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The innocent milk in its most innocent mouth, To bloody thoughts and to revenge, I chose
Camillo for the minister, to poison
My swift command, though I with death, and with
Reward, did threaten and encourage him,
Not doing it, and being done: he, most humane,
And fill'd with honour, to my kingly guest
Of all uncertainties himself commended,
Thorough my rust! and how his piety
Does my deeds make the blacker!
Paul. Woe the while!
0, cut my lace, lest my heart, cracking it,
1 Lord. What fit is this, good lady?
Paul. What studied torments, tyrant, hast for me? ] (Exeunt certain Officers. What wheels ? racks? fires? What flaying? boiling, Her. The emperor of Russia was my father:
In leads, or oils? what old, or newer torture
Must I receive; whose every word deserves
To taste of thy most worst? Thy tyranny
Together working with thy jealousies,
Fancies too weak for boys, too green and idle
Thy by-gone fooleries were but spices of it,
That did bnt show thee, of a fool, inconstant,
Thou would'st have poison'd good Camillo's honour,
To have him killa king; poor trespasses,
More monstrous standing by! whereof I reckon
The casting forth to crows thy baby daughter, Offi. [Reads.] Hermione is chaste, Polixenes blame- To be or none, or little; though a devil less, Camillo a true subject, Leontes a jealous ty- Would have shed water out of fire, ere don't: rant, his innocent babe truly begotten; and the king Nor is't directly laid to thee, the death shall live without an heir, if that, which is lost, be of the young prince; whose honourable thoughts not found.
(Thoughts high for one so tender) cleft the heart Lords. Now blessed be the great Apollo!
That could conceive, a cross and foolish sire
Blemish'd his gracious dam: this is not, no,
Laid to thy answer: but the last, – 0, lords,
When I have said, cry, woe! - the
queen, As it is here set down.
The sweetest, dearest, creature's dead; and vengeance
1 Lord. The higher powers forbid !
Paul. I say, she's dead; I'll swear't: if word, nor oath
Prevail not, go and see! If you can bring
Tincture, or lustre, in her lip, her eye,
As I would do the gods. — But, O thou tyrant!
Do not repent these things ! for they are heavier,
Than all thy woes can stir. Therefore betake thee
Upon a barren mountain, and still winter
To look that way thou wert.
Leon. Go on, go on!
Thou canst not speak too much; I have deserv'd
All tongues to talk their bitterest.
1 Lord. Say no more!
Howe'er the business goes, you have made fault
l'the boldness of your speech.
All faults I make, when I shall come to know them,
I do repent. Alas, I have show'd too much
The rashness of a woman: he is touch'd
To the noble heart. - What's gone, and what's past
Should be past grief. Do not receive affliction, Of king Polixenes, it should here be laid,
tehen Of what you should forget! Now, good my liege,
(Laying down the child.
There lie, and there thy character, there these,
(Laying down a bundle. lis. To I'll speak of her no more, nor of your children; Which may, if fortune please, both breed thee, pretty, u: forgi I'll not remember you of my own lord,
And still rest thine. The storm begins :-poor Step. Whois lost too: take your patience to you,
That, for thy mother's fault, art thus expos'd
To loss, and what may follow! -- Weep I cannot,
The day frowns more and more; thou art like to have
The heavens so dim by day. A savage clamour ? -
Well may I get aboard! - This is the chace;
Enter an old Shepherd.
Shep. I would, there were no age between ten and
three-and-twenty; or that youth would sleep out the
[Exeunt. rest : furthere is nothing in the between but getting
wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing,
Enter ANTIGONUS, with the child; and a Mariner. boiled brains of nineteen, and two-and-twenty, hunt
sheep; which, I fear, the wolf will sooner find, than
the master: if any where I have them, 'tis by the sea-
side, browzing on ivy. Good luck, an't be thy will!
oft I call upon thee.
work: they were warmer, that got this, than the poor
Clo. Hilloa, loa!
talk on, when thou art dead and rotten, come hither!
