The Winter's Tale


William Shakespeare

The Winter's Tale is a story about the King of Sicilia, Leontes, who becomes consumed with jealousy and suspicion that his wife, Hermione, has been unfaithful with his best friend, Polixenes, the King of Bohemia. Despite his queen's protests and innocence, Leontes orders for her to be imprisoned and for their newborn daughter to be abandoned in the wilderness.

Years later, the abandoned daughter, Perdita, is discovered by a shepherd and raised as his own. Meanwhile, Hermione appears to have died in prison, but is revealed to be alive when she is brought before Leontes during a trial for Perdita's fate. The truth is finally revealed, and Leontes is overcome with remorse for his actions.

The play then shifts to Bohemia, where Perdita has grown into a beautiful young woman and falls in love with Florizel, the son of Polixenes. However, Polixenes does not approve of their relationship and threatens to disown his son. The play climaxes with the reunion of the two kingdoms and the resolution of the various conflicts, including the forgiveness of Leontes by his wife and the discovery of Perdita's true identity.

Act I

Act 1 of The Winter's Tale begins with a gathering of the court of King Leontes of Sicily. His childhood friend, King Polixenes of Bohemia, has been visiting him for the past nine months, and Leontes is reluctant to let him leave. He begs Polixenes to stay longer, but Polixenes insists that he must return to his own kingdom. Leontes then turns to his pregnant wife, Queen Hermione, and asks her to convince Polixenes to stay. Hermione is successful in persuading Polixenes to stay, but Leontes becomes jealous of their friendship and begins to suspect that Hermione is having an affair with Polixenes.

Leontes becomes increasingly paranoid and orders his servant, Camillo, to poison Polixenes. Camillo refuses and instead tells Polixenes of Leontes' plan to kill him. Polixenes flees back to Bohemia, and Leontes accuses Hermione of adultery and orders her to be imprisoned. He also orders the death of her newborn daughter, believing that the child is not his.

Hermione gives birth to a son while in prison, and Leontes still refuses to believe that the child is his. He orders his loyal advisor, Antigonus, to abandon the baby in a remote area. Meanwhile, Hermione's trial is held, and she is found guilty. However, the Oracle of Delphi declares her innocence, which only makes Leontes more angry.

Antigonus takes the baby and leaves it on the coast of Bohemia, where he is then killed by a bear. Hermione dies of grief, and Leontes is left alone with his guilt. The play then jumps forward 16 years, where the abandoned baby has grown up to become a young man named Perdita.

Overall, Act 1 of The Winter's Tale sets the stage for the tragic events that occur due to Leontes' jealousy and paranoia. It also introduces the character of Perdita, who will play a major role in the second half of the play.

SCENE I. Antechamber in LEONTES' palace.

In Scene 1 of Act 1, a king named Leontes is introduced along with his pregnant wife, Queen Hermione, and their young son, Prince Mamillius. Leontes' childhood friend, King Polixenes, is visiting from a neighboring kingdom and has been staying with the royal family for nine months.

Leontes urges Polixenes to extend his stay, but Polixenes declines and expresses a desire to return to his own kingdom. Hermione tries to convince Polixenes to stay longer, but he remains resolute.

Leontes begins to suspect that Hermione and Polixenes are having an affair, despite their protests of innocence. He becomes increasingly jealous and irrational, even accusing his own son of being illegitimate.

Hermione is shocked and hurt by Leontes' accusations, and Polixenes decides to leave immediately. Leontes orders his guards to arrest Hermione and puts her on trial for infidelity and treason.

The scene ends with the implication that Hermione's fate may be dire, as Leontes seems determined to prove her guilt and punish her accordingly.


If you shall chance, Camillo, to visit Bohemia, on
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the like occasion whereon my services are now on
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foot, you shall see, as I have said, great
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difference betwixt our Bohemia and your Sicilia.
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I think, this coming summer, the King of Sicilia
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means to pay Bohemia the visitation which he justly owes him.
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Wherein our entertainment shall shame us we will be
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justified in our loves; for indeed--
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Beseech you,--
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Verily, I speak it in the freedom of my knowledge:
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we cannot with such magnificence--in so rare--I know
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not what to say. We will give you sleepy drinks,
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that your senses, unintelligent of our insufficience,
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may, though they cannot praise us, as little accuse
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You pay a great deal too dear for what's given freely.
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Believe me, I speak as my understanding instructs me
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and as mine honesty puts it to utterance.
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Sicilia cannot show himself over-kind to Bohemia.
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They were trained together in their childhoods; and
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there rooted betwixt them then such an affection,
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which cannot choose but branch now. Since their
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more mature dignities and royal necessities made
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separation of their society, their encounters,
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though not personal, have been royally attorneyed
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with interchange of gifts, letters, loving
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embassies; that they have seemed to be together,
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though absent, shook hands, as over a vast, and
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embraced, as it were, from the ends of opposed
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winds. The heavens continue their loves!
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I think there is not in the world either malice or
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matter to alter it. You have an unspeakable
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comfort of your young prince Mamillius: it is a
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gentleman of the greatest promise that ever came
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into my note.
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I very well agree with you in the hopes of him: it
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is a gallant child; one that indeed physics the
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subject, makes old hearts fresh: they that went on
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crutches ere he was born desire yet their life to
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see him a man.
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Would they else be content to die?
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Yes; if there were no other excuse why they should
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desire to live.
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If the king had no son, they would desire to live
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on crutches till he had one.
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SCENE II. A room of state in the same.

Scene 2 of Act 1 begins with a conversation between King Leontes of Sicilia and his close friend, the King of Bohemia, Polixenes. Leontes is trying to persuade Polixenes to stay longer in Sicilia, but Polixenes insists that he must return to his own kingdom. Leontes then turns to his pregnant wife, Queen Hermione, and begs her to convince Polixenes to stay.

Hermione uses her charm to persuade Polixenes to stay, but Leontes becomes increasingly jealous of their relationship and begins to suspect that Hermione has been unfaithful to him. He orders his servant, Camillo, to poison Polixenes, but Camillo instead warns Polixenes and the two flee Sicilia together.

Leontes then turns his wrath on Hermione, accusing her of adultery and demanding that she be put on trial. Despite Hermione's pleas of innocence, Leontes remains convinced of her guilt and orders her to be imprisoned.

The scene ends with Leontes' servant, Antigonus, being sent to abandon Hermione's newborn baby in a distant land. The tension and conflict in this scene sets the stage for the tragic events that unfold throughout the rest of the play.


Nine changes of the watery star hath been
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The shepherd's note since we have left our throne
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Without a burthen: time as long again
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Would be find up, my brother, with our thanks;
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And yet we should, for perpetuity,
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Go hence in debt: and therefore, like a cipher,
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Yet standing in rich place, I multiply
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With one 'We thank you' many thousands moe
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That go before it.
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Stay your thanks a while;
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And pay them when you part.
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Sir, that's to-morrow.
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I am question'd by my fears, of what may chance
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Or breed upon our absence; that may blow
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No sneaping winds at home, to make us say
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'This is put forth too truly:' besides, I have stay'd
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To tire your royalty.
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We are tougher, brother,
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Than you can put us to't.
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No longer stay.
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One seven-night longer.
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Very sooth, to-morrow.
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We'll part the time between's then; and in that
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I'll no gainsaying.
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Press me not, beseech you, so.
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There is no tongue that moves, none, none i' the world,
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So soon as yours could win me: so it should now,
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Were there necessity in your request, although
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'Twere needful I denied it. My affairs
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Do even drag me homeward: which to hinder
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Were in your love a whip to me; my stay
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To you a charge and trouble: to save both,
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Farewell, our brother.
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Tongue-tied, our queen?
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speak you.
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I had thought, sir, to have held my peace until
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You have drawn oaths from him not to stay. You, sir,
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Charge him too coldly. Tell him, you are sure
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All in Bohemia's well; this satisfaction
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The by-gone day proclaim'd: say this to him,
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He's beat from his best ward.
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Well said, Hermione.
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To tell, he longs to see his son, were strong:
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But let him say so then, and let him go;
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But let him swear so, and he shall not stay,
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We'll thwack him hence with distaffs.
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Yet of your royal presence I'll adventure
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The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia
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You take my lord, I'll give him my commission
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To let him there a month behind the gest
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Prefix'd for's parting: yet, good deed, Leontes,
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I love thee not a jar o' the clock behind
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What lady-she her lord. You'll stay?
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No, madam.
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Nay, but you will?
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I may not, verily.
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You put me off with limber vows; but I,
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Though you would seek to unsphere the
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stars with oaths,
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Should yet say 'Sir, no going.' Verily,
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You shall not go: a lady's 'Verily' 's
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As potent as a lord's. Will you go yet?
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Force me to keep you as a prisoner,
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Not like a guest; so you shall pay your fees
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When you depart, and save your thanks. How say you?
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My prisoner? or my guest? by your dread 'Verily,'
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One of them you shall be.
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Your guest, then, madam:
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To be your prisoner should import offending;
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Which is for me less easy to commit
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Than you to punish.
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Not your gaoler, then,
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But your kind hostess. Come, I'll question you
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Of my lord's tricks and yours when you were boys:
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You were pretty lordings then?
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We were, fair queen,
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Two lads that thought there was no more behind
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But such a day to-morrow as to-day,
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And to be boy eternal.
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Was not my lord
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The verier wag o' the two?
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We were as twinn'd lambs that did frisk i' the sun,
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And bleat the one at the other: what we changed
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Was innocence for innocence; we knew not
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The doctrine of ill-doing, nor dream'd
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That any did. Had we pursued that life,
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And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rear'd
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With stronger blood, we should have answer'd heaven
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Boldly 'not guilty;' the imposition clear'd
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Hereditary ours.
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By this we gather
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You have tripp'd since.
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O my most sacred lady!
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Temptations have since then been born to's; for
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In those unfledged days was my wife a girl;
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Your precious self had then not cross'd the eyes
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Of my young play-fellow.
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Grace to boot!
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Of this make no conclusion, lest you say
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Your queen and I are devils: yet go on;
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The offences we have made you do we'll answer,
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If you first sinn'd with us and that with us
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You did continue fault and that you slipp'd not
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With any but with us.
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Is he won yet?
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He'll stay my lord.
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At my request he would not.
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Hermione, my dearest, thou never spokest
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To better purpose.
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Never, but once.
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What! have I twice said well? when was't before?
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I prithee tell me; cram's with praise, and make's
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As fat as tame things: one good deed dying tongueless
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Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that.
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Our praises are our wages: you may ride's
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With one soft kiss a thousand furlongs ere
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With spur we beat an acre. But to the goal:
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My last good deed was to entreat his stay:
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What was my first? it has an elder sister,
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Or I mistake you: O, would her name were Grace!
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But once before I spoke to the purpose: when?
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Nay, let me have't; I long.
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Why, that was when
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Three crabbed months had sour'd themselves to death,
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Ere I could make thee open thy white hand
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And clap thyself my love: then didst thou utter
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'I am yours for ever.'
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'Tis grace indeed.
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Why, lo you now, I have spoke to the purpose twice:
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The one for ever earn'd a royal husband;
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The other for some while a friend.
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(Aside) Too hot, too hot!
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To mingle friendship far is mingling bloods.
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I have tremor cordis on me: my heart dances;
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But not for joy; not joy. This entertainment
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May a free face put on, derive a liberty
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From heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom,
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And well become the agent; 't may, I grant;
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But to be paddling palms and pinching fingers,
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As now they are, and making practised smiles,
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As in a looking-glass, and then to sigh, as 'twere
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The mort o' the deer; O, that is entertainment
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My bosom likes not, nor my brows! Mamillius,
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Art thou my boy?
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Ay, my good lord.
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I' fecks!
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Why, that's my bawcock. What, hast
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smutch'd thy nose?
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They say it is a copy out of mine. Come, captain,
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We must be neat; not neat, but cleanly, captain:
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And yet the steer, the heifer and the calf
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Are all call'd neat.--Still virginalling
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Upon his palm!--How now, you wanton calf!
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Art thou my calf?
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Yes, if you will, my lord.
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Thou want'st a rough pash and the shoots that I have,
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To be full like me: yet they say we are
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Almost as like as eggs; women say so,
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That will say anything but were they false
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As o'er-dyed blacks, as wind, as waters, false
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As dice are to be wish'd by one that fixes
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No bourn 'twixt his and mine, yet were it true
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To say this boy were like me. Come, sir page,
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Look on me with your welkin eye: sweet villain!
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Most dear'st! my collop! Can thy dam?--may't be?--
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Affection! thy intention stabs the centre:
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Thou dost make possible things not so held,
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Communicatest with dreams;--how can this be?--
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With what's unreal thou coactive art,
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And fellow'st nothing: then 'tis very credent
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Thou mayst co-join with something; and thou dost,
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And that beyond commission, and I find it,
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And that to the infection of my brains
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And hardening of my brows.
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What means Sicilia?
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He something seems unsettled.
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How, my lord!
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What cheer? how is't with you, best brother?
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You look as if you held a brow of much distraction
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Are you moved, my lord?
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No, in good earnest.
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How sometimes nature will betray its folly,
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Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime
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To harder bosoms! Looking on the lines
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Of my boy's face, methoughts I did recoil
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Twenty-three years, and saw myself unbreech'd,
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In my green velvet coat, my dagger muzzled,
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Lest it should bite its master, and so prove,
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As ornaments oft do, too dangerous:
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How like, methought, I then was to this kernel,
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This squash, this gentleman. Mine honest friend,
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Will you take eggs for money?
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No, my lord, I'll fight.
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You will! why, happy man be's dole! My brother,
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Are you so fond of your young prince as we
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Do seem to be of ours?
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If at home, sir,
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He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter,
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Now my sworn friend and then mine enemy,
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My parasite, my soldier, statesman, all:
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He makes a July's day short as December,
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And with his varying childness cures in me
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Thoughts that would thick my blood.
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So stands this squire
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Officed with me: we two will walk, my lord,
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And leave you to your graver steps. Hermione,
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How thou lovest us, show in our brother's welcome;
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Let what is dear in Sicily be cheap:
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Next to thyself and my young rover, he's
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Apparent to my heart.
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If you would seek us,
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We are yours i' the garden: shall's attend you there?
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To your own bents dispose you: you'll be found,
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Be you beneath the sky.
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I am angling now,
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Though you perceive me not how I give line.
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Go to, go to!
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How she holds up the neb, the bill to him!
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And arms her with the boldness of a wife
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To her allowing husband!
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Gone already!
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Inch-thick, knee-deep, o'er head and
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ears a fork'd one!
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Go, play, boy, play: thy mother plays, and I
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Play too, but so disgraced a part, whose issue
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Will hiss me to my grave: contempt and clamour
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Will be my knell. Go, play, boy, play.
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There have been,
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Or I am much deceived, cuckolds ere now;
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And many a man there is, even at this present,
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Now while I speak this, holds his wife by the arm,
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That little thinks she has been sluiced in's absence
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And his pond fish'd by his next neighbour, by
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Sir Smile, his neighbour: nay, there's comfort in't
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Whiles other men have gates and those gates open'd,
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As mine, against their will. Should all despair
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That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind
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Would hang themselves. Physic for't there is none;
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It is a bawdy planet, that will strike
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Where 'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful, think it,
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From east, west, north and south: be it concluded,
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No barricado for a belly; know't;
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It will let in and out the enemy
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With bag and baggage: many thousand on's
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Have the disease, and feel't not. How now, boy!
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I am like you, they say.
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Why that's some comfort. What, Camillo there?
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Ay, my good lord.
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Go play, Mamillius; thou'rt an honest man.
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Camillo, this great sir will yet stay longer.
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You had much ado to make his anchor hold:
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When you cast out, it still came home.
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Didst note it?
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He would not stay at your petitions: made
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His business more material.
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Didst perceive it?
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They're here with me already, whispering, rounding
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'Sicilia is a so-forth:' 'tis far gone,
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When I shall gust it last. How came't, Camillo,
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That he did stay?
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At the good queen's entreaty.
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At the queen's be't: 'good' should be pertinent
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But, so it is, it is not. Was this taken
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By any understanding pate but thine?
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For thy conceit is soaking, will draw in
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More than the common blocks: not noted, is't,
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But of the finer natures? by some severals
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Of head-piece extraordinary? lower messes
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Perchance are to this business purblind? say.
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Business, my lord! I think most understand
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Bohemia stays here longer.
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Stays here longer.
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Ay, but why?
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To satisfy your highness and the entreaties
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Of our most gracious mistress.
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The entreaties of your mistress! satisfy!
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Let that suffice. I have trusted thee, Camillo,
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With all the nearest things to my heart, as well
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My chamber-councils, wherein, priest-like, thou
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Hast cleansed my bosom, I from thee departed
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Thy penitent reform'd: but we have been
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Deceived in thy integrity, deceived
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In that which seems so.
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Be it forbid, my lord!
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To bide upon't, thou art not honest, or,
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If thou inclinest that way, thou art a coward,
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Which hoxes honesty behind, restraining
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From course required; or else thou must be counted
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A servant grafted in my serious trust
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And therein negligent; or else a fool
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That seest a game play'd home, the rich stake drawn,
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And takest it all for jest.
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My gracious lord,
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I may be negligent, foolish and fearful;
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In every one of these no man is free,
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But that his negligence, his folly, fear,
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Among the infinite doings of the world,
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Sometime puts forth. In your affairs, my lord,
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If ever I were wilful-negligent,
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It was my folly; if industriously
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I play'd the fool, it was my negligence,
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Not weighing well the end; if ever fearful
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To do a thing, where I the issue doubted,
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Where of the execution did cry out
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Against the non-performance, 'twas a fear
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Which oft infects the wisest: these, my lord,
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Are such allow'd infirmities that honesty
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Is never free of. But, beseech your grace,
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Be plainer with me; let me know my trespass
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By its own visage: if I then deny it,
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'Tis none of mine.
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Ha' not you seen, Camillo,--
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But that's past doubt, you have, or your eye-glass
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Is thicker than a cuckold's horn,--or heard,--
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For to a vision so apparent rumour
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Cannot be mute,--or thought,--for cogitation
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Resides not in that man that does not think,--
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My wife is slippery? If thou wilt confess,
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Or else be impudently negative,
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To have nor eyes nor ears nor thought, then say
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My wife's a hobby-horse, deserves a name
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As rank as any flax-wench that puts to
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Before her troth-plight: say't and justify't.
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I would not be a stander-by to hear
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My sovereign mistress clouded so, without
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My present vengeance taken: 'shrew my heart,
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You never spoke what did become you less
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Than this; which to reiterate were sin
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As deep as that, though true.
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Is whispering nothing?
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Is leaning cheek to cheek? is meeting noses?
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Kissing with inside lip? stopping the career
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Of laughing with a sigh?--a note infallible
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Of breaking honesty--horsing foot on foot?
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Skulking in corners? wishing clocks more swift?
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Hours, minutes? noon, midnight? and all eyes
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Blind with the pin and web but theirs, theirs only,
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That would unseen be wicked? is this nothing?
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Why, then the world and all that's in't is nothing;
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The covering sky is nothing; Bohemia nothing;
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My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings,
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If this be nothing.
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Good my lord, be cured
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Of this diseased opinion, and betimes;
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For 'tis most dangerous.
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Say it be, 'tis true.
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No, no, my lord.
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It is; you lie, you lie:
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I say thou liest, Camillo, and I hate thee,
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Pronounce thee a gross lout, a mindless slave,
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Or else a hovering temporizer, that
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Canst with thine eyes at once see good and evil,
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Inclining to them both: were my wife's liver
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Infected as her life, she would not live
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The running of one glass.
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Who does infect her?
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Why, he that wears her like a medal, hanging
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About his neck, Bohemia: who, if I
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Had servants true about me, that bare eyes
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To see alike mine honour as their profits,
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Their own particular thrifts, they would do that
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Which should undo more doing: ay, and thou,
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His cupbearer,--whom I from meaner form
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Have benched and reared to worship, who mayst see
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Plainly as heaven sees earth and earth sees heaven,
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How I am galled,--mightst bespice a cup,
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To give mine enemy a lasting wink;
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Which draught to me were cordial.
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Sir, my lord,
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I could do this, and that with no rash potion,
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But with a lingering dram that should not work
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Maliciously like poison: but I cannot
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Believe this crack to be in my dread mistress,
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So sovereignly being honourable.
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I have loved thee,--
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Make that thy question, and go rot!
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Dost think I am so muddy, so unsettled,
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To appoint myself in this vexation, sully
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The purity and whiteness of my sheets,
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Which to preserve is sleep, which being spotted
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Is goads, thorns, nettles, tails of wasps,
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Give scandal to the blood o' the prince my son,
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Who I do think is mine and love as mine,
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Without ripe moving to't? Would I do this?
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Could man so blench?
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I must believe you, sir:
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I do; and will fetch off Bohemia for't;
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Provided that, when he's removed, your highness
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Will take again your queen as yours at first,
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Even for your son's sake; and thereby for sealing
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The injury of tongues in courts and kingdoms
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Known and allied to yours.
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Thou dost advise me
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Even so as I mine own course have set down:
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I'll give no blemish to her honour, none.
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My lord,
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Go then; and with a countenance as clear
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As friendship wears at feasts, keep with Bohemia
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And with your queen. I am his cupbearer:
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If from me he have wholesome beverage,
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Account me not your servant.
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This is all:
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Do't and thou hast the one half of my heart;
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Do't not, thou split'st thine own.
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I'll do't, my lord.
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I will seem friendly, as thou hast advised me.
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O miserable lady! But, for me,
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What case stand I in? I must be the poisoner
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Of good Polixenes; and my ground to do't
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Is the obedience to a master, one
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Who in rebellion with himself will have
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All that are his so too. To do this deed,
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Promotion follows. If I could find example
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Of thousands that had struck anointed kings
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And flourish'd after, I'ld not do't; but since
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Nor brass nor stone nor parchment bears not one,
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Let villany itself forswear't. I must
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Forsake the court: to do't, or no, is certain
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To me a break-neck. Happy star, reign now!
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Here comes Bohemia.
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This is strange: methinks
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My favour here begins to warp. Not speak?
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Good day, Camillo.
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Hail, most royal sir!
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What is the news i' the court?
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None rare, my lord.
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The king hath on him such a countenance
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As he had lost some province and a region
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Loved as he loves himself: even now I met him
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With customary compliment; when he,
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Wafting his eyes to the contrary and falling
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A lip of much contempt, speeds from me and
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So leaves me to consider what is breeding
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That changeth thus his manners.
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I dare not know, my lord.
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How! dare not! do not. Do you know, and dare not?
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Be intelligent to me: 'tis thereabouts;
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For, to yourself, what you do know, you must.
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And cannot say, you dare not. Good Camillo,
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Your changed complexions are to me a mirror
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Which shows me mine changed too; for I must be
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A party in this alteration, finding
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Myself thus alter'd with 't.
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There is a sickness
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Which puts some of us in distemper, but
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I cannot name the disease; and it is caught
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Of you that yet are well.
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How! caught of me!
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Make me not sighted like the basilisk:
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I have look'd on thousands, who have sped the better
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By my regard, but kill'd none so. Camillo,--
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As you are certainly a gentleman, thereto
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Clerk-like experienced, which no less adorns
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Our gentry than our parents' noble names,
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In whose success we are gentle,--I beseech you,
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If you know aught which does behove my knowledge
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Thereof to be inform'd, imprison't not
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In ignorant concealment.
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I may not answer.
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A sickness caught of me, and yet I well!
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I must be answer'd. Dost thou hear, Camillo,
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I conjure thee, by all the parts of man
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Which honour does acknowledge, whereof the least
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Is not this suit of mine, that thou declare
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What incidency thou dost guess of harm
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Is creeping toward me; how far off, how near;
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Which way to be prevented, if to be;
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If not, how best to bear it.
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Sir, I will tell you;
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Since I am charged in honour and by him
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That I think honourable: therefore mark my counsel,
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Which must be even as swiftly follow'd as
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I mean to utter it, or both yourself and me
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Cry lost, and so good night!
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On, good Camillo.
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I am appointed him to murder you.
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By whom, Camillo?
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By the king.
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For what?
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He thinks, nay, with all confidence he swears,
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As he had seen't or been an instrument
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To vice you to't, that you have touch'd his queen
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O, then my best blood turn
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To an infected jelly and my name
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Be yoked with his that did betray the Best!
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Turn then my freshest reputation to
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A savour that may strike the dullest nostril
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Where I arrive, and my approach be shunn'd,
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Nay, hated too, worse than the great'st infection
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That e'er was heard or read!
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Swear his thought over
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By each particular star in heaven and
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By all their influences, you may as well
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Forbid the sea for to obey the moon
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As or by oath remove or counsel shake
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The fabric of his folly, whose foundation
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Is piled upon his faith and will continue
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The standing of his body.
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How should this grow?
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I know not: but I am sure 'tis safer to
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Avoid what's grown than question how 'tis born.
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If therefore you dare trust my honesty,
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That lies enclosed in this trunk which you
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Shall bear along impawn'd, away to-night!
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Your followers I will whisper to the business,
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And will by twos and threes at several posterns
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Clear them o' the city. For myself, I'll put
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My fortunes to your service, which are here
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By this discovery lost. Be not uncertain;
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For, by the honour of my parents, I
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Have utter'd truth: which if you seek to prove,
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I dare not stand by; nor shall you be safer
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Than one condemn'd by the king's own mouth, thereon
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His execution sworn.
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I do believe thee:
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I saw his heart in 's face. Give me thy hand:
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Be pilot to me and thy places shall
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Still neighbour mine. My ships are ready and
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My people did expect my hence departure
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Two days ago. This jealousy
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Is for a precious creature: as she's rare,
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Must it be great, and as his person's mighty,
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Must it be violent, and as he does conceive
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He is dishonour'd by a man which ever
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Profess'd to him, why, his revenges must
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In that be made more bitter. Fear o'ershades me:
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Good expedition be my friend, and comfort
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The gracious queen, part of his theme, but nothing
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Of his ill-ta'en suspicion! Come, Camillo;
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I will respect thee as a father if
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Thou bear'st my life off hence: let us avoid.
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It is in mine authority to command
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The keys of all the posterns: please your highness
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To take the urgent hour. Come, sir, away.
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Act II

