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The same. A Room of State in the As potent as a lord's. Will you go yet?

Force me to keep you as a prisoner,

Not like a guest; so you shall pay your fees, Enter LEONTES, POLIXENES, Hermione, MAMILLIUS, When you depart, and save your thanks. How say CAMILLO, and Attendants.

you? Pol. Nine changes of the wat'ry star have been My prisoner ? or my guest? by your dread verily, The shepherd's note, since we have left our throne One of them you shall be. Without a burden : time as long again


Your guest then, madam :
Would be fill'd up, my brother, with our thanks ; To be your prisoner, should import offending;
And yet we should, for perpetuity,

Which is for me less easy to commit,
Go hence in debt: And therefore, like a cipher, Than you to punish.
Yet standing in rich place, I multiply,


Not your gaoler then, With one we-thank-you, many thousands more But your kind hostess. Come, I'll question you That go before it.

Of my lord's tricks, and yours, when you were boys; Leon. Stay your thanks awhile ;

You were pretty lordlings then. And pay them when you part.


We were, fair queen, Pol.

Sir, that's to-morrow. Two lads, that thought there was no more behind, I am question'd by my fears, of what may chance, But such a day to-morrow as to-day, Or breed upon our absence : That may blow And to be boy eternal. No sneaping winds at home, to make us say,

Her. Was not my lord the verier wag o' the two? This is put forth too truly! Besides, I have stay'd Pol. We were as twinn'd lambs, that did frisk i' To tire your royalty.

the sun, Leon.

We are tougher, brother, And bleat the one at the other : What we chang'd Than you can put us to't.

Was innocence for innocence; we knew not Pol.

No longer stay. The doctrine of ill-doing, no, nor dream'd Leon. One seven-night longer.

That any did : Had we pursued that life, Pol.

Very sooth, to-morrow. And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rear'd Leon. We'll part the time between's then : and with stronger blood, we should have answer'd in that

heaven I'll no gain-saying.

Boldly, Not guilty ; the imposition clear'd, Pol.

Press me not, 'beseech you, so; Hereditary ours. There is no tongue that moves, none, none i' the Her.

By this we gather, world,

You have tripp'd since. So soon as yours, could win me : - so it should now, Pol.

O my most sacred lady, Were there necessity in your request, although Temptations have since then been born to us : for 'Twere needful I denied it. My affairs

In those unfledg'd days was my wife a girl; Do even drag me homeward: which to hinder. Your precious self had then not cross'd the eyes Were, in your love, a whip to me; my stay, Of my young play-fellow. To you a charge, and trouble : to save both,


Grace to boot ! Farewell, our brother.

Of this make no conclusion ; lest you say, Leon. Tongue-tied, our queen ? speak you. Your queen and I are devils : Yet, go on; Her. I had thought, sir, to have held my peace, The offences we have made you do, we'll answer; until

If you first sinn'd with us, and that with us You had drawn oaths from him, not to stay. You, sir, You did continue fault, and that you slipp'd not Charge him too coldly: Tell him, you are sure, With any but with us. All in Bohemia's well : this satisfaction


Is he won yet? The by-gone day proclaim'd; say this to him,

Her. He'll stay, my lord. He's beat from his best ward.


At my request, he would not Leon.

Well said, Hermione. Hermione, my dearest, thou never spok'st
Her. To tell, he longs to see his son, were strong: To better purpose.
But let him say so then, and let him go;


Never ? But let him swear so, and he shall not stay,


Never, but once. We'll thwack him hence with distaffs.

Her. What ? have I twice said well? when was's Yet of your royal presence [to POLIXENES.] I'll

before ? adventure

I pr’ythee, tell me: Cram us with praise, and make The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia You take my lord, I'll give him my commission, As fat as tame things: One good deed, dying tongueTo let him there a month, behind the gest

less, Prefix'd for his parting: yet, good deed, Leontes, Slaughters a thousand, waiting upon that. I love thee riot a jar o' the clock behind

Our praises are our wages : You may ride us, What lady she her lord. You'll stay?

