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The Scene discloses the Hall of State in the Sicilian Palace; in it are assembled Leontes, King of Sicilia, with his Queen Hermione ; his son the Prince Mamillius ; his friend Polixenes, King of Bohemia; Lord Camillo, and other courtly Attendants. The King of Bohemia publicly thanks Leontes and his Queen for their prolonged hospitality : Pol. Nine changes of the watery stara have been

The shepherd's note, since we have left our throne
Without its burden: time, as long again,
Would be filled-up, my brother, with our 'thanks ;
And yet we should, for 'perpetuity,
Go hence in 'debt. And therefore, like a cipher,
(Yet standing in rich place,) I multiply
With 'one “We thank you,” many 'thousands more
That go before it.

. Leon.

Stay your thanks awhile,
And pay them when you 'part.

Sir, that 's 'to-morrow.
I am questioned, by my fears, of what may 'chance,
Or 'breed, upon our absence. Besides, I 've stayed

To'tire your royalty.
Leon. We are 'tougher, brother, than you can put us to 't.

One 'sen-night longer? Pol.

Very sooth, 'to-morrow. Leon. We 'll 'parte the time between 's, then; and in that,

I'll no gainsaying.' Pol.

Press me not, 'beseech you, so.
There is no tongue that moves,-none, none i' the

So soon as 'yours,—could win me; my affairs

Do even 'drag me homeward. Farewell, our brother. Leontes now turns to Queen Hermione, and urges her to join in his request: she, having ever paid the most hospitable attention to the friend of her husband—whom she is ever solicitous to pleaseat once replies : Her. I had thought, sir, to have held 'my peace until

You had drawn 'oaths from him 'not to stay. You, sir,
Charge him too 'coldly: tell him, you are 'sure
All in Bohemia 's well. Say 'this to him,

He's beat from his best ward.s

Well said, Hermione! Her. To tell he 'longs to see his son, were strong:

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But let him 'say so then, and let him go;
But let him 'swear so, and he shall not 'stay,
We 'll 'thwack him hence with distaffs.-
Yet, [Pol.] of your royal presence, 'I 'll adventure
The borrow of a 'week. When at 'Bohemia
You take my 'lord, I'll give him my commission
To stay him there a 'month, 'behind the date
Prefixed for his departing: yet, good-deed, Leontes,
I love thee not a jaro o' the clock behind

What lady should her lord.—You 'll stay?
Pol. No, madam: I may not, 'verily.
Her. Verily!

You put me off with 'limbere vows: But I,
(Though you would seek to unsphere the 'stars with

Should 'yet say, “Sir, 'no going.” “Verily,"

You shall 'not go a lady's " verily” is
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
When you depart, and save your 'thanks. How say




My 'prisoner? or my 'guest? By your dread “verily,"

'One of them you 'shall be. Pol.

Your 'guest, then, madam:
To be your 'prisoner, should import 'offending ;-
This is for 'me less easy to 'commit,

Than you to 'punish.

'Not your jailer, then, But your kind hostess.-Come, I 'll question you Of my 'lord's tricks and yours, when you were boys;

You were pretty lordlings' 'then !

We were, fair Queen.
Two lads that thought there was no more behind,
But such a day-to-morrow as to-day;

And to be boy 'eternal.
Her. Was not my lord the verier 'wag o’ the two ?
Pol. We were as twinned lambs, that did frisk 1' the sun,

And bleat the one at the other. What we changed,
Was innocence 'for innocence; we knew not
The doctrine of 'uli-doing; no—nor dreamed

That 'any did. Had we 'pursued that life, O. R. to let him there a Moneth behind the Gest prefix'd for 's parting. "tick, beat.

10. R. lady she,

tindeed. f diminutive of lords.

e flimsy.

And our weak spirits ne'er been 'higher reared
With stronger blood, we should have answered Heaven
Boldly, "'Not guilty,"—the imposition 'cleared,“
'Hereditary ours.

Leontes advances with Mamillius.

Is he 'won yet?
Her. He 'll 'stay, my lord.
Leon. [Aside.)

At 'my request he would not.-
Hermione, my dearest, thou never spok'st

To 'better purpose. Her.

Never ? Leon.

Never, but 'once.
When thou didst utter, “I am 'yours for ever!"
Her. Why, lo you now, I have spoke to the purpose 'twice!

The one, for ever earned a royal 'husband,
The other, for some while, a 'friend.