Act 2 of The Winter's Tale begins with the introduction of a group of shepherds who are discussing the King's marriage and the possibility of a son. They are interrupted by the entrance of Autolycus, a rogue who is dressed as a peddler and is trying to sell his wares. He manages to charm the shepherds and convince them to buy his goods.

Meanwhile, in the court, King Leontes is still convinced that his wife, Hermione, is having an affair with his best friend, Polixenes. He orders for Polixenes to be killed, but Polixenes manages to escape with the help of Camillo, a loyal servant who is horrified by the King's actions. Leontes then orders for Hermione to be put on trial for adultery.

In the second half of the act, the trial takes place. Hermione pleads her innocence, but Leontes refuses to believe her and orders for her to be taken away to prison. The scene is interrupted by the news that Hermione has given birth to a daughter. Leontes is convinced that the child is not his and orders for it to be abandoned in the wilderness.

The act ends with the introduction of a new character, Antigonus, who is sent to carry out Leontes' orders and abandon the baby. However, Antigonus is attacked by a bear and is killed, leaving the baby alone in the wilderness.

SCENE I. A room in LEONTES' palace.

The second act of "The Winter's Tale" begins with a scene in which two characters, Polixenes and Camillo, are discussing the nature of their relationship. Polixenes is the king of Bohemia and Camillo is his advisor and friend. Polixenes is preparing to return home after a long visit with his friend King Leontes of Sicilia. However, Leontes has asked Camillo to convince Polixenes to stay a little longer. Camillo, who is loyal to both kings, is hesitant to betray his friend's confidence.

Despite his reservations, Camillo agrees to try to persuade Polixenes to stay. He suggests that they go for a walk in the countryside, where they can enjoy the beauty of nature and talk in private. Polixenes agrees, and they set off together.

As they walk, Camillo becomes more and more anxious about his mission. He finally admits to Polixenes that Leontes has asked him to convince Polixenes to stay, but he insists that he is only doing so because he cares about both kings. Polixenes is angry and hurt by this revelation, and he accuses Camillo of betraying his trust.

Despite this setback, Polixenes agrees to stay a little longer. He and Camillo continue their walk, but their conversation is strained and uncomfortable. Camillo is consumed with guilt and regret, and Polixenes is angry and suspicious.

The scene ends with both men feeling uneasy and uncertain about the future. Polixenes is unsure whether he can trust Camillo, and Camillo is torn between his loyalty to his friend and his duty to his king. The tension between the two men sets the stage for the rest of the play, which will explore themes of betrayal, forgiveness, and redemption.


Take the boy to you: he so troubles me,
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'Tis past enduring.
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First Lady
Come, my gracious lord,
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Shall I be your playfellow?
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No, I'll none of you.
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First Lady
Why, my sweet lord?
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You'll kiss me hard and speak to me as if
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I were a baby still. I love you better.
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Second Lady
And why so, my lord?
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Not for because
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Your brows are blacker; yet black brows, they say,
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Become some women best, so that there be not
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Too much hair there, but in a semicircle
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Or a half-moon made with a pen.
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Second Lady
Who taught you this?
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I learnt it out of women's faces. Pray now
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What colour are your eyebrows?
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First Lady
Blue, my lord.
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Nay, that's a mock: I have seen a lady's nose
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That has been blue, but not her eyebrows.
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First Lady
Hark ye;
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The queen your mother rounds apace: we shall
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Present our services to a fine new prince
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One of these days; and then you'ld wanton with us,
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If we would have you.
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Second Lady
She is spread of late
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Into a goodly bulk: good time encounter her!
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What wisdom stirs amongst you? Come, sir, now
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I am for you again: pray you, sit by us,
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And tell 's a tale.
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Merry or sad shall't be?
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As merry as you will.
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A sad tale's best for winter: I have one
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Of sprites and goblins.
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Let's have that, good sir.
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Come on, sit down: come on, and do your best
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To fright me with your sprites; you're powerful at it.
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There was a man--
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Nay, come, sit down; then on.
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Dwelt by a churchyard: I will tell it softly;
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Yond crickets shall not hear it.
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Come on, then,
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And give't me in mine ear.
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Enter LEONTES, with ANTIGONUS, Lords and others

Was he met there? his train? Camillo with him?
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First Lord
Behind the tuft of pines I met them; never
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Saw I men scour so on their way: I eyed them
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Even to their ships.
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How blest am I
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In my just censure, in my true opinion!
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Alack, for lesser knowledge! how accursed
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In being so blest! There may be in the cup
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A spider steep'd, and one may drink, depart,
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And yet partake no venom, for his knowledge
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Is not infected: but if one present
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The abhorr'd ingredient to his eye, make known
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How he hath drunk, he cracks his gorge, his sides,
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With violent hefts. I have drunk,
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and seen the spider.
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Camillo was his help in this, his pander:
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There is a plot against my life, my crown;
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All's true that is mistrusted: that false villain
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Whom I employ'd was pre-employ'd by him:
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He has discover'd my design, and I
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Remain a pinch'd thing; yea, a very trick
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For them to play at will. How came the posterns
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So easily open?
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First Lord
By his great authority;
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Which often hath no less prevail'd than so
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On your command.
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I know't too well.
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Give me the boy: I am glad you did not nurse him:
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Though he does bear some signs of me, yet you
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Have too much blood in him.
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What is this? sport?
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Bear the boy hence; he shall not come about her;
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Away with him! and let her sport herself
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With that she's big with; for 'tis Polixenes
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Has made thee swell thus.
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But I'ld say he had not,
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And I'll be sworn you would believe my saying,
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Howe'er you lean to the nayward.
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You, my lords,
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Look on her, mark her well; be but about
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To say 'she is a goodly lady,' and
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The justice of your bearts will thereto add
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'Tis pity she's not honest, honourable:'
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Praise her but for this her without-door form,
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Which on my faith deserves high speech, and straight
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The shrug, the hum or ha, these petty brands
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That calumny doth use--O, I am out--
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That mercy does, for calumny will sear
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Virtue itself: these shrugs, these hums and ha's,
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When you have said 'she's goodly,' come between
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Ere you can say 'she's honest:' but be 't known,
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From him that has most cause to grieve it should be,
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She's an adulteress.
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Should a villain say so,
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The most replenish'd villain in the world,
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He were as much more villain: you, my lord,
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Do but mistake.
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You have mistook, my lady,
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Polixenes for Leontes: O thou thing!
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Which I'll not call a creature of thy place,
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Lest barbarism, making me the precedent,
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Should a like language use to all degrees
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And mannerly distinguishment leave out
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Betwixt the prince and beggar: I have said
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She's an adulteress; I have said with whom:
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More, she's a traitor and Camillo is
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A federary with her, and one that knows
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What she should shame to know herself
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But with her most vile principal, that she's
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A bed-swerver, even as bad as those
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That vulgars give bold'st titles, ay, and privy
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To this their late escape.
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No, by my life.
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Privy to none of this. How will this grieve you,
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When you shall come to clearer knowledge, that
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You thus have publish'd me! Gentle my lord,
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You scarce can right me throughly then to say
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You did mistake.
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No; if I mistake
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In those foundations which I build upon,
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The centre is not big enough to bear
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A school-boy's top. Away with her! to prison!
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He who shall speak for her is afar off guilty
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But that he speaks.
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There's some ill planet reigns:
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I must be patient till the heavens look
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With an aspect more favourable. Good my lords,
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I am not prone to weeping, as our sex
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Commonly are; the want of which vain dew
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Perchance shall dry your pities: but I have
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That honourable grief lodged here which burns
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Worse than tears drown: beseech you all, my lords,
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With thoughts so qualified as your charities
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Shall best instruct you, measure me; and so
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The king's will be perform'd!
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Shall I be heard?
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Who is't that goes with me? Beseech your highness,
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My women may be with me; for you see
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My plight requires it. Do not weep, good fools;
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There is no cause: when you shall know your mistress
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Has deserved prison, then abound in tears
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As I come out: this action I now go on
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Is for my better grace. Adieu, my lord:
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I never wish'd to see you sorry; now
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I trust I shall. My women, come; you have leave.
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Go, do our bidding; hence!
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Exit HERMIONE, guarded; with Ladies