With one soft kiss, a thousand furlongs, ere Pol.

No, madam. With spur we heat an acre. But to the goal ;Her. Nay, but you will ?

My last good was, to entreat his stay ; Pol.

I may not verily. What was my first ? it has an elder sister, Her. Verily!

Or I mistake you : 0, would her name were Grace! You put me off with iimber vows: But I,

But once before I spoke to the purpose: When? Though you would seek to unsphere the stars with Nay, let me hav't; I long. oaths,


Why, that was when Should yet say, Sir, no gning. Verily,

Three crabbed months had sour d themselves to You shall not go; a lady's verily is




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Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, As ornaments oft do, too dangerous. And clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter, How like, methought, I then was to this kernel, lem yours for ever.

This quash, this gentleman : - Mine honest friend, Her.

It is Grace, indeed, - Will you take eggs for money ? Wos, lo you now I have spoke to the purpose Mam. No, my lord, I'll fight. twice;

Leon. You will? why, happy man be his dole! The one for ever earn'd a royal husband ;

My brother, The other, for some while a friend.

Are you so fond of your young prince, as we [Giving her hand to POLIXENES. Do seem to be of ours? Leon. Too hot, too hot : [ Aside. Pol.

If at home, sir,
To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods. He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter :
I bare tremor cordis on me : - my heart dances ; Now my sworn friend, and then mine enemy;
But not for joy, - not joy. - This entertainment My parasite, my soldier, statesman, all :
May a free face put on; derive a liberty

He makes a July's day short as December ;
From heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom, And, with his varying childness, cures in me
And well become the agent: it may, I grant : Thoughts that would thick my blood.
But to be paddling palms, and pinching fingers, Leon.

So stands this-squire
As now they are ; and making practis'd smiles, Offic'd with me: We two will walk, my lord,
As in a looking glass ; — and then to sigh, as 'twere And leave you to your graver steps. – Hermione,
The mort o' the deer; 0, that is entertainment How thou lov'st us, show in our brother's welcome;
My bosom likes not, nor my brows. - Mamillius, Let what is dear in Sicily, be cheap :
An thou my boy?

Next to thyself, and my young rover, he's
Ay, my good lord.

Apparent to my heart.
l'fecks? Her.

If you would seek us, Why, that's my bawcock. What, hast smutch'd thy We are your's i'the garden : Shall's attend you there? nose?

Leon. To your own bents dispose you : you'll be They say, it's a copy out of mine. Come, captain,

found, We must be neat; not neat, but cleanly, captain : Be you beneath the sky:- I am angling now, And yet the steer, the heifer, and the calf,

Though you perceive me not how I give line. Are all call'd neat. — Still virginalling

Go to, go to! [Observing POLIXENES and HERMIONE. (Aside. Observing POLIXENES and HERMIONE. Upon his palm? - How now, you wanton calf? How she holds up the neb, the bill to himn! Ant thou my calf ?

And arms her with the boldness of a wife Man.

Yes, if you will, my lord. To her allowing husband! Gone already ; Leon. Thou want'st a rough pash, and the shoots Inch-thick, knee-deep, o'er head and ears a fork'd that I have,

(Exeunt POLIXENES, HERMIONE, To be full like me:- - yet, they say we are

and Attendants. Almost as like as eggs; women say so,

Go, play, boy, play ; - thy mother plays, and I That will say any thing :. But were they false Play too; but so disgrac'd a part, whose issue As o'er-died blacks, as wind, as waters; false Will hiss me to my grave; contempt and clamour As diee are to be wish'd, by one that fixes

Will be my knell. - Go, play, boy, play; - There No bourn 'twixt his and mine; yet were it true

have been, To say this boy were like me. - Come, sir page, Or I am much deceiv'd, cuckolds ere now ; Look on me with your welkin eye: Sweet villain ! And many a man there is, even at this present, Most dear'st! my collop!-Can thy dam?-may't be? Now, while I speak this, holds his wife by the arm, Affection! thy intention stabs the centre :

That little thinks she has been sluic'd in his absence, Thou dost make possible, things not so held, And his pond fish'd by his next neighbour, by Communicat'st with dreams; (How can this Sir Smile, his neighbour: nay, there's comfort in't, be?)