[Exit. Clo. I have seen two such sights, by sea, and by land;
- but I am not to say, it is a sea, forit is now the sky;
Clo. I would, you did but see, how it chafes, how it
point. 0,the most piteous cry of the poor souls ! someSo fill’d, and so becoming: in pure white robes, times to see'em, and not to see'em: now the ship Like very sanctity, she did approach
boring the moon with her main-mast; and anon swalMy cabin, where Ilay: thrice bow'd before me, lowed with yest and froth, as you'd trust a cork into a And, gasping to begin some speech, her eyes
hogs-head. And then for the land service, – to see Became two sponts: the fury spent, anon
how the bear tore out his shoulder-bone; how he cried Did this break from her: Good Antigonus,
to me for help, and said, his name was Antigonus, a Since fate, against thy belter disposition,
nobleman! -But to make an end of the ship :--to see Hath mude thy person for the thrower-out
how the sea flap-dragoned it:- but, first, how the of my poor babe, according to thine oath, - poor souls roared, and the sea mocked them; - and Places remote enough are in Bohemia,
how the poor gentleman roared, and the bear mocked There weep, and leave it crying; and, for the babe him, both roaring louder, than the sea, or weather. Is counted lost for ever, Perdita,
Shep. 'Name of mercy, when was this, boy?
sights: the men are not yet cold under water, nor the
Shep. Would I had been by, to have helped the old I did in time collect myself, and thought
man! This was so, and no slumber. Dreams are toys: Clo. I would, you had been by the ship side, to have Yet, for this once, yea, superstitiously,
helped her; there your charity would have lacked I will be squar'd by this. I do believe,
footing Hermione hath suffer'd death; and that
Shep. Heavy matters ! heavy matters! but look thee Apollo would, this being indeed the issue
here, boy! Now bless thyself; thou met'st with things
dying, I with things new born. Here's a sight for thee ; sorrows I might be some allay, or I o’erween to think look thee, a bearing-cloth for a squire's child! Look so; which is another spur to my departure. thee here; take up, take up, boy ; open’t ! So, let's see; Pol. As thou lovest me, Camillo, wipe not out the it was told me, I should be rich by the fairies : this is rest of thy services, by leaving me now! The need, I some changeling :- open't! What’s within, boy? have of thee, thine own goodness hath made; better
Clo. You're a made old man; if the sins of your youth not to have had thee, than thus to want thee: thou, are forgiven you, you're well to live. Gold! all gold! having inade me businesses, which nove, without thee,
Shep. This is fairy gold, boy, and 'twill prove so: can sufficiently manage, must either stay, to execute up with it, keep it close; home, home, the next way! them thyself, or take away with thee the very services, We are lucky, boy; and to be so still, requires nothing thou hast done: which if I have not enough considerbut secrecy. --Let my sheep go!--- Come, good boy, ed, (as too much I cannot,) to be more thankful to thee, the next way home!
shall be my study: and my profit therein, the heaping Clo. Go you the next way with your findings; Pll friensdhips. Of that fatal country Sicilia, pr’ythee go see if the bear be gone from the gentleman, and speak no more: whose very naming punishes me with how much he hath eaten: they are never curst, but the remembrance of that penitent, as thou call'st him, when they are hungry: if there be any of him left, I'll and reconciled king, my brother; whose loss of his bury it.
most precious queen, and children are even now to Shep. That's a good deed. If thou may'st discern by be afresh lamented. Say to me, when saw'st thou the that which is left of him, what he is, fetch me to the prince Florizel, my son? Kings are po less unhappy, sight of him!
their issue not being gracious, than they are in losing Clo. Marry, will l; and you shall help to put him i'the them, when they have approved their virtnes. ground.
Cam. Sir, it is three days since I saw the prince: Shep. 'Tis a lucky day, boy; and we'll do good deeds what his happier affair may be, are to me unknown: on't.