First Lord
Beseech your highness, call the queen again.
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Be certain what you do, sir, lest your justice
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Prove violence; in the which three great ones suffer,
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Yourself, your queen, your son.
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First Lord
For her, my lord,
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I dare my life lay down and will do't, sir,
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Please you to accept it, that the queen is spotless
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I' the eyes of heaven and to you; I mean,
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In this which you accuse her.
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If it prove
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She's otherwise, I'll keep my stables where
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I lodge my wife; I'll go in couples with her;
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Than when I feel and see her no farther trust her;
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For every inch of woman in the world,
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Ay, every dram of woman's flesh is false, If she be.
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Hold your peaces.
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First Lord
Good my lord,--
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It is for you we speak, not for ourselves:
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You are abused and by some putter-on
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That will be damn'd for't; would I knew the villain,
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I would land-damn him. Be she honour-flaw'd,
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I have three daughters; the eldest is eleven
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The second and the third, nine, and some five;
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If this prove true, they'll pay for't:
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by mine honour,
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I'll geld 'em all; fourteen they shall not see,
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To bring false generations: they are co-heirs;
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And I had rather glib myself than they
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Should not produce fair issue.
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Cease; no more.
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You smell this business with a sense as cold
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As is a dead man's nose: but I do see't and feel't
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As you feel doing thus; and see withal
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The instruments that feel.
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If it be so,
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We need no grave to bury honesty:
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There's not a grain of it the face to sweeten
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Of the whole dungy earth.
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What! lack I credit?
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First Lord
I had rather you did lack than I, my lord,
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Upon this ground; and more it would content me
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To have her honour true than your suspicion,
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Be blamed for't how you might.
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Why, what need we
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Commune with you of this, but rather follow
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Our forceful instigation? Our prerogative
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Calls not your counsels, but our natural goodness
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Imparts this; which if you, or stupefied
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Or seeming so in skill, cannot or will not
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Relish a truth like us, inform yourselves
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We need no more of your advice: the matter,
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The loss, the gain, the ordering on't, is all
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Properly ours.
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And I wish, my liege,
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You had only in your silent judgment tried it,
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Without more overture.
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How could that be?
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Either thou art most ignorant by age,
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Or thou wert born a fool. Camillo's flight,
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Added to their familiarity,
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Which was as gross as ever touch'd conjecture,
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That lack'd sight only, nought for approbation
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But only seeing, all other circumstances
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Made up to the deed, doth push on this proceeding:
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Yet, for a greater confirmation,
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For in an act of this importance 'twere
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Most piteous to be wild, I have dispatch'd in post
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To sacred Delphos, to Apollo's temple,
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Cleomenes and Dion, whom you know
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Of stuff'd sufficiency: now from the oracle
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They will bring all; whose spiritual counsel had,
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Shall stop or spur me. Have I done well?
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First Lord
Well done, my lord.
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Though I am satisfied and need no more
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Than what I know, yet shall the oracle
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Give rest to the minds of others, such as he
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Whose ignorant credulity will not
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Come up to the truth. So have we thought it good
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From our free person she should be confined,
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Lest that the treachery of the two fled hence
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Be left her to perform. Come, follow us;
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We are to speak in public; for this business
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Will raise us all.
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To laughter, as I take it,
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If the good truth were known.
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SCENE II. A prison.

Scene 2 of Act 2 begins with Polixenes, the King of Bohemia, and Perdita, the daughter of the King of Sicily, engaging in a conversation about flowers. Polixenes is amazed by the beauty of the flowers in Perdita's garden, and she explains to him that she loves them because they are the only things that can grow in winter.

As they continue talking, Polixenes becomes increasingly interested in Perdita and her background. She tells him that she was found as a baby and raised by a shepherd, but she doesn't know who her real parents are. Polixenes is skeptical of her story but seems to be charmed by her nonetheless.

Just as their conversation is getting more personal, the shepherd, who raised Perdita, enters the scene. He is surprised to see the King there and quickly becomes nervous. Polixenes asks the shepherd about Perdita's background, and the shepherd tells him that he found her as a baby and has raised her as his own daughter.

Polixenes is angry that the shepherd has kept Perdita's true identity a secret and accuses him of being part of a plot to overthrow him. The shepherd denies any wrongdoing and begs for forgiveness, but Polixenes remains unconvinced.

As the scene ends, Perdita is left alone, reflecting on the strange turn of events. She wonders why the King is so interested in her and what her true identity might be.

Enter PAULINA, a Gentleman, and Attendants

The keeper of the prison, call to him;
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let him have knowledge who I am.
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Good lady,
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No court in Europe is too good for thee;
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What dost thou then in prison?
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Now, good sir,
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You know me, do you not?
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For a worthy lady
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And one whom much I honour.
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Pray you then,
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Conduct me to the queen.
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I may not, madam:
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To the contrary I have express commandment.
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Here's ado,
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To lock up honesty and honour from
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The access of gentle visitors!
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Is't lawful, pray you,
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To see her women? any of them? Emilia?
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So please you, madam,
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To put apart these your attendants, I
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Shall bring Emilia forth.
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I pray now, call her.
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Withdraw yourselves.
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Exeunt Gentleman and Attendants

And, madam,
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I must be present at your conference.
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Well, be't so, prithee.
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Here's such ado to make no stain a stain
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As passes colouring.
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Dear gentlewoman,
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How fares our gracious lady?
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As well as one so great and so forlorn
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May hold together: on her frights and griefs,
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Which never tender lady hath born greater,
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She is something before her time deliver'd.
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A daughter, and a goodly babe,
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Lusty and like to live: the queen receives
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Much comfort in't; says 'My poor prisoner,
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I am innocent as you.'
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I dare be sworn
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These dangerous unsafe lunes i' the king,
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beshrew them!
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He must be told on't, and he shall: the office
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Becomes a woman best; I'll take't upon me:
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If I prove honey-mouth'd let my tongue blister
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And never to my red-look'd anger be
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The trumpet any more. Pray you, Emilia,
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Commend my best obedience to the queen:
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If she dares trust me with her little babe,
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I'll show't the king and undertake to be
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Her advocate to the loud'st. We do not know
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How he may soften at the sight o' the child:
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The silence often of pure innocence
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Persuades when speaking fails.
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Most worthy madam,
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Your honour and your goodness is so evident
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That your free undertaking cannot miss
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A thriving issue: there is no lady living
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So meet for this great errand. Please your ladyship
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To visit the next room, I'll presently
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Acquaint the queen of your most noble offer;
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Who but to-day hammer'd of this design,
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But durst not tempt a minister of honour,
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Lest she should be denied.
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Tell her, Emilia.
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I'll use that tongue I have: if wit flow from't
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As boldness from my bosom, let 't not be doubted
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I shall do good.
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Now be you blest for it!
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I'll to the queen: please you,
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come something nearer.
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Madam, if't please the queen to send the babe,
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I know not what I shall incur to pass it,
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Having no warrant.
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You need not fear it, sir:
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This child was prisoner to the womb and is
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By law and process of great nature thence
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Freed and enfranchised, not a party to
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The anger of the king nor guilty of,
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If any be, the trespass of the queen.
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I do believe it.
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Do not you fear: upon mine honour,
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I will stand betwixt you and danger.
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SCENE III. A room in LEONTES' palace.

Scene 3 of Act 2 begins with the entrance of Autolycus, a rogue and trickster, disguised as a peddler. He sings a song and then proceeds to sell his goods to the shepherd and his son. The shepherd is hesitant to buy anything, but Autolycus convinces him to purchase a lace for his wife.

As Autolycus continues to sell his wares, he notices the shepherd's son has a flute. He convinces the boy to trade the flute for a more valuable item, a ballad. The shepherd is angry when he realizes what has happened, but Autolycus manages to smooth things over and makes another sale.

After Autolycus leaves, the shepherd and his son discuss the trade they just made, with the boy feeling guilty for giving up his flute. The shepherd tells his son that he should not worry, as he can always make a new one from a reed in the field.

The scene ends with the entrance of Polixenes, the King of Bohemia, disguised as a shepherd. He greets the shepherd and his son, and they invite him to stay with them for the night.

Enter LEONTES, ANTIGONUS, Lords, and Servants

Nor night nor day no rest: it is but weakness
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To bear the matter thus; mere weakness. If
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The cause were not in being,--part o' the cause,
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She the adulteress; for the harlot king
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Is quite beyond mine arm, out of the blank
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And level of my brain, plot-proof; but she
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I can hook to me: say that she were gone,
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Given to the fire, a moiety of my rest
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Might come to me again. Who's there?
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First Servant
My lord?
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How does the boy?
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First Servant
He took good rest to-night;
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'Tis hoped his sickness is discharged.
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To see his nobleness!
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Conceiving the dishonour of his mother,
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He straight declined, droop'd, took it deeply,
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Fasten'd and fix'd the shame on't in himself,
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Threw off his spirit, his appetite, his sleep,
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And downright languish'd. Leave me solely: go,
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See how he fares.
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Fie, fie! no thought of him:
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The thought of my revenges that way
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Recoil upon me: in himself too mighty,
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And in his parties, his alliance; let him be
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Until a time may serve: for present vengeance,
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Take it on her. Camillo and Polixenes
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Laugh at me, make their pastime at my sorrow:
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They should not laugh if I could reach them, nor
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Shall she within my power.
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Enter PAULINA, with a child

First Lord
You must not enter.
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Nay, rather, good my lords, be second to me:
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Fear you his tyrannous passion more, alas,
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Than the queen's life? a gracious innocent soul,
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More free than he is jealous.
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That's enough.
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Second Servant
Madam, he hath not slept tonight; commanded
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None should come at him.
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Not so hot, good sir:
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I come to bring him sleep. 'Tis such as you,
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That creep like shadows by him and do sigh
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At each his needless heavings, such as you
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Nourish the cause of his awaking: I
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Do come with words as medicinal as true,
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Honest as either, to purge him of that humour
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That presses him from sleep.
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What noise there, ho?
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No noise, my lord; but needful conference
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About some gossips for your highness.
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Away with that audacious lady! Antigonus,
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I charged thee that she should not come about me:
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I knew she would.
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I told her so, my lord,
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On your displeasure's peril and on mine,
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She should not visit you.
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What, canst not rule her?
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From all dishonesty he can: in this,
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Unless he take the course that you have done,
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Commit me for committing honour, trust it,
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He shall not rule me.
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La you now, you hear:
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When she will take the rein I let her run;
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But she'll not stumble.
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Good my liege, I come;
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And, I beseech you, hear me, who profess
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Myself your loyal servant, your physician,
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Your most obedient counsellor, yet that dare
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Less appear so in comforting your evils,
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Than such as most seem yours: I say, I come
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From your good queen.
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Good queen!
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Good queen, my lord,
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Good queen; I say good queen;
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And would by combat make her good, so were I
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A man, the worst about you.
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Force her hence.
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Let him that makes but trifles of his eyes
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First hand me: on mine own accord I'll off;
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But first I'll do my errand. The good queen,
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For she is good, hath brought you forth a daughter;
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Here 'tis; commends it to your blessing.
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Laying down the child

A mankind witch! Hence with her, out o' door:
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A most intelligencing bawd!
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Not so:
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I am as ignorant in that as you
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In so entitling me, and no less honest
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Than you are mad; which is enough, I'll warrant,
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As this world goes, to pass for honest.
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Will you not push her out? Give her the bastard.
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Thou dotard! thou art woman-tired, unroosted
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By thy dame Partlet here. Take up the bastard;
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Take't up, I say; give't to thy crone.
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For ever
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Unvenerable be thy hands, if thou
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Takest up the princess by that forced baseness
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Which he has put upon't!
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He dreads his wife.
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So I would you did; then 'twere past all doubt
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You'ld call your children yours.
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A nest of traitors!
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I am none, by this good light.
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Nor I, nor any
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But one that's here, and that's himself, for he
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The sacred honour of himself, his queen's,
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His hopeful son's, his babe's, betrays to slander,
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Whose sting is sharper than the sword's;
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and will not--
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For, as the case now stands, it is a curse
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He cannot be compell'd to't--once remove
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The root of his opinion, which is rotten
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As ever oak or stone was sound.
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A callat
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Of boundless tongue, who late hath beat her husband
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And now baits me! This brat is none of mine;
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It is the issue of Polixenes:
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Hence with it, and together with the dam
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Commit them to the fire!
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It is yours;
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And, might we lay the old proverb to your charge,
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So like you, 'tis the worse. Behold, my lords,
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Although the print be little, the whole matter
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And copy of the father, eye, nose, lip,
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The trick of's frown, his forehead, nay, the valley,
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The pretty dimples of his chin and cheek,
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His smiles,
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The very mould and frame of hand, nail, finger:
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And thou, good goddess Nature, which hast made it
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So like to him that got it, if thou hast
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The ordering of the mind too, 'mongst all colours
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No yellow in't, lest she suspect, as he does,
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Her children not her husband's!
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A gross hag
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And, lozel, thou art worthy to be hang'd,
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That wilt not stay her tongue.
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Hang all the husbands
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That cannot do that feat, you'll leave yourself
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Hardly one subject.
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Once more, take her hence.
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A most unworthy and unnatural lord
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Can do no more.
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I'll ha' thee burnt.
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I care not:
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It is an heretic that makes the fire,
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Not she which burns in't. I'll not call you tyrant;
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But this most cruel usage of your queen,
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Not able to produce more accusation
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Than your own weak-hinged fancy, something savours
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Of tyranny and will ignoble make you,
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Yea, scandalous to the world.
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On your allegiance,
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Out of the chamber with her! Were I a tyrant,
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Where were her life? she durst not call me so,
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If she did know me one. Away with her!
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I pray you, do not push me; I'll be gone.
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Look to your babe, my lord; 'tis yours:
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Jove send her
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A better guiding spirit! What needs these hands?
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You, that are thus so tender o'er his follies,
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Will never do him good, not one of you.
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So, so: farewell; we are gone.
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Thou, traitor, hast set on thy wife to this.
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My child? away with't! Even thou, that hast
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A heart so tender o'er it, take it hence
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And see it instantly consumed with fire;
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Even thou and none but thou. Take it up straight:
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Within this hour bring me word 'tis done,
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And by good testimony, or I'll seize thy life,
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With what thou else call'st thine. If thou refuse
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And wilt encounter with my wrath, say so;
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The bastard brains with these my proper hands
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Shall I dash out. Go, take it to the fire;
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For thou set'st on thy wife.
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I did not, sir:
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These lords, my noble fellows, if they please,
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Can clear me in't.
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We can: my royal liege,
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He is not guilty of her coming hither.
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You're liars all.
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First Lord
Beseech your highness, give us better credit:
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We have always truly served you, and beseech you
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So to esteem of us, and on our knees we beg,
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As recompense of our dear services
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Past and to come, that you do change this purpose,
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Which being so horrible, so bloody, must
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Lead on to some foul issue: we all kneel.
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I am a feather for each wind that blows:
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Shall I live on to see this bastard kneel
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And call me father? better burn it now
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Than curse it then. But be it; let it live.
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It shall not neither. You, sir, come you hither;
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You that have been so tenderly officious
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With Lady Margery, your midwife there,
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To save this bastard's life,--for 'tis a bastard,
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So sure as this beard's grey,
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--what will you adventure
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To save this brat's life?
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Any thing, my lord,
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That my ability may undergo
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And nobleness impose: at least thus much:
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I'll pawn the little blood which I have left
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To save the innocent: any thing possible.
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It shall be possible. Swear by this sword
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Thou wilt perform my bidding.
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I will, my lord.
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Mark and perform it, see'st thou! for the fail
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Of any point in't shall not only be
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Death to thyself but to thy lewd-tongued wife,
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Whom for this time we pardon. We enjoin thee,
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As thou art liege-man to us, that thou carry
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This female bastard hence and that thou bear it
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To some remote and desert place quite out
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Of our dominions, and that there thou leave it,
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Without more mercy, to its own protection
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And favour of the climate. As by strange fortune
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It came to us, I do in justice charge thee,
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On thy soul's peril and thy body's torture,
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That thou commend it strangely to some place
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Where chance may nurse or end it. Take it up.
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I swear to do this, though a present death
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Had been more merciful. Come on, poor babe:
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Some powerful spirit instruct the kites and ravens
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To be thy nurses! Wolves and bears, they say
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Casting their savageness aside have done
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Like offices of pity. Sir, be prosperous
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In more than this deed does require! And blessing
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Against this cruelty fight on thy side,
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Poor thing, condemn'd to loss!
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Exit with the child

No, I'll not rear
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Another's issue.
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Enter a Servant

Please your highness, posts
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From those you sent to the oracle are come
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An hour since: Cleomenes and Dion,
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Being well arrived from Delphos, are both landed,
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Hasting to the court.
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First Lord
So please you, sir, their speed
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Hath been beyond account.
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Twenty-three days
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They have been absent: 'tis good speed; foretells
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The great Apollo suddenly will have
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The truth of this appear. Prepare you, lords;
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Summon a session, that we may arraign
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Our most disloyal lady, for, as she hath
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Been publicly accused, so shall she have
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A just and open trial. While she lives
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My heart will be a burthen to me. Leave me,
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And think upon my bidding.
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Act 3 of The Winter's Tale begins with a discussion between Polixenes and Camillo about their plan to head back to Bohemia. However, Leontes, who has become increasingly unhinged, insists that they stay for a little longer.