Whiles other men have gates; and those gates With what's unreal thou coactive art,

open'd, And fellow'st nothing: Then, 'tis very credent, As mine, against their will : Should all despair, Thou may'st co-join with something; and thou dost; That have revolted wives, the

tenth of mankind (Aad that beyond commission ; and I find it,) Would hang themselves. Physick for't there is And that to the infection of my brains,

none; And hardening of my brows.

It is a bawdy planet, that will strike Pel

What means Sicilia? Where 'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful, think it, Her. He something seems unsettled.

From east, west, north, and south : Be it concluded, Pel.

How, my lord ? No barricado for a belly; know it; What cheer? how is't with you, best brother ? It will let in and out the enemy, Her.

You look, With bag and baggage : many a thousand of us
As if you held a brow of much distraction : Have the disease, and feel't not. - How now, boy?
Are you mov'd, my lord ?

Mam. I am like you, they say.
No, in good earnest, Leon.

Why, that's some comfort. -
How sometimes nature will betray its folly, What! Camillo there?
Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime


Cam. Ay, my good lord. To barder bosoms! Looking on the lines

Leon. Go play, Mamillius ; thou’rt an honest Of ray boy's face, methoughts, I did recoil

[Erit MAMILLIUS. Tweaty-three years; and saw myself unbreechd, Camillo, this great sir will yet stay longer. Ia my green velvet coat ; my dagger muzzled, Cam. You had much ado to make his anchor bold: Les it should bite its master, and so prove, When you cast out, it still came home.


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Didst note it? | My wife is slippery? If thou wilt confess,
Cam. He would not stay at your petitions ; made (Or else be impudently negative,
His business more material.

To have nor eyes, nor ears, nor thought,) then say, Leon.

Didst perceive it? My wife's a hobbyhorse ; deserves a name They're here with me already; whispering, round. As rank as any flax-wench, that puts to ing,

Before her troth-plight: say it, and justify it. Sicilia is a so-forth: 'Tis far gone,

Cam. I would not be a stander-by, to hear When I shall gust it last. How came't, Camillo, My sovereign mistress clouded so, without That he did stay?

My present vengeance taken: 'Shrew my heart, Cam.

At the good queen's entreaty. You never spoke what did become you less Leon. At the queen's, be't: good, should be per- Than this ; which to reiterate, were sin tinent ?

As deep as that, though true. But so it is, it is not. Was this taken


Is whispering nothing? By any understanding pate but thine ?

Is leaning cheek to cheek ? is meeting noses ? For thy conceit is soaking, will draw in

Kissing with inside lip? stopping the career More than the common blocks: - Not noted, is't, Of laughter with a sigh ? (a note infallible But of the finer natures ? by some severals, Of breaking honesty :) horsing foot on foot ? Of head piece extraordinary ? lower messes, Skulking in corners ? wishing clocks more swift? Perchance are to this business purblind : say. Hours, minutes ? noon, midnight? and all eyes Cam. Business, my lord ? I think, most under

blind stand.

With the pin and web, but theirs, theirs only, Bohemia stays here longer.

That would unseen be wicked ? is this nothing? Leon. Ha?

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

Stays here longer. The covering sky is nothing ; Bohemia nothing; Leon. Ay, but why?

My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, Cam. To satisfy your highness, and the entreaties If this be nothing. Of our most gracious mistress.


Good my lord, be cur'd Leon.


Of this diseas'd opinion, and betimes ; The entreaties of your mistress ? satisfy ?

For 'tis most dangerous. Let that suffice. I have trusted thee, Camillo, Leon.

Say, it be; 'tis true. With all the nearest things to my heart, as well Cam. No, no, my lord. My chamber-councils: wherein, priest-like, thou Leon.