Giving her hand to Polixenes, they retire. The demon jealousy is at once roused within Leontes ; vexed that the request, denied to himself, had been almost at once granted to his wife; and also tormented to see his friend courteously take her hand, and familiarly enter into conversation. Under the pretence of playing with his young son Mamillius, he continues to watch them : Leon. [Aside.)

Too hot! too hot!
To mingle friendship 'far, is mingling 'bloods !
I have tremor cordis on me :—my heart 'dances,
But not for 'joy-not joy!—This “entertainment”
May a 'free' face put-'on;a 'derive a liberty
From 'heartiness,—from Bounty'so fertile bosom,
And well 'become the agent: it 'may, I grant;
But, to be paddling palms, and pinching fingers,
As 'now they are! and making practised smiles,
As in a looking-glass!--and then to sigh—as 't were
The mort' o' the deer; ... 0, 'that is “entertainment"

My bosom likes not !-Mamillius, art thou 'my boy?
Mam. Ay, my good lord.

I fecks?:
Why, that's my bawcock!" What, hast 'smutch'd thy

nose ?

They 'say, it is a copy out of 'mine. ... a setting aside the penalty of original sin, (the imposition) which we inherit from our first parents. palpitation of the heart. cguiltless, innocent. O. R. Bountie, fertile bosome.

fthe death of the deer was announced by prolonged notes on the huntsman's horn.

h my fine fellow (beau coq)

d assume.

sin faith.



(Still virginalling upon his palm !)
Yet, they say, we are
Almost as like as 'eggs; 'women say so,

That will say 'anything! but were they false-
Hermione, seeing the distracted look of her husband, advances
to him, with Polixenes :
Her. Are you 'moved," my lord ?

'No, in good earnest.-
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, my thoughts I did recoilo
Twenty-three years; and saw myself unbreeched,
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.—[m.m.] Mine honest


Will you take 'eggs for 'money?"
Mam. No, my lord, I'll 'fight.
Leo: You will ? why, 'happy man be his dole!'—[PO] My

Are you so fond of 'your young Prince, as 'we

Do seem to be of 'ours ?

If at 'home, sir,
He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter:
'Now my sworn 'friend, and then mine 'enemy;
My parasite, my soldier, statesman, 'all:
He makes a 'July's day short as 'December ;
And, with his 'varying childness, cures in me

Thoughts that would 'thick my blood.

So stands this squire
Officed with 'me.—We two will walk, my lord,
And leave 'you to your 'graver steps. - Hermione,
'How thou lov'st 'us, show in our brother's 'welcome:
Let what is 'dear in Sicily, be 'cheap.
Next to thyself, and my young rover, 'he 's

Apparents to my heart.

If you would seek us,
We are yours i' the 'garden: Shall's 'attend you there?


s a playing with her fingers as on a Virginal (a kind of harpsicord). CO. R. me thoughts I did requoyle. d an unripe peas-pod.

. that is, Will you allow yourself to be imposed on? fiay his lot (dole) be happy!

& nearest (heir-apparent).

b excited. d a curse on my heart. - diseases of the eye (cataract).

Exeunt Pol.




Leon. To your own bents dispose you: you 'll be found,

Be you beneath the sky.—[Aside.) I am 'angling now,
Though you perceive me not how give 'line. ...
Go-to, go-to!.
How she holds-up the neb, the bill to him;
And arms her with the boldness of a wife
To her allowing husband !

[ All follow King Polixenes and Queen Hermione into the garden; except Leontes, his son Mamillius, and the chief lord-in-waiting Camillo.

... 'Gone 'already! Inch-thick, knee-deep, o'er head

and ears!-
Go, play, boy, play ;-thy 'mother plays,--and 'I
Play too—but so 'disgraced a part, whose issue
Will 'hiss me to my grave! contempt and clamour

Will be 'my knell! - What, ho! Camillo there? [Camillo
Cam. Ay, my good lord.
Leon. Go play, Mamillius; (Wami.] 'thou 'rt an 'honest man.-

Leontes, alone with Camillo, now more than 'hints his suspicions of the Queen; but the honest courtier indignantly spurns them: 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.

Is 'whispering 'nothing?
Is leaning cheek to cheek? stopping the career
Of laughter with a 'sigh?–a note infallible
Of 'breaking honesty!) wishing clocks more swift?
Hours, minutes? noon, midnight ? and all eyes
Blind with the pin and web, e—but theirs, theirs only, ---
That would, 'un-seen, 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 't is most 'dangerous.
Leon. Say it 'be; 't is 'true!
Cam. No! 'no, my lord !

It 'is! You 'lie, you lie!


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c mouth.

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