[Exeunt. but I have, missingly, noted, he is of late much retired
from court, and is less frequent to his princely exer
cises, than formerly he hath appeared. А ст IV.
Pol. I have considered so much, Camillo, and with Enter Time, as Chorus.
some care; so far, that I have eyes under my services, Time. I, that please some, try all, both joy, and which look upon his removednes: from whom I have terror,
this intelligence, that he is seldom from the house of of good and bad; that make, and unfold error, a most homely shepherd; a man, they say, that from Now take upon me, in the name of Time,
very nothing, and beyond the imagination of his neighTo use my wings. Impute it not a crime,
bours is grown into an unspeakable estate. To me, or my swift passage, that I slide
Cam. I have heard, sir, of such a man, who hath a O'er sixteen years, and leave the growth untried daughter of most rare note: the report of her is 'exOf that wide gap; since it is in my power
tended more, than can be thought to begin from such To o’erthrow law, and in one self-born hour
a cottage. To plant and o’erwhelm custom. Let me paşs Pol. 'That's likewise part of my intelligence. But, I The same I am, ere ancient'st order was,
fear the angle, that plucks our son thither. Thou shalt Or what is now received: I witness to
accompany us to the place: where we will, not appearThe times that brought them in; so shall I do ing what we are, have some question with the shepherd; To the freshest things now reigning, and make stale from whose simplicity I think it not uneasy to get The glistering of this present, as my tale
the cause of my son's resort thither. Pr’ythee, be my Now seems to it. Your patience this allowing, present partner in this business, and lay aside the I turn my glass, and give my scene such growing, thoughts of Sicilia! As you had slept between. Leontes leaving
Cam. I willingly obey your command. The effects of his fond jealousies, so grieving, Pol. My best Camillo! - We must disguise onrselves. That he shuts up himself, imagine me,
(Exeunt. Gentle spectators, that I now may be
SCENE II. In fair Bohemia; and remember well,
- The same. A road near the Shepherd's I mentioned a son o’the king's, which Florizei
cottage. Inow name to you; and with speed so pace
Enter AutoLycus, singing. To speak of Perdita, now grown in grace
When daffodils begin to peer, Equal with wond'ring. What of her ensues,
With, heigh! the doxy over the dale, Nist not prophecy; but let Time's news
Why, then comes in the sweet o'the year; Be known, when 'tis brought forth: a shepherd's
For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. daughter,
The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, And what to her adheres, which follows after,
Ilith, hey! the sweet birds, 0, how they sing! Is the argument of time. of this allow,
Doth set my pugging tooth on edge; If ever you have spent time worse ere now;
For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. If never yet, that Time himself doth say,
The lark, that tirru-lirra chaunts, He wishes earnestly, you never may.
[Exit. With, hey! with, hey! the thrush and the jay :
Are summer songs for me and my aunts,
I have served prince Florizel, and, in my time, wore
three-pile; but now I am out of service: nate! 'tis a sickness, denying thee any thing; a death,
But shall I go mourn for that, my dear? to grant this.
The pale moon shines by night:
And when I wander here and there, thongh I have, for the most part, been aired abroad, I
I then do most go right. desire to lay my bones there. Besides, the penitent If tinkers may have leave to live, king, my master, hath sent for me: to whose feeling And bear the sow-skin budget;
Per. loure Opposit Oreoft Fich
Fl. 1 With the The mic
Wou At u OnH
Then my account I well may give,
Aut. Vices I would say, sir. I know this man well: he
hath been since an ape-bearer; then process-server,
that put me into this apparel.
Clo. Not a more cowardly rogue in all Bohemia! If Clo. Let me see! - Every 'leven wether tods; you had but looked big, and spit at him, l. 'd have run. every tod yields— pound and odd shilling: fifteen Aut, I must confess to you, sir, I am no fighter : I am hundred shorn, —what comes the wool to ?
falseofheart that way;and that he knew, I warrant him.