It is ; you lie, you lie: Hast cleans'd my bosom; I from thee departed I say, thou liest, Camillo, and I hate thee; Thy penitent reform'd: but we have been

Pronounce thee a gross lout, a mindless slave; Deceiv'd in thy integrity, deceiv'd

Or else a hovering

temporizer, that In that which seems so.

Canst with thine eyes at once see good and evil, Cam.

Be it forbid, my lord ! Inclining to them both: Were my wife's liver Leon. To bide upon't;- Thou art not honest : or, Infected as her life, she would not live If thou inclin'st that way, thou art a coward ; The running of one glass. Which hoxes honesty behind, restraining


Who does infect her? From course requir'd; Or else thou must be counted Leon. Why he, that wears her like her medal, A servant, grafted in my serious trust,

hanging And therein negligent: or else a fool,

About his neck, Bohemia : Who if I That seest a game play'd home, the rich stake drawn, Had servants true about me: that bare eyes And tak'st it all for jest.

To see alike mine honour as their profits, Cam.

My gracious lord, Their own particular thrifts, they would do that I may be negligent, foolish, and fearful;

Which should undo more doing: Ay, and thou, In every one of these no man is free,

His cupbearer, whom I from meaner forn But that his negligence, his folly, fear,

Have bench'd and rear'd to worship; who may'st see Amongst the infinite doings of the world,

Plainly, as heaven sees earth, and earth sees heaven, Sometime puts forth: In your affairs, my lord, How I am galled, - might'st bespice a cup, If ever I were wilful-negligent,

To give mine enemy a lasting wink; It was my folly; if industriously

Which draught to me were cordial. I play'd the fool, it was my negligence,


Sir, my lord, Not weighing well the end ; if ever fearful I could do this ; and that with no rash potion, To do a thing, where I the issue doubted, But with a ling'ring dram, that should not work Whereof the execution did cry out

Maliciously like poison : But I cannot
Against the non-performance, 'twas a fear

Believe this crack to be in my dread mistress,
Which oft affects the wisest: these, my lord, So sovereignly being honourable.
Are such allow'd infirmities, that honesty

I have lov'd thee,
Is never free of. But, "beseech your grace,

Leon. Make't thy question, and go rot Be plainer with me : let me know my trespass Dost think, I am so muddy, so unsettled, By its own visage: if I then deny it,

To appoint myself in this vexation ? sully 'Tis none of mine.

The purity and whiteness of my sheets, Leon.

Have not you seen, Camillo, Which to preserve, is sleep; which being spotted, (But that's past doubt: you have; or your eye-glass Is goads, thorns, nettles, tails of wasps ? İs thicker than a cuckold's horn ;) or heard, Give scandal to the blood o' the prince my son, (For, to a vision so apparent, rumour

Who, I do think is mine, and love as mine; Cannot be mute,) or thought, (for cogitation Without ripe moving to't ? - Would I do this? Resides not in that man, that does not think ity) Could man so blench?

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I must believe you, sir ; As you are certainly a gentleman; thereto I do; and will fetch off Bohemia for't :

Clerk-like, experienc'd, which no less adorns
Provided, that when he's remov'd, your highness Our gentry, than our parents' noble names,
Will take again your queen, as yours at first; In whose success we are gentle, - I beseech you,
Eren for your son's sake ; and, thereby, for sealing If you know aught which does behove my knowledge
The injury of tongues, in courts and kingdoms Thereof to be inform'd, imprison it not
Known and allied to yours.

In ignorant concealment.
Thou dost advise me, Cam.

I may not answer. Even so as I mine own course have set down: Pol. A sickness caught of me, and yet I well! I'll give no blemish to her honour, none.

I must be answer'd. - Dost thou hear, Camillo, Cam. My lord,

I conjure thee, by all the parts of man, Go then; and with a countenance as clear Which honour does acknowledge, - whereof the As friendship wears at feasts, keep with Bohemia,

least And with your queen: I am his cupbearer; Is not this suit of mine, - that thou declare If from me he have wholesome beverage,

What incidency thou dost guess of harm Account me not your servant.

Is creeping toward me; how far off, how near ; Leon.