Meanwhile, Perdita, the daughter of Hermione and Leontes who was abandoned as a baby, is preparing for a sheep-shearing festival. Florizel, the son of Polixenes, arrives at the festival and falls in love with Perdita. They dance together, but Polixenes soon discovers their relationship and becomes angry.

As Perdita and Florizel run away to escape Polixenes' wrath, they meet Autolycus, a rogue who tries to scam them. He convinces them to buy some trinkets and then leaves. However, he is later caught by the local authorities and is sentenced to be whipped.

Back at the palace, Leontes continues to spiral out of control. He refuses to believe that Hermione is innocent and accuses her of being a witch. However, a group of messengers arrives with news that Perdita is alive and well and is planning to marry Florizel.

Leontes is overjoyed and decides to forgive everyone, including Hermione. He sends word to Polixenes to attend the wedding and everything seems to be going well. However, at the end of the act, we are left wondering what will happen next as the play takes a surprising turn.

SCENE I. A sea-port in Sicilia.

Act 3 Scene 1 begins with Hermione being brought before the court to stand trial for adultery and treason. Leontes, the King, is convinced that she has been unfaithful and that the child she is carrying is not his. Despite her pleas of innocence and the protests of her friends, including Paulina, Leontes remains unmoved and orders the trial to proceed.

During the trial, Hermione is accused of having an affair with Polixenes, the King of Bohemia, and plotting to kill Leontes. However, when asked to provide evidence, Leontes' advisor Camillo testifies that there is no basis for the accusations and that Hermione is innocent. Leontes, realizing his mistake, begs for forgiveness and asks Hermione for a chance to make amends.

Paulina, who has been a staunch defender of Hermione throughout the trial, presents a statue of Hermione to Leontes, which comes to life and reveals that she has been innocent all along. The statue also introduces Leontes to their daughter, who has been alive and well the entire time. Leontes is overcome with emotion and is reunited with his wife and daughter, while Paulina chides him for his unfounded accusations and lack of faith.


The climate's delicate, the air most sweet,
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Fertile the isle, the temple much surpassing
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The common praise it bears.
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I shall report,
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For most it caught me, the celestial habits,
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Methinks I so should term them, and the reverence
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Of the grave wearers. O, the sacrifice!
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How ceremonious, solemn and unearthly
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It was i' the offering!
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But of all, the burst
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And the ear-deafening voice o' the oracle,
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Kin to Jove's thunder, so surprised my sense.
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That I was nothing.
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If the event o' the journey
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Prove as successful to the queen,--O be't so!--
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As it hath been to us rare, pleasant, speedy,
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The time is worth the use on't.
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Great Apollo
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Turn all to the best! These proclamations,
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So forcing faults upon Hermione,
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I little like.
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The violent carriage of it
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Will clear or end the business: when the oracle,
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Thus by Apollo's great divine seal'd up,
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Shall the contents discover, something rare
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Even then will rush to knowledge. Go: fresh horses!
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And gracious be the issue!
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SCENE II. A court of Justice.

Scene 2 of Act 3 takes place in a courtroom where the accused Queen is on trial for treason. The King, who is presiding over the trial, is torn between his love for his wife and his duty to uphold the law. The Queen's accuser, a powerful lord named Leontes, presents his case with conviction, claiming that the Queen has committed adultery with his best friend. The Queen denies the accusations, but her defense is weak and she is unable to convince the court of her innocence.

As the trial proceeds, the tension in the courtroom grows. The King is visibly upset and struggles to maintain his composure. The witnesses are called to the stand and give conflicting testimonies, further complicating the case. Despite the lack of concrete evidence, Leontes remains adamant in his accusations and demands that the Queen be punished for her alleged crimes.

In the end, the King is forced to make a difficult decision. He cannot ignore the evidence that has been presented, but he also cannot bear the thought of losing his wife. After much deliberation, he decides to banish the Queen from his kingdom, rather than condemn her to death. The Queen accepts her fate, but not before proclaiming her innocence one last time. The scene ends with the Queen departing, leaving behind a devastated King and a troubled court.

Enter LEONTES, Lords, and Officers

This sessions, to our great grief we pronounce,
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Even pushes 'gainst our heart: the party tried
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The daughter of a king, our wife, and one
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Of us too much beloved. Let us be clear'd
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Of being tyrannous, since we so openly
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Proceed in justice, which shall have due course,
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Even to the guilt or the purgation.
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Produce the prisoner.
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It is his highness' pleasure that the queen
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Appear in person here in court. Silence!
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Enter HERMIONE guarded; PAULINA and Ladies attending

Read the indictment.
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(Reads) Hermione, queen to the worthy
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Leontes, king of Sicilia, thou art here accused and
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arraigned of high treason, in committing adultery
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with Polixenes, king of Bohemia, and conspiring
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with Camillo to take away the life of our sovereign
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lord the king, thy royal husband: the pretence
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whereof being by circumstances partly laid open,
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thou, Hermione, contrary to the faith and allegiance
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of a true subject, didst counsel and aid them, for
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their better safety, to fly away by night.
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Since what I am to say must be but that
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Which contradicts my accusation and
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The testimony on my part no other
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But what comes from myself, it shall scarce boot me
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To say 'not guilty:' mine integrity
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Being counted falsehood, shall, as I express it,
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Be so received. But thus: if powers divine
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Behold our human actions, as they do,
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I doubt not then but innocence shall make
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False accusation blush and tyranny
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Tremble at patience. You, my lord, best know,
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Who least will seem to do so, my past life
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Hath been as continent, as chaste, as true,
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As I am now unhappy; which is more
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Than history can pattern, though devised
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And play'd to take spectators. For behold me
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A fellow of the royal bed, which owe
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A moiety of the throne a great king's daughter,
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The mother to a hopeful prince, here standing
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To prate and talk for life and honour 'fore
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Who please to come and hear. For life, I prize it
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As I weigh grief, which I would spare: for honour,
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'Tis a derivative from me to mine,
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And only that I stand for. I appeal
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To your own conscience, sir, before Polixenes
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Came to your court, how I was in your grace,
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How merited to be so; since he came,
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With what encounter so uncurrent I
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Have strain'd to appear thus: if one jot beyond
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The bound of honour, or in act or will
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That way inclining, harden'd be the hearts
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Of all that hear me, and my near'st of kin
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Cry fie upon my grave!
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I ne'er heard yet
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That any of these bolder vices wanted
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Less impudence to gainsay what they did
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Than to perform it first.
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That's true enough;
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Through 'tis a saying, sir, not due to me.
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You will not own it.
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More than mistress of
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Which comes to me in name of fault, I must not
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At all acknowledge. For Polixenes,
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With whom I am accused, I do confess
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I loved him as in honour he required,
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With such a kind of love as might become
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A lady like me, with a love even such,
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So and no other, as yourself commanded:
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Which not to have done I think had been in me
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Both disobedience and ingratitude
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To you and toward your friend, whose love had spoke,
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Even since it could speak, from an infant, freely
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That it was yours. Now, for conspiracy,
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I know not how it tastes; though it be dish'd
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For me to try how: all I know of it
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Is that Camillo was an honest man;
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And why he left your court, the gods themselves,
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Wotting no more than I, are ignorant.
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You knew of his departure, as you know
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What you have underta'en to do in's absence.
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You speak a language that I understand not:
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My life stands in the level of your dreams,
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Which I'll lay down.
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Your actions are my dreams;
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You had a bastard by Polixenes,
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And I but dream'd it. As you were past all shame,--
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Those of your fact are so--so past all truth:
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Which to deny concerns more than avails; for as
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Thy brat hath been cast out, like to itself,
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No father owning it,--which is, indeed,
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More criminal in thee than it,--so thou
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Shalt feel our justice, in whose easiest passage
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Look for no less than death.
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Sir, spare your threats:
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The bug which you would fright me with I seek.
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To me can life be no commodity:
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The crown and comfort of my life, your favour,
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I do give lost; for I do feel it gone,
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But know not how it went. My second joy
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And first-fruits of my body, from his presence
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I am barr'd, like one infectious. My third comfort
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Starr'd most unluckily, is from my breast,
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The innocent milk in its most innocent mouth,
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Haled out to murder: myself on every post
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Proclaimed a strumpet: with immodest hatred
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The child-bed privilege denied, which 'longs
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To women of all fashion; lastly, hurried
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Here to this place, i' the open air, before
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I have got strength of limit. Now, my liege,
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Tell me what blessings I have here alive,
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That I should fear to die? Therefore proceed.
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But yet hear this: mistake me not; no life,
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I prize it not a straw, but for mine honour,
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Which I would free, if I shall be condemn'd
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Upon surmises, all proofs sleeping else
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But what your jealousies awake, I tell you
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'Tis rigor and not law. Your honours all,
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I do refer me to the oracle:
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Apollo be my judge!
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First Lord
This your request
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Is altogether just: therefore bring forth,
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And in Apollos name, his oracle.
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Exeunt certain Officers

The Emperor of Russia was my father:
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O that he were alive, and here beholding
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His daughter's trial! that he did but see
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The flatness of my misery, yet with eyes
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Of pity, not revenge!
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Re-enter Officers, with CLEOMENES and DION

You here shall swear upon this sword of justice,
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That you, Cleomenes and Dion, have
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Been both at Delphos, and from thence have brought
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The seal'd-up oracle, by the hand deliver'd
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Of great Apollo's priest; and that, since then,
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You have not dared to break the holy seal
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Nor read the secrets in't.
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All this we swear.
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Break up the seals and read.
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(Reads) Hermione is chaste;
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Polixenes blameless; Camillo a true subject; Leontes
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a jealous tyrant; his innocent babe truly begotten;
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and the king shall live without an heir, if that
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which is lost be not found.
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Now blessed be the great Apollo!
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Hast thou read truth?
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Ay, my lord; even so
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As it is here set down.
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There is no truth at all i' the oracle:
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The sessions shall proceed: this is mere falsehood.
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Enter Servant

My lord the king, the king!
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What is the business?
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O sir, I shall be hated to report it!
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The prince your son, with mere conceit and fear
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Of the queen's speed, is gone.
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How! gone!
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Is dead.
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Apollo's angry; and the heavens themselves
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Do strike at my injustice.
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How now there!
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This news is mortal to the queen: look down
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And see what death is doing.
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Take her hence:
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Her heart is but o'ercharged; she will recover:
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I have too much believed mine own suspicion:
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Beseech you, tenderly apply to her
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Some remedies for life.
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Apollo, pardon
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My great profaneness 'gainst thine oracle!
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I'll reconcile me to Polixenes,
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New woo my queen, recall the good Camillo,
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Whom I proclaim a man of truth, of mercy;
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For, being transported by my jealousies
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To bloody thoughts and to revenge, I chose
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Camillo for the minister to poison
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My friend Polixenes: which had been done,
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But that the good mind of Camillo tardied
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My swift command, though I with death and with
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Reward did threaten and encourage him,
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Not doing 't and being done: he, most humane
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And fill'd with honour, to my kingly guest
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Unclasp'd my practise, quit his fortunes here,
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Which you knew great, and to the hazard
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Of all encertainties himself commended,
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No richer than his honour: how he glisters
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Thorough my rust! and how his pity
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Does my deeds make the blacker!
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Re-enter PAULINA

Woe the while!
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O, cut my lace, lest my heart, cracking it,
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Break too.
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First Lord
What fit is this, good lady?
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What studied torments, tyrant, hast for me?
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What wheels? racks? fires? what flaying? boiling?
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In leads or oils? what old or newer torture
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Must I receive, whose every word deserves
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To taste of thy most worst? Thy tyranny
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Together working with thy jealousies,
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Fancies too weak for boys, too green and idle
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For girls of nine, O, think what they have done
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And then run mad indeed, stark mad! for all
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Thy by-gone fooleries were but spices of it.
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That thou betray'dst Polixenes,'twas nothing;
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That did but show thee, of a fool, inconstant
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And damnable ingrateful: nor was't much,
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Thou wouldst have poison'd good Camillo's honour,
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To have him kill a king: poor trespasses,
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More monstrous standing by: whereof I reckon
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The casting forth to crows thy baby-daughter
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To be or none or little; though a devil
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Would have shed water out of fire ere done't:
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Nor is't directly laid to thee, the death
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Of the young prince, whose honourable thoughts,
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Thoughts high for one so tender, cleft the heart
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That could conceive a gross and foolish sire
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Blemish'd his gracious dam: this is not, no,
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Laid to thy answer: but the last,--O lords,
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When I have said, cry 'woe!' the queen, the queen,
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The sweet'st, dear'st creature's dead,
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and vengeance for't
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Not dropp'd down yet.
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First Lord
The higher powers forbid!
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I say she's dead; I'll swear't. If word nor oath
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Prevail not, go and see: if you can bring
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Tincture or lustre in her lip, her eye,
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Heat outwardly or breath within, I'll serve you
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As I would do the gods. But, O thou tyrant!
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Do not repent these things, for they are heavier
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Than all thy woes can stir; therefore betake thee
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To nothing but despair. A thousand knees
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Ten thousand years together, naked, fasting,
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Upon a barren mountain and still winter
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In storm perpetual, could not move the gods
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To look that way thou wert.
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Go on, go on
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Thou canst not speak too much; I have deserved
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All tongues to talk their bitterest.
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First Lord
Say no more:
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Howe'er the business goes, you have made fault
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I' the boldness of your speech.
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I am sorry for't:
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All faults I make, when I shall come to know them,
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I do repent. Alas! I have show'd too much
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The rashness of a woman: he is touch'd
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To the noble heart. What's gone and what's past help
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Should be past grief: do not receive affliction
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At my petition; I beseech you, rather
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Let me be punish'd, that have minded you
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Of what you should forget. Now, good my liege
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Sir, royal sir, forgive a foolish woman:
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The love I bore your queen--lo, fool again!--
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I'll speak of her no more, nor of your children;
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I'll not remember you of my own lord,
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Who is lost too: take your patience to you,
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And I'll say nothing.
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Thou didst speak but well
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When most the truth; which I receive much better
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Than to be pitied of thee. Prithee, bring me
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To the dead bodies of my queen and son:
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One grave shall be for both: upon them shall
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The causes of their death appear, unto
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Our shame perpetual. Once a day I'll visit
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The chapel where they lie, and tears shed there
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Shall be my recreation: so long as nature
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Will bear up with this exercise, so long
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I daily vow to use it. Come and lead me
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Unto these sorrows.
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SCENE III. Bohemia. A desert country near the sea.

In Scene 3 of Act 3, the Queen's loyal lady, Paulina, confronts the King about his treatment of his wife, Queen Hermione. She shows him a statue of Hermione and he is moved to tears by her beauty, but then becomes angry when he thinks Paulina has deceived him by creating the statue. He orders her to be arrested, but then the statue comes to life and it is revealed that Hermione is alive and well. The King is overjoyed and begs for forgiveness from his wife.

