PERSONS REPRESENTED. LEONTES, King of Sicilia. Sicilian Lords. Two other Ladies, }attending the Queen. , Bohemia, ko sleeps Dron, LEONTES, King of Sicilia. Sicilian Lords. , S Bohemia. WINTER'S TALE. ACT I. Palace. Enter CAMILLO and ARCHIDAMUS. Arch. If you shall chance, Camillo, to visit Bohemia on the like occasion wherein my services are now on foot, you shall see, as I have said, great difference our Cam. I think, this coming summer, the king of Sicilia means to pay Bohemia the visitation which he justly owes him. Arch. Wherein our entertainment shall shame up, we will be justified in our loves : for, indeed, Cam. 'Beseech you, Arch. Verily, I speak it in the freedom of my knowledge: we cannot with such magnificence in 50 rare I know not what to say,--We will give you sleepy drinks; that your senses, unintelligent of insufficience, may, though they cannot praise us, as little accuse us. Cam. You pay a great deal too dear for what's given freely. Arch. Believe me, I speak as my understanding instructs me, and as mine honesty puts it to utterance. Cam. Sicília cannot shew himself over kind to Bohemia. They were trained together in their childhoods; and there rooted betwixt them then such an affection, which cannot choose but branch now. Since their more mature dignities, and royal necessities, made separation of their society, their encounters, though not personal, have been royally attornied, with interchange of gifts, letters, loving embassies; that they have seemed to be together, though absent; shook hands, as over a rast; and embraced, as it were, from the ends of opposed winds. The heavens continue their loves! Arch. I think, there is not in the world either malice or matter to alter it. You have an unspenkable comfort of your young prince Mamillius; it is a gensleman of the greatest promise 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, indeedt, physics the subject, makes old hearts fresh: thes, that went on cratches ere he was born, desire yet their life, to see him a man. Arch. Would they else be content to die? Cam. Yes; If there were no other excuse, why they should desire to live. Arch. If the king had no son, they would desire to live on crutches, till he had one. [Ereurd. SCENE Il. The same. A Room of state in the Palace. Enter LEONTES, POLIXENES, HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS, CAMILLO, and Attendants. Scene 2. WINTER'S TALE. 5 4 WINTER'S TALE. Ad I. insufficience, may, though they cannot praise us, a little accuse us. Cam. You pay a great deal too dear for what's giren freely, Arch. Believe me, I speak as my understanding instructs me, and as mine honesty puts it to utterance. Cam. Sicilia cannot shew himself orer kind to Bohemia. They were trained together in their childhoods; and there rooted betwixt them then such an affection, which cannot choose but branch now. Since their more mature dignities, and royal necessities, made separation of their society, their encounters, though not personal, have been royally attornied, with interchange of gifts, letters, loving embassies; that they have seemed to be together, though absent; shook hands, as over a rast; and embraced, as it were, from the ends of opposed winds. The hearesi continue their lores! 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 promise 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, physics the subject, makes old hearts fresh: ther, that went on crutches ere he was born, desire yet their life, to see him a man. Arch. Would they else be content to die? Cam. Yes; if there were no other excuse, why they should desire to live. Arch. If the king had no son, they would desire to live on crutches, till he had one. Lcon. Stay your thanks awhile; Sir, that's morrow. We are tougher, brother, No longer stay. Very sooth, to-morrow. Press me not, 'beseech you, 50 ; which to hinder Leon. Tongue-tied, our queen ? speak you. Her. I had thought, sir, to have held my peace until Well said, Hermione. good deed, Leontes, Pol. [Prent. SCENE II. - The same. A Room of state in the Palace. NAMILLIUS, CAMILLO, and Attendants. B You put me off with limber vows: But 1, you? Your guest then, madam! Not your gaoler then, We were, fair queen, Hler. Was not my lord the verier wag o' the two! i' the sun, By this we gather, O my most sacred lady, for Grace to boot ! |