Clo. I cannot do't without counters. Let me see; Aut. Sweet sir, much better, than I was ; I can stand,
Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way,
Anıt merrily hent the stile-a:
Your sad tires in a mile-a.
Enter FloNZEL and PERDITA.
Do give a life: no shepherdess, but Flora
And you the queen ou’t.
To chideat your extremes, it not becomes me;
With a swain's wearing, and ine, poor lowly maid,
In every mess have folly, and the feeders
When my good falcon made her flight across
Thy father's ground.
To me, the difference forges dread; your greatness
Hath not been us'd to fear. Even now I tremble
Should pass this way, as you did. O, the fates !
Vilely bound up? What would he say? Or how
Humbling their deities to love, have taken
Clo.His vices, you would say; there's no virtue whip- Were never for a piece of beauty rarer,
Ran not before mine honour; nor my lusts
Barn hotter, than my faith.
And make conceive a bark of baser kind
By bud of nobler race. This is an art,
Which does mend nature, - change it rather : but
Per. So it is.
And do not call them bastards!
Per. I'll not put
The dibble in earth, to set one slip of them ;
Desire to breed by me.-Here's flowers for you:
Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram,
The marigold, that goes to bed with the sun,
And with him rises weeping; these are flowers
And only live by gazing.
Per. Out, alas!
You'd be solean, that blasts of January
Would blow you through and through. -Now, my fuir-
Become your time of day; and yours, and yours;
Your maidenheads growing.-0 Proserpina, Shep: Fye, daughter! when my old wife liv'd, upon For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st fall This day, she was both pantler, butler, cook; From Dis's waggon! daffodils, Both dame and servant: welcom'd all, serv'd all : That come before the swallow dares, and take Would sing her song, and dance her turn : now here, The winds of March with beauty; violets, dim, At
upper end o’the table, now, i'the middle; But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, On his shoulder, and his; her face o'fire
Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, With labour; and the thing, she took to quench it, That die unmarried, ere they can behold She would to each one sip: you are retir'd,
Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Asif you were a feasted one, and not
Most incident to maids; bold oxlips, and The hostess of the meeting. Pray you, bid
The crown-imperial; lilies of all kinds, These unknown friends to us welcome: for it is The flower-de-luce being one! O, these I lack, A way to make us better friends, more known. To make you garlands of; and, my sweet friend, Come, quench your blushes; and present yourself To strew him o'er and o'er. That, which you are, mistress o'the feast! Come on, Flo. What? like a corse? And bid us welcome to your sheep-shearing,
Per. No, like a bank, for love to lie and play on : As your good flock shall prosper.
Not like a corse: or if, -not to be buried,
[To Polixenes. But quick, and in mine arms. Come take your flowers! It is my father's will, I should take on me
Methinks, I play, as I have seen them do
(To Camillo. Does change my disposition.
I'd have you do it ever: when you sing, Grace, and remembrance be to you both,
I'd have you buy and sell so; so give alms; And welcome to our shearing!
Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, Pol. Shepherdess,
To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you (A fair one are you,)well you fit our ages
A wave o'the sea, that you might ever do With flowers of winter.
Nothing but that; move still, still so, and own Per. Sir, the year growing ancient,
No other function ! Each your doing,
So singular in each particular,
Your praises are too large : but that your youth,
And the true blood, which fairly peeps through it, Do you neglect them?
Do plainly give you out an unstaiu'd shepherd;
With wisdom I might fear, my Doricles, Per. For I have heard it said,
You woo'd me the false way. There is an art, which, in their piedness, shares
Flo. I think, you have
As little skill to fear, as I have purpose
To put you to't.—But, come; our dance, I pray!
Your hand, my Perdita : so turiles pair,
That never mean to part.
Per. I'll swear for 'em.
Pol. This is the prettiest low-born lass, that ever