Enter ANTIGONUS with a Child, and a Mariner

Thou art perfect then, our ship hath touch'd upon
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The deserts of Bohemia?
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Ay, my lord: and fear
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We have landed in ill time: the skies look grimly
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And threaten present blusters. In my conscience,
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The heavens with that we have in hand are angry
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And frown upon 's.
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Their sacred wills be done! Go, get aboard;
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Look to thy bark: I'll not be long before
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I call upon thee.
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Make your best haste, and go not
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Too far i' the land: 'tis like to be loud weather;
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Besides, this place is famous for the creatures
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Of prey that keep upon't.
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Go thou away:
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I'll follow instantly.
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I am glad at heart
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To be so rid o' the business.
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Come, poor babe:
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I have heard, but not believed,
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the spirits o' the dead
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May walk again: if such thing be, thy mother
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Appear'd to me last night, for ne'er was dream
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So like a waking. To me comes a creature,
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Sometimes her head on one side, some another;
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I never saw a vessel of like sorrow,
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So fill'd and so becoming: in pure white robes,
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Like very sanctity, she did approach
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My cabin where I lay; thrice bow'd before me,
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And gasping to begin some speech, her eyes
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Became two spouts: the fury spent, anon
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Did this break-from her: 'Good Antigonus,
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Since fate, against thy better disposition,
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Hath made thy person for the thrower-out
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Of my poor babe, according to thine oath,
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Places remote enough are in Bohemia,
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There weep and leave it crying; and, for the babe
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Is counted lost for ever, Perdita,
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I prithee, call't. For this ungentle business
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Put on thee by my lord, thou ne'er shalt see
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Thy wife Paulina more.' And so, with shrieks
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She melted into air. Affrighted much,
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I did in time collect myself and thought
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This was so and no slumber. Dreams are toys:
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Yet for this once, yea, superstitiously,
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I will be squared by this. I do believe
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Hermione hath suffer'd death, and that
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Apollo would, this being indeed the issue
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Of King Polixenes, it should here be laid,
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Either for life or death, upon the earth
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Of its right father. Blossom, speed thee well!
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There lie, and there thy character: there these;
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Which may, if fortune please, both breed thee, pretty,
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And still rest thine. The storm begins; poor wretch,
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That for thy mother's fault art thus exposed
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To loss and what may follow! Weep I cannot,
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But my heart bleeds; and most accursed am I
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To be by oath enjoin'd to this. Farewell!
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The day frowns more and more: thou'rt like to have
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A lullaby too rough: I never saw
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The heavens so dim by day. A savage clamour!
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Well may I get aboard! This is the chase:
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I am gone for ever.
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Exit, pursued by a bear

Enter a Shepherd

I would there were no age between sixteen and
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three-and-twenty, or that youth would sleep out the
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rest; for there is nothing in the between but
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getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry,
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stealing, fighting--Hark you now! Would any but
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these boiled brains of nineteen and two-and-twenty
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hunt this weather? They have scared away two of my
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best sheep, which I fear the wolf will sooner find
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than the master: if any where I have them, 'tis by
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the seaside, browsing of ivy. Good luck, an't be thy
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will what have we here! Mercy on 's, a barne a very
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pretty barne! A boy or a child, I wonder? A
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pretty one; a very pretty one: sure, some 'scape:
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though I am not bookish, yet I can read
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waiting-gentlewoman in the 'scape. This has been
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some stair-work, some trunk-work, some
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behind-door-work: they were warmer that got this
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than the poor thing is here. I'll take it up for
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pity: yet I'll tarry till my son come; he hallooed
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but even now. Whoa, ho, hoa!
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Enter Clown

Hilloa, loa!
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What, art so near? If thou'lt see a thing to talk
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on when thou art dead and rotten, come hither. What
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ailest thou, man?
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I have seen two such sights, by sea and by land!
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but I am not to say it is a sea, for it is now the
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sky: betwixt the firmament and it you cannot thrust
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a bodkin's point.
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Why, boy, how is it?
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I would you did but see how it chafes, how it rages,
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how it takes up the shore! but that's not the
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point. O, the most piteous cry of the poor souls!
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sometimes to see 'em, and not to see 'em; now the
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ship boring the moon with her main-mast, and anon
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swallowed with yest and froth, as you'ld thrust a
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cork into a hogshead. And then for the
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land-service, to see how the bear tore out his
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shoulder-bone; how he cried to me for help and said
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his name was Antigonus, a nobleman. But to make an
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end of the ship, to see how the sea flap-dragoned
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it: but, first, how the poor souls roared, and the
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sea mocked them; and how the poor gentleman roared
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and the bear mocked him, both roaring louder than
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the sea or weather.
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Name of mercy, when was this, boy?
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Now, now: I have not winked since I saw these
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sights: the men are not yet cold under water, nor
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the bear half dined on the gentleman: he's at it
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Would I had been by, to have helped the old man!
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I would you had been by the ship side, to have
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helped her: there your charity would have lacked footing.
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Heavy matters! heavy matters! but look thee here,
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boy. Now bless thyself: thou mettest with things
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dying, I with things newborn. Here's a sight for
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thee; look thee, a bearing-cloth for a squire's
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child! look thee here; take up, take up, boy;
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open't. So, let's see: it was told me I should be
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rich by the fairies. This is some changeling:
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open't. What's within, boy?
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You're a made old man: if the sins of your youth
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are forgiven you, you're well to live. Gold! all gold!
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This is fairy gold, boy, and 'twill prove so: up
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with't, keep it close: home, home, the next way.
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We are lucky, boy; and to be so still requires
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nothing but secrecy. Let my sheep go: come, good
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boy, the next way home.
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Go you the next way with your findings. I'll go see
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if the bear be gone from the gentleman and how much
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he hath eaten: they are never curst but when they
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are hungry: if there be any of him left, I'll bury
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That's a good deed. If thou mayest discern by that
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which is left of him what he is, fetch me to the
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sight of him.
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Marry, will I; and you shall help to put him i' the ground.
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'Tis a lucky day, boy, and we'll do good deeds on't.
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Act IV

Act 4 of The Winter's Tale begins with a conversation between Autolycus and a shepherd. They discuss the upcoming sheep shearing festival, which is where Perdita will be presented as a potential bride for Florizel. Meanwhile, Polixenes and Camillo are searching for Florizel, who they fear has run away with Perdita. They come across the shepherd's house and observe the preparations for the festival.

Perdita and Florizel arrive, disguised as peasants, and are welcomed by the shepherd and his son. Perdita presents flowers to the guests, including Polixenes, who is taken aback by her beauty. However, he remains suspicious and confronts Florizel about his intentions towards Perdita. Florizel confesses his love and desire to marry her, even if it means losing his royal status.

Polixenes is furious and threatens to disown Florizel if he goes through with the marriage. He orders Camillo to arrest Perdita and the shepherd, but Camillo instead helps them escape to Sicily. There, they are welcomed by Leontes, who has been haunted by the memory of his lost daughter.

Leontes is overjoyed to see Perdita and recognizes her as his own daughter. He is also moved by Florizel's devotion and agrees to their marriage. The play ends with a happy reunion between the families and the promise of a bright future.


Act 4, Scene 1 is set in a courtroom where Leontes, the King, sits on his throne, and Hermione, his wife, stands accused of adultery and treason. Leontes is convinced that the child Hermione is carrying is not his and that she has had an affair with his childhood friend, Polixenes. Hermione denies the accusations and pleads with Leontes to believe her, but he is unyielding, and the court proceeds with a trial.

Several witnesses are called to testify, including Antigonus, a lord who claims to have witnessed Hermione's infidelity. However, when questioned by Hermione's defense counsel, Paulina, Antigonus admits that he did not see anything and was merely repeating rumors. Leontes is still unconvinced and orders that the newborn baby be taken away and left in a desolate place to die.

After the court adjourns, Paulina visits Hermione in her prison cell and reveals that she has a statue of Hermione made in her likeness. Paulina tells Hermione that the statue will be put on display in the court and that it will prove her innocence. Hermione is doubtful, but Paulina insists that Leontes will be unable to deny the statue's resemblance to her.

Act 4, Scene 1 is a pivotal moment in the play, as it marks the climax of Leontes' jealousy and paranoia. The trial scene is tense and dramatic, with the audience unsure of Hermione's fate. The introduction of the statue adds an element of mystery and intrigue, leaving the audience wondering how Leontes will react to seeing it. Overall, Act 4, Scene 1 sets the stage for the play's resolution, as Leontes' actions have caused him to lose everything he once held dear, and he must seek redemption and forgiveness.

Enter Time, the Chorus

I, that please some, try all, both joy and terror
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Of good and bad, that makes and unfolds error,
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Now take upon me, in the name of Time,
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To use my wings. Impute it not a crime
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To me or my swift passage, that I slide
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O'er sixteen years and leave the growth untried
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Of that wide gap, since it is in my power
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To o'erthrow law and in one self-born hour
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To plant and o'erwhelm custom. Let me pass
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The same I am, ere ancient'st order was
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Or what is now received: I witness to
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The times that brought them in; so shall I do
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To the freshest things now reigning and make stale
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The glistering of this present, as my tale
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Now seems to it. Your patience this allowing,
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I turn my glass and give my scene such growing
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As you had slept between: Leontes leaving,
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The effects of his fond jealousies so grieving
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That he shuts up himself, imagine me,
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Gentle spectators, that I now may be
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In fair Bohemia, and remember well,
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I mentioned a son o' the king's, which Florizel
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I now name to you; and with speed so pace
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To speak of Perdita, now grown in grace
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Equal with wondering: what of her ensues
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I list not prophecy; but let Time's news
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Be known when 'tis brought forth.
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A shepherd's daughter,
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And what to her adheres, which follows after,
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Is the argument of Time. Of this allow,
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If ever you have spent time worse ere now;
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If never, yet that Time himself doth say
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He wishes earnestly you never may.
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SCENE II. Bohemia. The palace of POLIXENES.

In Scene 2 of Act 4, a shepherd and his son are discussing a foundling that they took in many years ago. The son wants to know who the child's parents are, but the shepherd tells him that they found the child in the woods and have no idea who the parents are. They discuss the child's appearance and how he seems to be of noble birth based on his clothing.

Just then, Autolycus enters and tries to sell them some trinkets. The shepherd's son recognizes him as a thief and accuses him of stealing a hawk from them. Autolycus denies it and manages to charm the shepherd and his son into buying some of his wares.

After Autolycus leaves, the shepherd reveals to his son that he knows who the foundling's parents are. He explains that he was visited by a man many years ago who was distraught over losing his son. The man gave the shepherd a box and told him to leave it in a certain spot in the woods. When the shepherd followed the man's instructions, he found the baby inside the box.

The shepherd decides that it is time to reveal the truth to the foundling, who is now a young man. They go to the court and present the young man to the king, who immediately recognizes him as his long-lost son. The king is overjoyed and embraces his son, and all of the characters are reunited in a happy ending.


I pray thee, good Camillo, be no more importunate:
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'tis a sickness denying thee any thing; a death to
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grant this.
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It is fifteen years since I saw my country: though
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I have for the most part been aired abroad, I
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desire to lay my bones there. Besides, the penitent
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king, my master, hath sent for me; to whose feeling
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sorrows I might be some allay, or I o'erween to
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think so, which is another spur to my departure.
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As thou lovest me, Camillo, wipe not out the rest of
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thy services by leaving me now: the need I have of
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thee thine own goodness hath made; better not to
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have had thee than thus to want thee: thou, having
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made me businesses which none without thee can
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sufficiently manage, must either stay to execute
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them thyself or take away with thee the very
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services thou hast done; which if I have not enough
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considered, as too much I cannot, to be more
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thankful to thee shall be my study, and my profit
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therein the heaping friendships. Of that fatal
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country, Sicilia, prithee speak no more; whose very
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naming punishes me with the remembrance of that
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penitent, as thou callest him, and reconciled king,
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my brother; whose loss of his most precious queen
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and children are even now to be afresh lamented.
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Say to me, when sawest thou the Prince Florizel, my
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son? Kings are no less unhappy, their issue not
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being gracious, than they are in losing them when
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they have approved their virtues.
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Sir, it is three days since I saw the prince. What
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his happier affairs may be, are to me unknown: but I
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have missingly noted, he is of late much retired
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from court and is less frequent to his princely
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exercises than formerly he hath appeared.
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I have considered so much, Camillo, and with some
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care; so far that I have eyes under my service which
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look upon his removedness; from whom I have this
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intelligence, that he is seldom from the house of a
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most homely shepherd; a man, they say, that from
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very nothing, and beyond the imagination of his
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neighbours, is grown into an unspeakable estate.
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I have heard, sir, of such a man, who hath a
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daughter of most rare note: the report of her is
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extended more than can be thought to begin from such a cottage.
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That's likewise part of my intelligence; but, I
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fear, the angle that plucks our son thither. Thou
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shalt accompany us to the place; where we will, not
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appearing what we are, have some question with the
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shepherd; from whose simplicity I think it not
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uneasy to get the cause of my son's resort thither.
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Prithee, be my present partner in this business, and
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lay aside the thoughts of Sicilia.
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I willingly obey your command.
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My best Camillo! We must disguise ourselves.
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SCENE III. A road near the Shepherd's cottage.

In Scene 3 of Act 4, a shepherd and his son find a baby girl abandoned in the countryside. The shepherd decides to raise the child as his own daughter, and they name her Perdita. Fast forward sixteen years, and Perdita has grown into a beautiful young woman. The shepherd and his son are planning a feast to celebrate her birthday.

Meanwhile, the King's son, Prince Florizel, has fallen in love with Perdita and plans to attend the shepherd's feast in disguise. His father, the King, is furious when he finds out and confronts the young couple at the feast. The King demands that his son abandon Perdita and return to his royal duties, but Florizel is determined to marry her.

When the King threatens to disown Florizel, a wise old man named Camillo steps in to mediate the situation. Camillo convinces the King to hear Florizel and Perdita out, and they make a passionate argument in defense of their love. Eventually, the King relents and gives his blessing for their marriage.

The scene ends with the King and his court departing, leaving Florizel and Perdita to celebrate their love and future together.

Enter AUTOLYCUS, singing

When daffodils begin to peer,
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With heigh! the doxy over the dale,
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Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year;
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For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale.
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The white sheet bleaching on the hedge,
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With heigh! the sweet birds, O, how they sing!
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Doth set my pugging tooth on edge;
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For a quart of ale is a dish for a king.
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The lark, that tirra-lyra chants,
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With heigh! with heigh! the thrush and the jay,
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Are summer songs for me and my aunts,
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While we lie tumbling in the hay.
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I have served Prince Florizel and in my time
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wore three-pile; but now I am out of service:
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But shall I go mourn for that, my dear?
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The pale moon shines by night:
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And when I wander here and there,
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I then do most go right.
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If tinkers may have leave to live,
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And bear the sow-skin budget,
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Then my account I well may, give,
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And in the stocks avouch it.
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My traffic is sheets; when the kite builds, look to
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lesser linen. My father named me Autolycus; who
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being, as I am, littered under Mercury, was likewise
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a snapper-up of unconsidered trifles. With die and
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drab I purchased this caparison, and my revenue is
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the silly cheat. Gallows and knock are too powerful
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on the highway: beating and hanging are terrors to
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me: for the life to come, I sleep out the thought
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of it. A prize! a prize!
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Enter Clown

Let me see: every 'leven wether tods; every tod
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yields pound and odd shilling; fifteen hundred
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shorn. what comes the wool to?
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If the springe hold, the cock's mine.
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I cannot do't without counters. Let me see; what am
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I to buy for our sheep-shearing feast? Three pound
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of sugar, five pound of currants, rice,--what will
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this sister of mine do with rice? But my father
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hath made her mistress of the feast, and she lays it
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on. She hath made me four and twenty nose-gays for
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the shearers, three-man-song-men all, and very good
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ones; but they are most of them means and bases; but
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one puritan amongst them, and he sings psalms to
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horn-pipes. I must have saffron to colour the warden
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pies; mace; dates?--none, that's out of my note;
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nutmegs, seven; a race or two of ginger, but that I
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may beg; four pound of prunes, and as many of
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raisins o' the sun.
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O that ever I was born!
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Grovelling on the ground

I' the name of me--
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O, help me, help me! pluck but off these rags; and
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then, death, death!
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Alack, poor soul! thou hast need of more rags to lay
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on thee, rather than have these off.
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O sir, the loathsomeness of them offends me more
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than the stripes I have received, which are mighty
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ones and millions.
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Alas, poor man! a million of beating may come to a
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great matter.
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I am robbed, sir, and beaten; my money and apparel
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ta'en from me, and these detestable things put upon
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What, by a horseman, or a footman?
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A footman, sweet sir, a footman.
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Indeed, he should be a footman by the garments he
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has left with thee: if this be a horseman's coat,
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it hath seen very hot service. Lend me thy hand,
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I'll help thee: come, lend me thy hand.
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O, good sir, tenderly, O!
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Alas, poor soul!
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O, good sir, softly, good sir! I fear, sir, my
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shoulder-blade is out.
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How now! canst stand?
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(Picking his pocket)
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Softly, dear sir; good sir, softly. You ha' done me
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a charitable office.
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Dost lack any money? I have a little money for thee.
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No, good sweet sir; no, I beseech you, sir: I have
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a kinsman not past three quarters of a mile hence,
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unto whom I was going; I shall there have money, or
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any thing I want: offer me no money, I pray you;
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that kills my heart.
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What manner of fellow was he that robbed you?
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A fellow, sir, that I have known to go about with
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troll-my-dames; I knew him once a servant of the
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prince: I cannot tell, good sir, for which of his
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virtues it was, but he was certainly whipped out of the court.
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His vices, you would say; there's no virtue whipped
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out of the court: they cherish it to make it stay
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there; and yet it will no more but abide.
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Vices, I would say, sir. I know this man well: he
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hath been since an ape-bearer; then a
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process-server, a bailiff; then he compassed a
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motion of the Prodigal Son, and married a tinker's
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wife within a mile where my land and living lies;
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and, having flown over many knavish professions, he
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settled only in rogue: some call him Autolycus.
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Out upon him! prig, for my life, prig: he haunts
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wakes, fairs and bear-baitings.
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Very true, sir; he, sir, he; that's the rogue that
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put me into this apparel.
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Not a more cowardly rogue in all Bohemia: if you had
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but looked big and spit at him, he'ld have run.
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I must confess to you, sir, I am no fighter: I am
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false of heart that way; and that he knew, I warrant
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How do you now?
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Sweet sir, much better than I was; I can stand and
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walk: I will even take my leave of you, and pace
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softly towards my kinsman's.
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Shall I bring thee on the way?
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No, good-faced sir; no, sweet sir.
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Then fare thee well: I must go buy spices for our
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Prosper you, sweet sir!
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Your purse is not hot enough to purchase your spice.
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I'll be with you at your sheep-shearing too: if I
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make not this cheat bring out another and the
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shearers prove sheep, let me be unrolled and my name
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put in the book of virtue!
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Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way,
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And merrily hent the stile-a:
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A merry heart goes all the day,
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Your sad tires in a mile-a.
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SCENE IV. The Shepherd's cottage.

In Scene 4 of Act 4, a shepherd and his son enter with a newborn baby girl. The shepherd explains to his son that he found the baby on the shore and decided to raise her as his own, believing that her parents abandoned her. The son is skeptical and questions the shepherd about the circumstances surrounding the baby's discovery.

Just then, the shepherd receives a message from the King's court summoning him to appear before the King. The shepherd and his son bring the baby with them to the court, where the King and his attendants are gathered.

The King questions the shepherd about the baby's origins and the shepherd tells his story. The King then realizes that the baby is actually his own daughter, who he believed was killed years ago on his orders.