This is all : Which way to be prevented, if to be ; .
Do't, and thou hast the one half of my heart; If not, how best to bear it.
Do't not, thou split'st thine own.


Sir, I'll tell you ; I'll do't, my lord. Since I am charg'd in honour, and by him Leon I will seem friendly, as thou hast advis's That I think honourable : Therefore, mark my


counsel ;
Cama O miserable lady!- But, for me, Which must be even as swiftly follow'd, as
What case stand I in? I must be the poisoner I mean to utter it; or both yourself and me
Of good Polixenes : and my ground to do't Cry, lost, and so good-night.
Is the obedience to a master ; one,


On, good Carillo. Whs, in rebellion with himself, will have

Cam. I am appointed him to murder you. All that are his, so too. To do this deed,

Pol. By whom, Camillo? Promotion follows: If I could find example


By the king Of thousands, that had struck anointed kings,


For what? And flourish'd after, I'd not do't : but since Cum. He thinks, nay, with all confidence he Nor brass, nor stone, nor parchment, bears not one, La villainy itself forswear't. I must

As he had seen't or been an instrument
Forsake the court: to do't, or no, is certain To vice you to't, - that you have touch'd his queen

To me a break-neck. Happy star, reign now! Forbiddenly.
Here comes Bohemia.

Pol. 0, then my best blood turn

To an infected jelly; and my name

Be yok'd with his, that did betray the best!

This is strange! methinks, | Turn then my freshest reputation to
My favour here begins to warp. Not speak ? A savour, that may strike the dullest nostril
Good day, Camillo.

Where I arrive; and my approach be shunn'd, Cam

Hail, most royal sir ! Nay, hated too, worse than the great'st infection PL What is the news i' the court ?

That e'er was heard, or read !
None rare, my lord. Cam.

Swear his thought over
Pal. The king hath on him such a countenance, By each particular star in heaven, and
As be had lost some province, and a region, By all their influences, you may as well
Lar'd as he loves himself : even now I met him Forbid the sea for to obey the moon,
With customary compliment; when he,

As or, by oath, remove, or counsel, shake
Wafting his eyes to the contrary, and falling The fabrick of his folly; whose foundation
A lip of much contempt, speeds from me; and Is pil'd upon his faith, and will continue
So leaves me, to consider what is breeding, The standing of his body.
That changes thus bis manners.


How should this grow? Cam. I dare not know, my lord.

Cam. I know not : but, I am sure, 'tis safer to Pol. How ! dare not? do not. Do you know, Avoid what's grown, than question how 'tis born. and dare not

If therefore you dare trust my honesty, — Be intelligent to me? 'Tis thereabouts ;

That lies enclosed in this trunk, which you For, to yourself, what you do know, you must ; Shall bear along impawn'd, - away to-night. And caonot say, you dare not. Good Camillo, Your followers I will whisper to the business : Your chang'a complexions are to me a mirror, And will, by twos, and threes, at several posterns, Which shows me mine chang'd too: for I must be clear them o' the city: For myself, I'll put A party in this alteration, finding

My fortunes to your service, which are here Myself thus alter'd with it.

By this discovery lost. Be not uncertain ; Сава.

There is a sickness For, by the honor of my parents, I Which puts some of us in distemper ; but

Have utter'd truth: which if you seek to prove, I cannot name the disease; and it is caught I dare not stand by; nor shall you be safer Of you that yet are well.

Than one condemn'd by the king's own mouth, Polo How! caught of me?

thereon Make me not sighted like the basilisk:

His execution sworn. I have look'd on thousands, who have sped the better Pol.

I do believe thec; By my regard, but kill'd none so. Camillo, I saw his heart in his face. Give me thry hand ;

Be pilot to me, and thy places shall

In that be made more bitter. Fear o'ershades me: Still neighbour mine : My ships are ready, and Good expedition be my friend, and comfort My people did expect my hence departure

The gracious queen, part of his theme, but nothing Two days ago This jealousy

Of his ill-ta'en suspicion ! Come, Camillo ;
Is for a precious creature : ' as she's rare,

I will respect thee as a father ; if
Must it be great ; and, as his person's mighty, Thou bear'st my life off hence : Let us avoid.
Must it be violent : and as he does conceive

Cam. It is in mine authority, to command
He is dishonour'd by a man which ever

The keys of all the posterns : Please your highness Profess'd to him, why, his revenges must,

To take the urgent hour : come, sir, away. (Exeunt.

