius, Polixenes, Pol. NINE Changes of the watry ftar hath been The shepherd's note, fince we have left our Throne Without Without a burthen: time as long again Would be fill'd up, my brother, with our thanks; Go hence in debt: and therefore, like a cypher, With one, we thank you, many thousands more Leo. Stay your thanks a while; Pol. Sir, that's to-morrow: I'm question'd by my fears, of what may chance, Leo. We are tougher, brother, Than you can put us to't. Pol. No longer Stay. Leo. One fev'n-night longer. Pol. Very footh, to-morrow. Leo. We'll part the time between's then: and in that I'll no gain-faying. Pol. Prefs me not, 'befeech you, fo; There is no tongue that moves, none, none i' th' world, Do even drag me homeward; which to hinder, Lea. Tongue-ty'd, our Queen? fpeak you. Her. I had thought, Sir, to've held my peace, until The by-gone day proclaim'd; fay this to him, Leo. Well faid, Hermione. Her. To tell, he longs to fee his fon, were strong, L 2 But But let him fay fo then, and let him go; [To Polixenes. The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia Her. Nay, but you will? Pol. I may not, verily. You put me off with limber vows; but I, Tho' you would seek t' unsphere the stars with oaths, "You shall not go;" a lady's verily is Not like a gueft; fo you fhall pay your fees, When you depart, and fave your thanks. How fay you ? My prifoner? or my gueft? by your dread verily, One of them you shall be. Pol. Your Gueft then, Madam : To be your prifoner, fhould import offending; Than you to punish. Her. Not your Goaler then, But your kind Hoftefs; come, I'll question you (1) -bebind the geft Preferib'd for's parting :] I have not ventur'd to alter the Text, tho', I freely own, I can neither trace, nor understand, the Phrafe. I have fufpected, that the Poet wrote; -bebind the just Preferib'd for's parting. i. e. the juft, precife, time; the instant; (where Time is likewife understood) by an Elleipfis practis'd in all Tongues. You |