The King is overjoyed to be reunited with his daughter and asks for forgiveness from his wife, who he falsely accused of infidelity and had imprisoned. The Queen is also overjoyed at the return of their daughter and forgives her husband.

The play ends with a sense of reconciliation and forgiveness between the characters, and the joyous celebration of the reunion of the family.


These your unusual weeds to each part of you
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Do give a life: no shepherdess, but Flora
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Peering in April's front. This your sheep-shearing
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Is as a meeting of the petty gods,
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And you the queen on't.
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Sir, my gracious lord,
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To chide at your extremes it not becomes me:
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O, pardon, that I name them! Your high self,
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The gracious mark o' the land, you have obscured
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With a swain's wearing, and me, poor lowly maid,
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Most goddess-like prank'd up: but that our feasts
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In every mess have folly and the feeders
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Digest it with a custom, I should blush
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To see you so attired, sworn, I think,
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To show myself a glass.
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I bless the time
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When my good falcon made her flight across
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Thy father's ground.
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Now Jove afford you cause!
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To me the difference forges dread; your greatness
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Hath not been used to fear. Even now I tremble
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To think your father, by some accident,
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Should pass this way as you did: O, the Fates!
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How would he look, to see his work so noble
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Vilely bound up? What would he say? Or how
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Should I, in these my borrow'd flaunts, behold
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The sternness of his presence?
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Nothing but jollity. The gods themselves,
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Humbling their deities to love, have taken
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The shapes of beasts upon them: Jupiter
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Became a bull, and bellow'd; the green Neptune
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A ram, and bleated; and the fire-robed god,
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Golden Apollo, a poor humble swain,
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As I seem now. Their transformations
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Were never for a piece of beauty rarer,
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Nor in a way so chaste, since my desires
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Run not before mine honour, nor my lusts
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Burn hotter than my faith.
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O, but, sir,
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Your resolution cannot hold, when 'tis
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Opposed, as it must be, by the power of the king:
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One of these two must be necessities,
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Which then will speak, that you must
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change this purpose,
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Or I my life.
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Thou dearest Perdita,
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With these forced thoughts, I prithee, darken not
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The mirth o' the feast. Or I'll be thine, my fair,
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Or not my father's. For I cannot be
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Mine own, nor any thing to any, if
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I be not thine. To this I am most constant,
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Though destiny say no. Be merry, gentle;
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Strangle such thoughts as these with any thing
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That you behold the while. Your guests are coming:
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Lift up your countenance, as it were the day
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Of celebration of that nuptial which
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We two have sworn shall come.
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O lady Fortune,
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Stand you auspicious!
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See, your guests approach:
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Address yourself to entertain them sprightly,
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And let's be red with mirth.
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Enter Shepherd, Clown, MOPSA, DORCAS, and others, with POLIXENES and CAMILLO disguised

Fie, daughter! when my old wife lived, upon
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This day she was both pantler, butler, cook,
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Both dame and servant; welcomed all, served all;
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Would sing her song and dance her turn; now here,
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At upper end o' the table, now i' the middle;
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On his shoulder, and his; her face o' fire
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With labour and the thing she took to quench it,
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She would to each one sip. You are retired,
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As if you were a feasted one and not
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The hostess of the meeting: pray you, bid
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These unknown friends to's welcome; for it is
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A way to make us better friends, more known.
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Come, quench your blushes and present yourself
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That which you are, mistress o' the feast: come on,
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And bid us welcome to your sheep-shearing,
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As your good flock shall prosper.
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(To POLIXENES) Sir, welcome:
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It is my father's will I should take on me
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The hostess-ship o' the day.
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You're welcome, sir.
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Give me those flowers there, Dorcas. Reverend sirs,
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For you there's rosemary and rue; these keep
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Seeming and savour all the winter long:
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Grace and remembrance be to you both,
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And welcome to our shearing!
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A fair one are you--well you fit our ages
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With flowers of winter.
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Sir, the year growing ancient,
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Not yet on summer's death, nor on the birth
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Of trembling winter, the fairest
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flowers o' the season
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Are our carnations and streak'd gillyvors,
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Which some call nature's bastards: of that kind
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Our rustic garden's barren; and I care not
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To get slips of them.
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Wherefore, gentle maiden,
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Do you neglect them?
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For I have heard it said
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There is an art which in their piedness shares
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With great creating nature.
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Say there be;
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Yet nature is made better by no mean
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But nature makes that mean: so, over that art
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Which you say adds to nature, is an art
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That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry
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A gentler scion to the wildest stock,
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And make conceive a bark of baser kind
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By bud of nobler race: this is an art
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Which does mend nature, change it rather, but
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The art itself is nature.
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So it is.
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Then make your garden rich in gillyvors,
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And do not call them bastards.
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I'll not put
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The dibble in earth to set one slip of them;
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No more than were I painted I would wish
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This youth should say 'twere well and only therefore
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Desire to breed by me. Here's flowers for you;
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Hot lavender, mints, savoury, marjoram;
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The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun
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And with him rises weeping: these are flowers
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Of middle summer, and I think they are given
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To men of middle age. You're very welcome.
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I should leave grazing, were I of your flock,
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And only live by gazing.
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Out, alas!
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You'd be so lean, that blasts of January
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Would blow you through and through.
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Now, my fair'st friend,
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I would I had some flowers o' the spring that might
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Become your time of day; and yours, and yours,
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That wear upon your virgin branches yet
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Your maidenheads growing: O Proserpina,
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For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall
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From Dis's waggon! daffodils,
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That come before the swallow dares, and take
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The winds of March with beauty; violets dim,
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But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes
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Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses
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That die unmarried, ere they can behold
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Bight Phoebus in his strength--a malady
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Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and
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The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds,
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The flower-de-luce being one! O, these I lack,
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To make you garlands of, and my sweet friend,
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To strew him o'er and o'er!
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What, like a corse?
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No, like a bank for love to lie and play on;
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Not like a corse; or if, not to be buried,
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But quick and in mine arms. Come, take your flowers:
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Methinks I play as I have seen them do
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In Whitsun pastorals: sure this robe of mine
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Does change my disposition.
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What you do
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Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet.
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I'ld have you do it ever: when you sing,
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I'ld have you buy and sell so, so give alms,
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Pray so; and, for the ordering your affairs,
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To sing them too: when you do dance, I wish you
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A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do
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Nothing but that; move still, still so,
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And own no other function: each your doing,
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So singular in each particular,
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Crowns what you are doing in the present deed,
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That all your acts are queens.
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O Doricles,
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Your praises are too large: but that your youth,
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And the true blood which peepeth fairly through't,
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Do plainly give you out an unstain'd shepherd,
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With wisdom I might fear, my Doricles,
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You woo'd me the false way.
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I think you have
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As little skill to fear as I have purpose
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To put you to't. But come; our dance, I pray:
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Your hand, my Perdita: so turtles pair,
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That never mean to part.
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I'll swear for 'em.
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This is the prettiest low-born lass that ever
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Ran on the green-sward: nothing she does or seems
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But smacks of something greater than herself,
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Too noble for this place.
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He tells her something
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That makes her blood look out: good sooth, she is
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The queen of curds and cream.
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Come on, strike up!
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Mopsa must be your mistress: marry, garlic,
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To mend her kissing with!
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Now, in good time!
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Not a word, a word; we stand upon our manners.
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Come, strike up!
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Music. Here a dance of Shepherds and Shepherdesses

Pray, good shepherd, what fair swain is this
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Which dances with your daughter?
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They call him Doricles; and boasts himself
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To have a worthy feeding: but I have it
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Upon his own report and I believe it;
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He looks like sooth. He says he loves my daughter:
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I think so too; for never gazed the moon
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Upon the water as he'll stand and read
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As 'twere my daughter's eyes: and, to be plain.
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I think there is not half a kiss to choose
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Who loves another best.
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She dances featly.
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So she does any thing; though I report it,
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That should be silent: if young Doricles
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Do light upon her, she shall bring him that
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Which he not dreams of.
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Enter Servant

O master, if you did but hear the pedlar at the
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door, you would never dance again after a tabour and
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pipe; no, the bagpipe could not move you: he sings
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several tunes faster than you'll tell money; he
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utters them as he had eaten ballads and all men's
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ears grew to his tunes.
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He could never come better; he shall come in. I
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love a ballad but even too well, if it be doleful
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matter merrily set down, or a very pleasant thing
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indeed and sung lamentably.
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He hath songs for man or woman, of all sizes; no
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milliner can so fit his customers with gloves: he
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has the prettiest love-songs for maids; so without
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bawdry, which is strange; with such delicate
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burthens of dildos and fadings, 'jump her and thump
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her;' and where some stretch-mouthed rascal would,
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as it were, mean mischief and break a foul gap into
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the matter, he makes the maid to answer 'Whoop, do me
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no harm, good man;' puts him off, slights him, with
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'Whoop, do me no harm, good man.'
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This is a brave fellow.
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Believe me, thou talkest of an admirable conceited
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fellow. Has he any unbraided wares?
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He hath ribbons of an the colours i' the rainbow;
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points more than all the lawyers in Bohemia can
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learnedly handle, though they come to him by the
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gross: inkles, caddisses, cambrics, lawns: why, he
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sings 'em over as they were gods or goddesses; you
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would think a smock were a she-angel, he so chants
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to the sleeve-hand and the work about the square on't.
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Prithee bring him in; and let him approach singing.
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Forewarn him that he use no scurrilous words in 's tunes.
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Exit Servant

You have of these pedlars, that have more in them
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than you'ld think, sister.
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Ay, good brother, or go about to think.
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Enter AUTOLYCUS, singing

Lawn as white as driven snow;
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Cyprus black as e'er was crow;
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Gloves as sweet as damask roses;
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Masks for faces and for noses;
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Bugle bracelet, necklace amber,
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Perfume for a lady's chamber;
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Golden quoifs and stomachers,
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For my lads to give their dears:
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Pins and poking-sticks of steel,
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What maids lack from head to heel:
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Come buy of me, come; come buy, come buy;
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Buy lads, or else your lasses cry: Come buy.
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If I were not in love with Mopsa, thou shouldst take
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no money of me; but being enthralled as I am, it
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will also be the bondage of certain ribbons and gloves.
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I was promised them against the feast; but they come
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not too late now.
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He hath promised you more than that, or there be liars.
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He hath paid you all he promised you; may be, he has
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paid you more, which will shame you to give him again.
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Is there no manners left among maids? will they
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wear their plackets where they should bear their
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faces? Is there not milking-time, when you are
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going to bed, or kiln-hole, to whistle off these
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secrets, but you must be tittle-tattling before all
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our guests? 'tis well they are whispering: clamour
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your tongues, and not a word more.
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I have done. Come, you promised me a tawdry-lace
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and a pair of sweet gloves.
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Have I not told thee how I was cozened by the way
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and lost all my money?
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And indeed, sir, there are cozeners abroad;
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therefore it behoves men to be wary.
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Fear not thou, man, thou shalt lose nothing here.
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I hope so, sir; for I have about me many parcels of charge.
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What hast here? ballads?
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Pray now, buy some: I love a ballad in print o'
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life, for then we are sure they are true.
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Here's one to a very doleful tune, how a usurer's
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wife was brought to bed of twenty money-bags at a
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burthen and how she longed to eat adders' heads and
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toads carbonadoed.
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Is it true, think you?
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Very true, and but a month old.
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Bless me from marrying a usurer!
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Here's the midwife's name to't, one Mistress
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Tale-porter, and five or six honest wives that were
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present. Why should I carry lies abroad?
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Pray you now, buy it.
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Come on, lay it by: and let's first see moe
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ballads; we'll buy the other things anon.
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Here's another ballad of a fish, that appeared upon
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the coast on Wednesday the four-score of April,
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forty thousand fathom above water, and sung this
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ballad against the hard hearts of maids: it was
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thought she was a woman and was turned into a cold
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fish for she would not exchange flesh with one that
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loved her: the ballad is very pitiful and as true.
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Is it true too, think you?
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Five justices' hands at it, and witnesses more than
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my pack will hold.
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Lay it by too: another.
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This is a merry ballad, but a very pretty one.
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Let's have some merry ones.
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Why, this is a passing merry one and goes to
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the tune of 'Two maids wooing a man:' there's
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scarce a maid westward but she sings it; 'tis in
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request, I can tell you.
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We can both sing it: if thou'lt bear a part, thou
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shalt hear; 'tis in three parts.
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We had the tune on't a month ago.
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I can bear my part; you must know 'tis my
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occupation; have at it with you.
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Get you hence, for I must go
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Where it fits not you to know.
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O, whither?
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It becomes thy oath full well,
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Thou to me thy secrets tell.
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Me too, let me go thither.
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Or thou goest to the orange or mill.
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If to either, thou dost ill.
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What, neither?
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Thou hast sworn my love to be.
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Thou hast sworn it more to me:
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Then whither goest? say, whither?
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We'll have this song out anon by ourselves: my
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father and the gentlemen are in sad talk, and we'll
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not trouble them. Come, bring away thy pack after
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me. Wenches, I'll buy for you both. Pedlar, let's
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have the first choice. Follow me, girls.
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Exit with DORCAS and MOPSA

And you shall pay well for 'em.
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Will you buy any tape,
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Or lace for your cape,
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My dainty duck, my dear-a?
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Any silk, any thread,
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Any toys for your head,
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Of the new'st and finest, finest wear-a?
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Come to the pedlar;
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Money's a medler.
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That doth utter all men's ware-a.
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Re-enter Servant

Master, there is three carters, three shepherds,
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three neat-herds, three swine-herds, that have made
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themselves all men of hair, they call themselves
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Saltiers, and they have a dance which the wenches
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say is a gallimaufry of gambols, because they are
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not in't; but they themselves are o' the mind, if it
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be not too rough for some that know little but
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bowling, it will please plentifully.
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Away! we'll none on 't: here has been too much
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homely foolery already. I know, sir, we weary you.
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You weary those that refresh us: pray, let's see
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these four threes of herdsmen.
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One three of them, by their own report, sir, hath
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danced before the king; and not the worst of the
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three but jumps twelve foot and a half by the squier.
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Leave your prating: since these good men are
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pleased, let them come in; but quickly now.
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Why, they stay at door, sir.
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Here a dance of twelve Satyrs

