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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
Stay your thanks awhile,
Sir, that 's 'to-morrow.
To'tire your royalty.
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.
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,
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;
What lady should her lord.—You 'll stay?
You put me off with 'limbere vows: But I,
My 'prisoner? or my 'guest? By your dread “verily,"
'One of them you 'shall be. Pol.
Your 'guest, then, madam:
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.
And to be boy 'eternal.
And bleat the one at the other. What we changed,
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.
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And our weak spirits ne'er been 'higher reared
Leontes advances with Mamillius.
Is he 'won yet?
At 'my request he would not.-
To 'better purpose. Her.
Never ? Leon.
Never, but 'once.
The one, for ever earned a royal 'husband,
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!
My bosom likes not !-Mamillius, art thou 'my boy?
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.
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(Still virginalling upon his palm !)
That will say 'anything! but were they false-
'No, in good earnest.-
Will you take 'eggs for 'money?"
Do seem to be of 'ours ?
If at 'home, sir,
Thoughts that would 'thick my blood.
So stands this squire
Apparents to my heart.
If you would seek us,
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Leon. To your own bents dispose you: you 'll be found,
Be you beneath the sky.—[Aside.) I am 'angling now,
[ 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
Will be 'my knell! - What, ho! Camillo there? [Camillo
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
Than this; which to 'reiterate, were 'sin.
Is 'whispering 'nothing?
If this be nothing!
And betimes; for 't is most 'dangerous.
It 'is! You 'lie, you lie!