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Hark ye :

SCENE I. - The same.

1 Lord. Behind the tuft of pines I met them; Enter HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS, and Ladies.

Saw I men scour so on their way: I ey'd them Her. Take the boy to you : he so troubles me, Even to their ships. 'Tis past enduring.


How bless'd am I 1 Lady.

Come, my gracious lord. In my just censure ! in my true opinion ! Shall I be your play-fellow ?

Alack, for lesser knowledge ! - How accurs'd, Мат..

No, I'll none of you. In being so blest ! — There may be in the cup 1 Lady. Why, my sweet lord ?

A spider steep'd, and one may drink ; depart, Mam. You'll kiss me hard ; and speak to me as if And yet partake no venom; for his knowledge I were a baby still. — I love you better.

Is not infected : but if one present 2 Lady. And why so, my good lord ?

The abhorr'd ingredient to his eye, make known Mam.

Not for because How he hath drank, he cracks his gorge, his sides, Your brows are blacker ; yet black brows, they say, with violent hefts :- I have drank, and seen the Become some women best; so that there be not

spider. Too much hair there, but in a semi-circle,

Camillo was his help in this, his pander :Or half-moon made with a pen.

There is a plot against my life, my crown; 2 Lady.

Who taught you this? All's true that is mistrusted : — that false villain, Mam. I learn'd it out of women's faces. - Pray Whom I employ'd, was pre-employ'd by him :

He has discover'd my design, and I What colour are your eye-brows?

Remain a pinch'd thing ; yea, a very trick 1 Lady.

Blue, my lord. For them to play at will : – How came the posMam. Nay, that's a mock: I have seen a lady's

So easily open? That has been blue, but not her eye-brows.

1 Lord. By his great authority ; 2 Lady.

Which often hath no less prevail'd than so,
The queen, your mother, rounds apace: we shall On your command.
Present our services to a fine new prince,


I know't too well. One of these days; and then you'd wanton with us, Give me the boy; I am glad, you did not nurse If we would have you.

him : 1 Lady.

She is spread of late Though he does bear some signs of me, yet you Into a goodly bulk : Good time encounter her! Have too much blood in him. Her. What wisdom stirs amongst you ? Come, Her.

What is this? sport? sir, now

Leon. Bear the boy hence, he shall not come I am for you again : Pray you, sit by us,

about her ; And tell 's a tale.

Away with him: - and let her sport herself Mam.

Merry, or sad, shall't be ? With that she's big with; for 'tis Polixenes
Her. As merry as you will.

Has made thee swell thus.
A sad tale's best for winter: Her.

But I'd say, he had not, I have one of sprites and goblins.

And, I'll be sworn, you would believe my saying, Her.

Let's have that, sir. Howe'er you lean to the nayward. Come on, sit down : - Come on, and do your best


You, my lords, To fright me with your sprites : you're powerful Look on her, mark her well; be but about at it.

To say, she is a goodly lady, and Mam. There was a man,

The justice of your hearts will thereto add, Her.

Nay, come, sit down ; then on. 'Tis pruty, she's not honest, honourable : Mam. Dwelt by a church-yard ; — I will tell it Praise her but for this her without-door form, softly;

(Which, on my faith, deserves high speech,) and Yon crickets shall not hear it.

straight Her.

Come on then, The shrug, the hum, or ha; these petty brands, And give't me in mine ear.

That calumny doth use : - 0, I am out,

That mercy does ; for calumny will sear | Enter LEONTES, ANTIGONUS, Lords, and others.

Virtue itself :- these shrugs, these bums, and ha's, Leon. Was he met there? his train ? Camillo When you have said, she's goodly, come between, with him?

Ere you can say she's honest : But be it known,


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