O, father, you'll know more of that hereafter.
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Is it not too far gone? 'Tis time to part them.
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He's simple and tells much.
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How now, fair shepherd!
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Your heart is full of something that does take
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Your mind from feasting. Sooth, when I was young
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And handed love as you do, I was wont
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To load my she with knacks: I would have ransack'd
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The pedlar's silken treasury and have pour'd it
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To her acceptance; you have let him go
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And nothing marted with him. If your lass
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Interpretation should abuse and call this
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Your lack of love or bounty, you were straited
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For a reply, at least if you make a care
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Of happy holding her.
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Old sir, I know
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She prizes not such trifles as these are:
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The gifts she looks from me are pack'd and lock'd
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Up in my heart; which I have given already,
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But not deliver'd. O, hear me breathe my life
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Before this ancient sir, who, it should seem,
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Hath sometime loved! I take thy hand, this hand,
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As soft as dove's down and as white as it,
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Or Ethiopian's tooth, or the fann'd
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snow that's bolted
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By the northern blasts twice o'er.
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What follows this?
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How prettily the young swain seems to wash
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The hand was fair before! I have put you out:
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But to your protestation; let me hear
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What you profess.
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Do, and be witness to 't.
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And this my neighbour too?
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And he, and more
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Than he, and men, the earth, the heavens, and all:
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That, were I crown'd the most imperial monarch,
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Thereof most worthy, were I the fairest youth
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That ever made eye swerve, had force and knowledge
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More than was ever man's, I would not prize them
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Without her love; for her employ them all;
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Commend them and condemn them to her service
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Or to their own perdition.
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Fairly offer'd.
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This shows a sound affection.
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But, my daughter,
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Say you the like to him?
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I cannot speak
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So well, nothing so well; no, nor mean better:
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By the pattern of mine own thoughts I cut out
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The purity of his.
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Take hands, a bargain!
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And, friends unknown, you shall bear witness to 't:
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I give my daughter to him, and will make
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Her portion equal his.
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O, that must be
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I' the virtue of your daughter: one being dead,
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I shall have more than you can dream of yet;
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Enough then for your wonder. But, come on,
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Contract us 'fore these witnesses.
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Come, your hand;
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And, daughter, yours.
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Soft, swain, awhile, beseech you;
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Have you a father?
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I have: but what of him?
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Knows he of this?
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He neither does nor shall.
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Methinks a father
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Is at the nuptial of his son a guest
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That best becomes the table. Pray you once more,
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Is not your father grown incapable
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Of reasonable affairs? is he not stupid
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With age and altering rheums? can he speak? hear?
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Know man from man? dispute his own estate?
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Lies he not bed-rid? and again does nothing
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But what he did being childish?
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No, good sir;
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He has his health and ampler strength indeed
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Than most have of his age.
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By my white beard,
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You offer him, if this be so, a wrong
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Something unfilial: reason my son
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Should choose himself a wife, but as good reason
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The father, all whose joy is nothing else
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But fair posterity, should hold some counsel
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In such a business.
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I yield all this;
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But for some other reasons, my grave sir,
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Which 'tis not fit you know, I not acquaint
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My father of this business.
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Let him know't.
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He shall not.
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Prithee, let him.
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No, he must not.
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Let him, my son: he shall not need to grieve
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At knowing of thy choice.
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Come, come, he must not.
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Mark our contract.
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Mark your divorce, young sir,
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Whom son I dare not call; thou art too base
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To be acknowledged: thou a sceptre's heir,
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That thus affect'st a sheep-hook! Thou old traitor,
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I am sorry that by hanging thee I can
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But shorten thy life one week. And thou, fresh piece
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Of excellent witchcraft, who of force must know
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The royal fool thou copest with,--
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O, my heart!
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I'll have thy beauty scratch'd with briers, and made
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More homely than thy state. For thee, fond boy,
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If I may ever know thou dost but sigh
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That thou no more shalt see this knack, as never
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I mean thou shalt, we'll bar thee from succession;
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Not hold thee of our blood, no, not our kin,
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Far than Deucalion off: mark thou my words:
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Follow us to the court. Thou churl, for this time,
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Though full of our displeasure, yet we free thee
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From the dead blow of it. And you, enchantment.--
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Worthy enough a herdsman: yea, him too,
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That makes himself, but for our honour therein,
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Unworthy thee,--if ever henceforth thou
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These rural latches to his entrance open,
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Or hoop his body more with thy embraces,
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I will devise a death as cruel for thee
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As thou art tender to't.
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Even here undone!
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I was not much afeard; for once or twice
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I was about to speak and tell him plainly,
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The selfsame sun that shines upon his court
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Hides not his visage from our cottage but
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Looks on alike. Will't please you, sir, be gone?
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I told you what would come of this: beseech you,
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Of your own state take care: this dream of mine,--
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Being now awake, I'll queen it no inch farther,
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But milk my ewes and weep.
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Why, how now, father!
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Speak ere thou diest.
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I cannot speak, nor think
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Nor dare to know that which I know. O sir!
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You have undone a man of fourscore three,
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That thought to fill his grave in quiet, yea,
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To die upon the bed my father died,
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To lie close by his honest bones: but now
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Some hangman must put on my shroud and lay me
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Where no priest shovels in dust. O cursed wretch,
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That knew'st this was the prince,
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and wouldst adventure
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To mingle faith with him! Undone! undone!
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If I might die within this hour, I have lived
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To die when I desire.
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Why look you so upon me?
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I am but sorry, not afeard; delay'd,
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But nothing alter'd: what I was, I am;
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More straining on for plucking back, not following
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My leash unwillingly.
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Gracious my lord,
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You know your father's temper: at this time
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He will allow no speech, which I do guess
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You do not purpose to him; and as hardly
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Will he endure your sight as yet, I fear:
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Then, till the fury of his highness settle,
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Come not before him.
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I not purpose it.
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I think, Camillo?
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Even he, my lord.
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How often have I told you 'twould be thus!
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How often said, my dignity would last
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But till 'twere known!
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It cannot fail but by
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The violation of my faith; and then
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Let nature crush the sides o' the earth together
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And mar the seeds within! Lift up thy looks:
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From my succession wipe me, father; I
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Am heir to my affection.
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Be advised.
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I am, and by my fancy: if my reason
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Will thereto be obedient, I have reason;
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If not, my senses, better pleased with madness,
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Do bid it welcome.
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This is desperate, sir.
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So call it: but it does fulfil my vow;
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I needs must think it honesty. Camillo,
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Not for Bohemia, nor the pomp that may
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Be thereat glean'd, for all the sun sees or
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The close earth wombs or the profound sea hides
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In unknown fathoms, will I break my oath
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To this my fair beloved: therefore, I pray you,
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As you have ever been my father's honour'd friend,
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When he shall miss me,--as, in faith, I mean not
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To see him any more,--cast your good counsels
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Upon his passion; let myself and fortune
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Tug for the time to come. This you may know
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And so deliver, I am put to sea
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With her whom here I cannot hold on shore;
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And most opportune to our need I have
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A vessel rides fast by, but not prepared
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For this design. What course I mean to hold
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Shall nothing benefit your knowledge, nor
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Concern me the reporting.
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O my lord!
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I would your spirit were easier for advice,
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Or stronger for your need.
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Hark, Perdita
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I'll hear you by and by.
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He's irremoveable,
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Resolved for flight. Now were I happy, if
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His going I could frame to serve my turn,
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Save him from danger, do him love and honour,
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Purchase the sight again of dear Sicilia
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And that unhappy king, my master, whom
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I so much thirst to see.
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Now, good Camillo;
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I am so fraught with curious business that
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I leave out ceremony.
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Sir, I think
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You have heard of my poor services, i' the love
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That I have borne your father?
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Very nobly
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Have you deserved: it is my father's music
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To speak your deeds, not little of his care
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To have them recompensed as thought on.
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Well, my lord,
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If you may please to think I love the king
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And through him what is nearest to him, which is
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Your gracious self, embrace but my direction:
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If your more ponderous and settled project
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May suffer alteration, on mine honour,
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I'll point you where you shall have such receiving
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As shall become your highness; where you may
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Enjoy your mistress, from the whom, I see,
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There's no disjunction to be made, but by--
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As heavens forefend!--your ruin; marry her,
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And, with my best endeavours in your absence,
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Your discontenting father strive to qualify
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And bring him up to liking.
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How, Camillo,
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May this, almost a miracle, be done?
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That I may call thee something more than man
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And after that trust to thee.
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Have you thought on
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A place whereto you'll go?
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Not any yet:
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But as the unthought-on accident is guilty
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To what we wildly do, so we profess
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Ourselves to be the slaves of chance and flies
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Of every wind that blows.
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Then list to me:
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This follows, if you will not change your purpose
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But undergo this flight, make for Sicilia,
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And there present yourself and your fair princess,
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For so I see she must be, 'fore Leontes:
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She shall be habited as it becomes
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The partner of your bed. Methinks I see
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Leontes opening his free arms and weeping
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His welcomes forth; asks thee the son forgiveness,
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As 'twere i' the father's person; kisses the hands
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Of your fresh princess; o'er and o'er divides him
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'Twixt his unkindness and his kindness; the one
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He chides to hell and bids the other grow
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Faster than thought or time.
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Worthy Camillo,
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What colour for my visitation shall I
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Hold up before him?
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Sent by the king your father
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To greet him and to give him comforts. Sir,
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The manner of your bearing towards him, with
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What you as from your father shall deliver,
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Things known betwixt us three, I'll write you down:
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The which shall point you forth at every sitting
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What you must say; that he shall not perceive
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But that you have your father's bosom there
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And speak his very heart.
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I am bound to you:
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There is some sap in this.
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A cause more promising
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Than a wild dedication of yourselves
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To unpath'd waters, undream'd shores, most certain
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To miseries enough; no hope to help you,
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But as you shake off one to take another;
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Nothing so certain as your anchors, who
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Do their best office, if they can but stay you
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Where you'll be loath to be: besides you know
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Prosperity's the very bond of love,
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Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together
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Affliction alters.
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One of these is true:
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I think affliction may subdue the cheek,
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But not take in the mind.
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Yea, say you so?
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There shall not at your father's house these
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seven years
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Be born another such.
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My good Camillo,
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She is as forward of her breeding as
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She is i' the rear our birth.
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I cannot say 'tis pity
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She lacks instructions, for she seems a mistress
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To most that teach.
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Your pardon, sir; for this
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I'll blush you thanks.
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My prettiest Perdita!
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But O, the thorns we stand upon! Camillo,
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Preserver of my father, now of me,
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The medicine of our house, how shall we do?
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We are not furnish'd like Bohemia's son,
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Nor shall appear in Sicilia.
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My lord,
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Fear none of this: I think you know my fortunes
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Do all lie there: it shall be so my care
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To have you royally appointed as if
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The scene you play were mine. For instance, sir,
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That you may know you shall not want, one word.
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They talk aside


Ha, ha! what a fool Honesty is! and Trust, his
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sworn brother, a very simple gentleman! I have sold
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all my trumpery; not a counterfeit stone, not a
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ribbon, glass, pomander, brooch, table-book, ballad,
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knife, tape, glove, shoe-tie, bracelet, horn-ring,
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to keep my pack from fasting: they throng who
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should buy first, as if my trinkets had been
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hallowed and brought a benediction to the buyer:
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by which means I saw whose purse was best in
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picture; and what I saw, to my good use I
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remembered. My clown, who wants but something to
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be a reasonable man, grew so in love with the
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wenches' song, that he would not stir his pettitoes
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till he had both tune and words; which so drew the
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rest of the herd to me that all their other senses
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stuck in ears: you might have pinched a placket, it
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was senseless; 'twas nothing to geld a codpiece of a
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purse; I could have filed keys off that hung in
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chains: no hearing, no feeling, but my sir's song,
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and admiring the nothing of it. So that in this
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time of lethargy I picked and cut most of their
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festival purses; and had not the old man come in
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with a whoo-bub against his daughter and the king's
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son and scared my choughs from the chaff, I had not
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left a purse alive in the whole army.
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Nay, but my letters, by this means being there
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So soon as you arrive, shall clear that doubt.
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And those that you'll procure from King Leontes--
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Shall satisfy your father.
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Happy be you!
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All that you speak shows fair.
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Who have we here?
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We'll make an instrument of this, omit
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Nothing may give us aid.
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If they have overheard me now, why, hanging.
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How now, good fellow! why shakest thou so? Fear
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not, man; here's no harm intended to thee.
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I am a poor fellow, sir.
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Why, be so still; here's nobody will steal that from
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thee: yet for the outside of thy poverty we must
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make an exchange; therefore discase thee instantly,
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--thou must think there's a necessity in't,--and
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change garments with this gentleman: though the
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pennyworth on his side be the worst, yet hold thee,
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there's some boot.
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I am a poor fellow, sir.
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I know ye well enough.
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Nay, prithee, dispatch: the gentleman is half
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flayed already.
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Are you in earnest, sir?
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I smell the trick on't.
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Dispatch, I prithee.
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Indeed, I have had earnest: but I cannot with
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conscience take it.
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Unbuckle, unbuckle.
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Fortunate mistress,--let my prophecy
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Come home to ye!--you must retire yourself
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Into some covert: take your sweetheart's hat
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And pluck it o'er your brows, muffle your face,
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Dismantle you, and, as you can, disliken
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The truth of your own seeming; that you may--
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For I do fear eyes over--to shipboard
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Get undescried.
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I see the play so lies
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That I must bear a part.
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No remedy.
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Have you done there?
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Should I now meet my father,
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He would not call me son.
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Nay, you shall have no hat.
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Come, lady, come. Farewell, my friend.
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Adieu, sir.
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O Perdita, what have we twain forgot!
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Pray you, a word.
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(Aside) What I do next, shall be to tell the king
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Of this escape and whither they are bound;
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Wherein my hope is I shall so prevail
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To force him after: in whose company
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I shall review Sicilia, for whose sight
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I have a woman's longing.
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Fortune speed us!
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Thus we set on, Camillo, to the sea-side.
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The swifter speed the better.
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I understand the business, I hear it: to have an
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open ear, a quick eye, and a nimble hand, is
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necessary for a cut-purse; a good nose is requisite
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also, to smell out work for the other senses. I see
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this is the time that the unjust man doth thrive.
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What an exchange had this been without boot! What
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a boot is here with this exchange! Sure the gods do
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this year connive at us, and we may do any thing
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extempore. The prince himself is about a piece of
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iniquity, stealing away from his father with his
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clog at his heels: if I thought it were a piece of
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honesty to acquaint the king withal, I would not
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do't: I hold it the more knavery to conceal it;
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and therein am I constant to my profession.
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Aside, aside; here is more matter for a hot brain:
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every lane's end, every shop, church, session,
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hanging, yields a careful man work.
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See, see; what a man you are now!
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There is no other way but to tell the king
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she's a changeling and none of your flesh and blood.
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Nay, but hear me.
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Nay, but hear me.
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Go to, then.
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She being none of your flesh and blood, your flesh
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and blood has not offended the king; and so your
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flesh and blood is not to be punished by him. Show
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those things you found about her, those secret
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things, all but what she has with her: this being
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done, let the law go whistle: I warrant you.
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I will tell the king all, every word, yea, and his
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son's pranks too; who, I may say, is no honest man,
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neither to his father nor to me, to go about to make
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me the king's brother-in-law.
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Indeed, brother-in-law was the farthest off you
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could have been to him and then your blood had been
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the dearer by I know how much an ounce.
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(Aside) Very wisely, puppies!
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Well, let us to the king: there is that in this
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fardel will make him scratch his beard.
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(Aside) I know not what impediment this complaint
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may be to the flight of my master.
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Pray heartily he be at palace.
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(Aside) Though I am not naturally honest, I am so
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sometimes by chance: let me pocket up my pedlar's excrement.
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How now, rustics! whither are you bound?
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To the palace, an it like your worship.
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Your affairs there, what, with whom, the condition
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of that fardel, the place of your dwelling, your
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names, your ages, of what having, breeding, and any
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thing that is fitting to be known, discover.
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We are but plain fellows, sir.
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A lie; you are rough and hairy. Let me have no
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lying: it becomes none but tradesmen, and they
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often give us soldiers the lie: but we pay them for
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it with stamped coin, not stabbing steel; therefore
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they do not give us the lie.
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Your worship had like to have given us one, if you
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had not taken yourself with the manner.
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Are you a courtier, an't like you, sir?
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Whether it like me or no, I am a courtier. Seest
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thou not the air of the court in these enfoldings?
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hath not my gait in it the measure of the court?
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receives not thy nose court-odor from me? reflect I
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not on thy baseness court-contempt? Thinkest thou,
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for that I insinuate, or toaze from thee thy
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business, I am therefore no courtier? I am courtier
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cap-a-pe; and one that will either push on or pluck
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back thy business there: whereupon I command thee to
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open thy affair.
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My business, sir, is to the king.
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What advocate hast thou to him?
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I know not, an't like you.
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Advocate's the court-word for a pheasant: say you
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have none.
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None, sir; I have no pheasant, cock nor hen.
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How blessed are we that are not simple men!
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Yet nature might have made me as these are,
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Therefore I will not disdain.
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This cannot be but a great courtier.
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His garments are rich, but he wears
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them not handsomely.
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He seems to be the more noble in being fantastical:
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a great man, I'll warrant; I know by the picking
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on's teeth.
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The fardel there? what's i' the fardel?
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Wherefore that box?
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Sir, there lies such secrets in this fardel and box,
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which none must know but the king; and which he
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shall know within this hour, if I may come to the
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speech of him.
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Age, thou hast lost thy labour.
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Why, sir?
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The king is not at the palace; he is gone aboard a
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new ship to purge melancholy and air himself: for,
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if thou beest capable of things serious, thou must
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know the king is full of grief.
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So 'tis said, sir; about his son, that should have
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married a shepherd's daughter.
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If that shepherd be not in hand-fast, let him fly:
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the curses he shall have, the tortures he shall
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feel, will break the back of man, the heart of monster.
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Think you so, sir?
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Not he alone shall suffer what wit can make heavy
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and vengeance bitter; but those that are germane to
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him, though removed fifty times, shall all come
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under the hangman: which though it be great pity,
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yet it is necessary. An old sheep-whistling rogue a
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ram-tender, to offer to have his daughter come into
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grace! Some say he shall be stoned; but that death
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is too soft for him, say I draw our throne into a
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sheep-cote! all deaths are too few, the sharpest too easy.
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Has the old man e'er a son, sir, do you hear. an't
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like you, sir?
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He has a son, who shall be flayed alive; then
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'nointed over with honey, set on the head of a
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wasp's nest; then stand till he be three quarters
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and a dram dead; then recovered again with
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aqua-vitae or some other hot infusion; then, raw as
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he is, and in the hottest day prognostication
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proclaims, shall be be set against a brick-wall, the
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sun looking with a southward eye upon him, where he
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is to behold him with flies blown to death. But what
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talk we of these traitorly rascals, whose miseries
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are to be smiled at, their offences being so
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capital? Tell me, for you seem to be honest plain
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men, what you have to the king: being something
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gently considered, I'll bring you where he is
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aboard, tender your persons to his presence,
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whisper him in your behalfs; and if it be in man
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besides the king to effect your suits, here is man
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shall do it.
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He seems to be of great authority: close with him,
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give him gold; and though authority be a stubborn
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bear, yet he is oft led by the nose with gold: show
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the inside of your purse to the outside of his hand,
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and no more ado. Remember 'stoned,' and 'flayed alive.'
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An't please you, sir, to undertake the business for
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us, here is that gold I have: I'll make it as much
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more and leave this young man in pawn till I bring it you.
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After I have done what I promised?
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Ay, sir.
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Well, give me the moiety. Are you a party in this business?
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In some sort, sir: but though my case be a pitiful
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one, I hope I shall not be flayed out of it.
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O, that's the case of the shepherd's son: hang him,
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he'll be made an example.
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Comfort, good comfort! We must to the king and show
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our strange sights: he must know 'tis none of your
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daughter nor my sister; we are gone else. Sir, I
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will give you as much as this old man does when the
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business is performed, and remain, as he says, your
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pawn till it be brought you.
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I will trust you. Walk before toward the sea-side;
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go on the right hand: I will but look upon the
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hedge and follow you.
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We are blest in this man, as I may say, even blest.
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Let's before as he bids us: he was provided to do us good.
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Exeunt Shepherd and Clown

If I had a mind to be honest, I see Fortune would
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not suffer me: she drops booties in my mouth. I am
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courted now with a double occasion, gold and a means
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to do the prince my master good; which who knows how
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that may turn back to my advancement? I will bring
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these two moles, these blind ones, aboard him: if he
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think it fit to shore them again and that the
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complaint they have to the king concerns him
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nothing, let him call me rogue for being so far
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officious; for I am proof against that title and
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what shame else belongs to't. To him will I present
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them: there may be matter in it.
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Act V

Act 5 of The Winter's Tale begins with a joyful reunion between King Leontes and his long-lost daughter Perdita. The king is overjoyed to see his daughter again and welcomes her back into his arms. Perdita is also thrilled to be reunited with her father, and the two share a touching moment.

