Mal. Lady, you have. Pray you, peruse that letter. You must not now deny it is your hand: 350 Bade me come smiling and cross-garter'd to you, First told me thou wast mad; then camest in smiling, And in such forms which here were presupposed Upon thee in the letter. Prithee, be content: This practice hath most shrewdly pass'd upon thee; 360 We had conceived against him: Maria writ 370 Oli. Alas, poor fool, how have they baffled thee! Clo. Why, 'some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrown upon them.' I was one, sir, in this interlude; one Sir Topas, sir; but that's all one. 'By the Lord, fool, I am not mad.' But do you remember? 'Madam, why laugh you at such a barren rascal? an you smile not, he's gagged:' and thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges. Mal. I'll be revenged on the whole pack of you. [Exit. Oli. He hath been most notoriously abused. Duke. Pursue him, and entreat him to a peace: He hath not told us of the captain yet: When that is known and golden time convents, A solemn combination shall be made Of our dear souls. Meantime, sweet sister, We will not part from hence. Cesario, come; For so you shall be, while you are a man; But when in other habits you are seen, Orsino's mistress and his fancy's queen. 390 [Exeunt all, except Clown. Clo. [Sings] For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came to man's estate, 400 'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their SCENE I. Antechamber in LEONTES' palace. Enter CAMILLO and ARCHIDAMUS. Arch. If you shall chance, Camillo, to visit Bohemia, on the like occasion whereon my services are now on foot, you shall see, as I have said, great difference betwixt our Bohemia and your Sicilia. Cam. I think, this coming summer, the King of Sicilia means to pay Bohemia the visitation which he justly owes him. II Arch. Wherein our entertainment shall shame us we will be justified in our loves; for indeedCam. Beseech you,Arch. Verily, I speak it in the freedom of my knowledge: we cannot with such magnificence-in so rare-I know not what to say. We will give you sleepy drinks, that your senses, unintelligent of our insufficience, may, though they cannot praise us, as little accuse us. Cam. You pay a great deal too dear for what's given freely. 19 Arch. Believe me, I speak as my understanding instructs me and as mine honesty puts it to utterance. Cam. Sicilia cannot show 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 attorneyed with interchange of gifts, letters, loving embassies; that they have seemed to be together, though absent, shook hands, as over a vast, 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 unspeakable comfort of your young prince Mamil HERMIONE, queen to Leontes. PERDITA, daughter to Leontes and Hermione. PAULINA, wife to Antigonus. EMILIA, a lady attending on Hermione. MOPSA, } DORCAS, Shepherdesses. Other Lords and Gentlemen, Ladies, Officers, and Servants, Shepherds, and Shepherdesses. Time, as Chorus.. SCENE: Sicilia, and Bohemia. lius: it is a gentleman of the greatest promise that ever came into my note. 40 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: they 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. 50 [Exeunt. SCENE II. A room of state in the same. Enter LEONTES, HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS, The shepherd's note since we have left our throne To tire your royalty. Leon. We are tougher, brother, IO Than you can put us to't. Leon. We'll part the time between's then; And bleat the one at the other: what we changed and in that I'll no gainsaying. Pol. Press me not, beseech you, so. There is no tongue that moves, none, none i' the world, 20 So soon as yours could win me: so it should now, Do even drag me homeward: which to hinder Leon. Tongue-tied our queen? speak you. You had drawn oaths from him not to stay. Charge him too coldly. Tell him, you are sure 30 But let him say so then, and let him go; 40 To let him there a month behind the gest Her. Nay, but you will? Pol. No, madam. I may not, verily. Pol. Her. Verily! You put me off with limber vows; but I, Should yet say 'Sir, no going.' Verily, As potent as a lord's. Will 70 Was innocence for innocence; we knew not Boldly 'not guilty;' the imposition clear'd Her. Her. 80 Grace to boot! Leon. Is he won yet? Her. He'll stay, my lord. At my request he would not. Her. Leon. Never? Never, but once. I prithee tell me; cram's with praise, and make's Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that. But once before I spoke to the purpose: when? Force me to keep you as a prisoner, Not like a guest; so you shall pay your fees When you depart, and save your thanks. say you? death, How My prisoner? or my guest? by your dread Ere I could make thee open thy white hand And clap thyself my love: then didst thou utter 'I am yours for ever.' "Verily,' 'Tis grace indeed. Her. Why, lo you now, I have spoke to the purpose twice: The one for ever earn'd a royal husband; [Aside] Too hot, too hot! Pol. We were as twinn'd lambs that did frisk My bosom likes not, nor my brows! Mamillius, Mam. Ay, my good lord. Leon. I' fecks! 120 Why, that's my bawcock. What, hast smutch'd thy nose? They say it is a copy out of mine. Come, captain, We must be neat; not neat, but cleanly, captain: And yet the steer, the heifer and the calf Upon his palm-How now, you wanton calf! Mam. Yes, if you will, my lord. 130 To be full like me: yet they say we are Affection! thy intention stabs the centre: And that beyond commission, and I find it, 141 Pol. What means Sicilia ? Her. He something seems unsettled. Pol. How, my lord! What cheer? how is't with you, best brother? Her. You look As if you held a brow of much distraction: Are you moved, my lord? Leon. No, in good earnest. 150 How sometimes nature will betray its folly, Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime To harder bosoms! Looking on the lines Of my boy's face, methoughts I did recoil Twenty-three years, and saw myself unbreech'd, In my green velvet coat, my dagger muzzled, Lest it should bite its master, and so prove, As ornaments oft do, too dangerous: How like, methought, I then was to this kernel, This squash, this gentleman. Mine honest friend, Will you take eggs for money? Mam. No, my lord, I'll fight. 161 Leon. You will! why, happy man be's dole! Are you so fond of your young prince as we Pol. 170 190 Or I am much deceived, cuckolds ere now; And his pond fish'd by his next neighbour, by As mine, against their will. Should all despair Leon. At the queen's be't: 'good' should be Before her troth-plight: say't and justify't. pertinent; But, so it is, it is not. Was this taken More than the common blocks: not noted, is't, Bohemia stays here longer. Leon. Cam. Ha! Stays here longer. Leon. Ay, but why? Cam. To satisfy your highness and the treaties Of our most gracious mistress. Leon. Satisfy! 230 en The entreaties of your mistress! satisfy! In that which seeins so. 240 My gracious lord, may be negligent, foolish and fearful; In every one of these no man is free, But that his negligence, his folly, fear, Among the infinite doings of the world, 280 Cam. I would not be a stander-by to hear My sovereign mistress clouded so, without My present vengeance taken: 'shrew my heart, You never spoke what did become you less Than this; which to reiterate were sin As deep as that, though true. Leon. Is whispering nothing? Is leaning cheek to cheek? is meeting noses? Kissing with inside lip? stopping the career Of laughing with a sigh ?-a note infallible Of breaking honesty-horsing foot on foot? Skulking in corners? wishing clocks more swift? Hours, minutes? noon, midnight? and all eyes Blind with the pin and web but theirs, theirs only, That would unseen be wicked? is this nothing? Why, then the world and all that's in't is nothing; The covering sky is nothing; Bohemia nothing; My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, If this be nothing. Cam. Good my lord, be cured Of this diseased opinion, and betimes; For 'tis most dangerous. Leon. I Say it be, 'tis true. Cam. No, no, my lord. Leon. 300 It is; you lie, you lie : say thou liest, Camillo, and I hate thee, Pronounce thee a gross lout, a mindless slave, Or else a hovering temporizer, that Canst with thine eyes at once see good and evil, Inclining to them both: were my wife's liver Infected as her life, she would not live The running of one glass. Cam. Who does infect her? Leon. Why, he that wears her like her medal, hanging 310 About his neck, Bohemia: who, if I Sometime puts forth. In your affairs, my lord, If ever I were wilful-negligent, It was my folly; if industriously I play'd the fool, it was my negligence, I could do this, and that with no rash potion,. Leon. Make that thy question, and go rot! I must believe you, sir: |