However, the happiness is short-lived as Antigonus' bear, which had killed him earlier in the play, enters and attacks one of the shepherds. Just as the bear is about to kill the shepherd, a young man appears and fights the bear off. It is revealed that the young man is none other than Perdita's brother, Florizel, who had followed her to Bohemia disguised as a shepherd.

Florizel and Perdita are reunited and King Leontes is amazed to discover that his son is still alive. The king apologizes for his past mistakes and welcomes Florizel into the family. He also apologizes to Camillo and asks for his forgiveness. Camillo forgives him and offers to return to Sicily with the king.

The play ends on a happy note as the couples are reunited, including Florizel and Perdita, and King Leontes and his wife, Hermione, who had been believed to be dead. It is revealed that Hermione had been living as a statue brought to life by the god Apollo. The play ends with the characters celebrating their newfound happiness and forgiveness, and a promise of a bright future ahead.

SCENE I. A room in LEONTES' palace.

Scene 1 of Act 5 begins with the entrance of Leontes, Polixenes, Florizel, and Perdita. Leontes apologizes to Polixenes for his previous behavior and asks for his forgiveness. Polixenes accepts Leontes' apology and they embrace.

Florizel then announces his intention to marry Perdita and asks for Leontes' blessing. Leontes is hesitant at first but eventually gives his blessing. He also asks for forgiveness from Perdita, who forgives him.

The group then notices a statue of Hermione, Leontes' deceased wife, and Leontes becomes emotional. Suddenly, the statue comes to life and is revealed to be Hermione herself. Leontes is overjoyed and the couple reconciles.

Polixenes and Florizel also reconcile and the play ends with the entire group celebrating their newfound happiness.


Sir, you have done enough, and have perform'd
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A saint-like sorrow: no fault could you make,
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Which you have not redeem'd; indeed, paid down
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More penitence than done trespass: at the last,
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Do as the heavens have done, forget your evil;
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With them forgive yourself.
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Whilst I remember
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Her and her virtues, I cannot forget
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My blemishes in them, and so still think of
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The wrong I did myself; which was so much,
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That heirless it hath made my kingdom and
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Destroy'd the sweet'st companion that e'er man
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Bred his hopes out of.
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True, too true, my lord:
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If, one by one, you wedded all the world,
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Or from the all that are took something good,
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To make a perfect woman, she you kill'd
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Would be unparallel'd.
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I think so. Kill'd!
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She I kill'd! I did so: but thou strikest me
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Sorely, to say I did; it is as bitter
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Upon thy tongue as in my thought: now, good now,
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Say so but seldom.
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Not at all, good lady:
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You might have spoken a thousand things that would
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Have done the time more benefit and graced
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Your kindness better.
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You are one of those
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Would have him wed again.
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If you would not so,
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You pity not the state, nor the remembrance
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Of his most sovereign name; consider little
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What dangers, by his highness' fail of issue,
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May drop upon his kingdom and devour
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Incertain lookers on. What were more holy
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Than to rejoice the former queen is well?
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What holier than, for royalty's repair,
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For present comfort and for future good,
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To bless the bed of majesty again
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With a sweet fellow to't?
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There is none worthy,
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Respecting her that's gone. Besides, the gods
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Will have fulfill'd their secret purposes;
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For has not the divine Apollo said,
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Is't not the tenor of his oracle,
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That King Leontes shall not have an heir
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Till his lost child be found? which that it shall,
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Is all as monstrous to our human reason
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As my Antigonus to break his grave
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And come again to me; who, on my life,
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Did perish with the infant. 'Tis your counsel
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My lord should to the heavens be contrary,
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Oppose against their wills.
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Care not for issue;
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The crown will find an heir: great Alexander
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Left his to the worthiest; so his successor
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Was like to be the best.
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Good Paulina,
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Who hast the memory of Hermione,
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I know, in honour, O, that ever I
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Had squared me to thy counsel! then, even now,
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I might have look'd upon my queen's full eyes,
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Have taken treasure from her lips--
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And left them
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More rich for what they yielded.
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Thou speak'st truth.
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No more such wives; therefore, no wife: one worse,
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And better used, would make her sainted spirit
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Again possess her corpse, and on this stage,
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Where we're offenders now, appear soul-vex'd,
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And begin, 'Why to me?'
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Had she such power,
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She had just cause.
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She had; and would incense me
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To murder her I married.
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I should so.
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Were I the ghost that walk'd, I'ld bid you mark
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Her eye, and tell me for what dull part in't
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You chose her; then I'ld shriek, that even your ears
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Should rift to hear me; and the words that follow'd
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Should be 'Remember mine.'
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Stars, stars,
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And all eyes else dead coals! Fear thou no wife;
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I'll have no wife, Paulina.
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Will you swear
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Never to marry but by my free leave?
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Never, Paulina; so be blest my spirit!
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Then, good my lords, bear witness to his oath.
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You tempt him over-much.
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Unless another,
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As like Hermione as is her picture,
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Affront his eye.
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Good madam,--
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I have done.
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Yet, if my lord will marry,--if you will, sir,
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No remedy, but you will,--give me the office
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To choose you a queen: she shall not be so young
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As was your former; but she shall be such
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As, walk'd your first queen's ghost,
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it should take joy
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To see her in your arms.
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My true Paulina,
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We shall not marry till thou bid'st us.
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Shall be when your first queen's again in breath;
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Never till then.
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Enter a Gentleman

One that gives out himself Prince Florizel,
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Son of Polixenes, with his princess, she
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The fairest I have yet beheld, desires access
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To your high presence.
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What with him? he comes not
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Like to his father's greatness: his approach,
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So out of circumstance and sudden, tells us
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'Tis not a visitation framed, but forced
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By need and accident. What train?
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But few,
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And those but mean.
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His princess, say you, with him?
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Ay, the most peerless piece of earth, I think,
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That e'er the sun shone bright on.
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O Hermione,
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As every present time doth boast itself
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Above a better gone, so must thy grave
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Give way to what's seen now! Sir, you yourself
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Have said and writ so, but your writing now
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Is colder than that theme, 'She had not been,
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Nor was not to be equall'd;'--thus your verse
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Flow'd with her beauty once: 'tis shrewdly ebb'd,
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To say you have seen a better.
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Pardon, madam:
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The one I have almost forgot,--your pardon,--
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The other, when she has obtain'd your eye,
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Will have your tongue too. This is a creature,
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Would she begin a sect, might quench the zeal
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Of all professors else, make proselytes
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Of who she but bid follow.
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How! not women?
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Women will love her, that she is a woman
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More worth than any man; men, that she is
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The rarest of all women.
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Go, Cleomenes;
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Yourself, assisted with your honour'd friends,
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Bring them to our embracement. Still, 'tis strange
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He thus should steal upon us.
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Had our prince,
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Jewel of children, seen this hour, he had pair'd
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Well with this lord: there was not full a month
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Between their births.
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Prithee, no more; cease; thou know'st
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He dies to me again when talk'd of: sure,
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When I shall see this gentleman, thy speeches
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Will bring me to consider that which may
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Unfurnish me of reason. They are come.
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Your mother was most true to wedlock, prince;
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For she did print your royal father off,
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Conceiving you: were I but twenty-one,
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Your father's image is so hit in you,
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His very air, that I should call you brother,
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As I did him, and speak of something wildly
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By us perform'd before. Most dearly welcome!
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And your fair princess,--goddess!--O, alas!
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I lost a couple, that 'twixt heaven and earth
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Might thus have stood begetting wonder as
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You, gracious couple, do: and then I lost--
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All mine own folly--the society,
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Amity too, of your brave father, whom,
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Though bearing misery, I desire my life
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Once more to look on him.
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By his command
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Have I here touch'd Sicilia and from him
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Give you all greetings that a king, at friend,
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Can send his brother: and, but infirmity
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Which waits upon worn times hath something seized
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His wish'd ability, he had himself
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The lands and waters 'twixt your throne and his
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Measured to look upon you; whom he loves--
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He bade me say so--more than all the sceptres
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And those that bear them living.
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O my brother,
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Good gentleman! the wrongs I have done thee stir
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Afresh within me, and these thy offices,
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So rarely kind, are as interpreters
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Of my behind-hand slackness. Welcome hither,
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As is the spring to the earth. And hath he too
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Exposed this paragon to the fearful usage,
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At least ungentle, of the dreadful Neptune,
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To greet a man not worth her pains, much less
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The adventure of her person?
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Good my lord,
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She came from Libya.
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Where the warlike Smalus,
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That noble honour'd lord, is fear'd and loved?
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Most royal sir, from thence; from him, whose daughter
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His tears proclaim'd his, parting with her: thence,
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A prosperous south-wind friendly, we have cross'd,
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To execute the charge my father gave me
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For visiting your highness: my best train
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I have from your Sicilian shores dismiss'd;
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Who for Bohemia bend, to signify
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Not only my success in Libya, sir,
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But my arrival and my wife's in safety
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Here where we are.
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The blessed gods
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Purge all infection from our air whilst you
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Do climate here! You have a holy father,
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A graceful gentleman; against whose person,
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So sacred as it is, I have done sin:
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For which the heavens, taking angry note,
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Have left me issueless; and your father's blest,
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As he from heaven merits it, with you
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Worthy his goodness. What might I have been,
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Might I a son and daughter now have look'd on,
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Such goodly things as you!
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Enter a Lord

Most noble sir,
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That which I shall report will bear no credit,
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Were not the proof so nigh. Please you, great sir,
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Bohemia greets you from himself by me;
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Desires you to attach his son, who has--
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His dignity and duty both cast off--
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Fled from his father, from his hopes, and with
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A shepherd's daughter.
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Where's Bohemia? speak.
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Here in your city; I now came from him:
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I speak amazedly; and it becomes
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My marvel and my message. To your court
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Whiles he was hastening, in the chase, it seems,
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Of this fair couple, meets he on the way
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The father of this seeming lady and
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Her brother, having both their country quitted
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With this young prince.
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Camillo has betray'd me;
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Whose honour and whose honesty till now
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Endured all weathers.
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Lay't so to his charge:
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He's with the king your father.
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Who? Camillo?
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Camillo, sir; I spake with him; who now
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Has these poor men in question. Never saw I
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Wretches so quake: they kneel, they kiss the earth;
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Forswear themselves as often as they speak:
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Bohemia stops his ears, and threatens them
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With divers deaths in death.
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O my poor father!
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The heaven sets spies upon us, will not have
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Our contract celebrated.
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You are married?
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We are not, sir, nor are we like to be;
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The stars, I see, will kiss the valleys first:
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The odds for high and low's alike.
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My lord,
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Is this the daughter of a king?
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When once she is my wife.
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That 'once' I see by your good father's speed
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Will come on very slowly. I am sorry,
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Most sorry, you have broken from his liking
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Where you were tied in duty, and as sorry
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Your choice is not so rich in worth as beauty,
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That you might well enjoy her.
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Dear, look up:
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Though Fortune, visible an enemy,
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Should chase us with my father, power no jot
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Hath she to change our loves. Beseech you, sir,
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Remember since you owed no more to time
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Than I do now: with thought of such affections,
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Step forth mine advocate; at your request
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My father will grant precious things as trifles.
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Would he do so, I'ld beg your precious mistress,
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Which he counts but a trifle.
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Sir, my liege,
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Your eye hath too much youth in't: not a month
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'Fore your queen died, she was more worth such gazes
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Than what you look on now.
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I thought of her,
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Even in these looks I made.
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But your petition
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Is yet unanswer'd. I will to your father:
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Your honour not o'erthrown by your desires,
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I am friend to them and you: upon which errand
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I now go toward him; therefore follow me
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And mark what way I make: come, good my lord.
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SCENE II. Before LEONTES' palace.

Scene 2 of Act 5 is set in a courtroom where Leontes, the King of Sicilia, presides over a trial involving his wife, Hermione. Hermione has been accused of adultery and treason by Leontes, who also believes that the child she is carrying is not his. Despite Hermione's pleas of innocence and the testimony of her loyal friend Paulina, Leontes remains convinced of her guilt and orders her to be taken away.

At this point, a messenger arrives with news that the Oracle of Delphi has pronounced Hermione's innocence and that Leontes' lost daughter, who he believed to be dead, is still alive. Overwhelmed by this revelation, Leontes realizes the error of his ways and begs for forgiveness. Hermione, who has been disguised as a statue throughout the trial, comes to life and is reunited with her husband. The play ends with Leontes and Hermione embracing, and the promise of a new beginning for their family and kingdom.

Enter AUTOLYCUS and a Gentleman

Beseech you, sir, were you present at this relation?
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First Gentleman
I was by at the opening of the fardel, heard the old
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shepherd deliver the manner how he found it:
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whereupon, after a little amazedness, we were all
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commanded out of the chamber; only this methought I
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heard the shepherd say, he found the child.
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I would most gladly know the issue of it.
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First Gentleman
I make a broken delivery of the business; but the
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changes I perceived in the king and Camillo were
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very notes of admiration: they seemed almost, with
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staring on one another, to tear the cases of their
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eyes; there was speech in their dumbness, language
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in their very gesture; they looked as they had heard
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of a world ransomed, or one destroyed: a notable
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passion of wonder appeared in them; but the wisest
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beholder, that knew no more but seeing, could not
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say if the importance were joy or sorrow; but in the
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extremity of the one, it must needs be.
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Here comes a gentleman that haply knows more.
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The news, Rogero?
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Second Gentleman
Nothing but bonfires: the oracle is fulfilled; the
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king's daughter is found: such a deal of wonder is
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broken out within this hour that ballad-makers
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cannot be able to express it.
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Here comes the Lady Paulina's steward: he can
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deliver you more. How goes it now, sir? this news
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which is called true is so like an old tale, that
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the verity of it is in strong suspicion: has the king
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found his heir?
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Third Gentleman
Most true, if ever truth were pregnant by
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circumstance: that which you hear you'll swear you
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see, there is such unity in the proofs. The mantle
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of Queen Hermione's, her jewel about the neck of it,
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the letters of Antigonus found with it which they
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know to be his character, the majesty of the
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creature in resemblance of the mother, the affection
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of nobleness which nature shows above her breeding,
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and many other evidences proclaim her with all
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certainty to be the king's daughter. Did you see
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the meeting of the two kings?
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Second Gentleman

Third Gentleman
Then have you lost a sight, which was to be seen,
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cannot be spoken of. There might you have beheld one
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joy crown another, so and in such manner that it
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seemed sorrow wept to take leave of them, for their
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joy waded in tears. There was casting up of eyes,
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holding up of hands, with countenances of such
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distraction that they were to be known by garment,
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not by favour. Our king, being ready to leap out of
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himself for joy of his found daughter, as if that
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joy were now become a loss, cries 'O, thy mother,
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thy mother!' then asks Bohemia forgiveness; then
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embraces his son-in-law; then again worries he his
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daughter with clipping her; now he thanks the old
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shepherd, which stands by like a weather-bitten
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conduit of many kings' reigns. I never heard of such
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another encounter, which lames report to follow it
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and undoes description to do it.
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Second Gentleman
What, pray you, became of Antigonus, that carried
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hence the child?
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Third Gentleman
Like an old tale still, which will have matter to
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rehearse, though credit be asleep and not an ear
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open. He was torn to pieces with a bear: this
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avouches the shepherd's son; who has not only his
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innocence, which seems much, to justify him, but a
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handkerchief and rings of his that Paulina knows.
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First Gentleman
What became of his bark and his followers?
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Third Gentleman
Wrecked the same instant of their master's death and
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in the view of the shepherd: so that all the
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instruments which aided to expose the child were
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even then lost when it was found. But O, the noble
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combat that 'twixt joy and sorrow was fought in
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Paulina! She had one eye declined for the loss of
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her husband, another elevated that the oracle was
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fulfilled: she lifted the princess from the earth,
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and so locks her in embracing, as if she would pin
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her to her heart that she might no more be in danger
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of losing.
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First Gentleman
The dignity of this act was worth the audience of
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kings and princes; for by such was it acted.
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Third Gentleman
One of the prettiest touches of all and that which
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angled for mine eyes, caught the water though not
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the fish, was when, at the relation of the queen's
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death, with the manner how she came to't bravely
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confessed and lamented by the king, how
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attentiveness wounded his daughter; till, from one
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sign of dolour to another, she did, with an 'Alas,'
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I would fain say, bleed tears, for I am sure my
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heart wept blood. Who was most marble there changed
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colour; some swooned, all sorrowed: if all the world
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could have seen 't, the woe had been universal.
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First Gentleman
Are they returned to the court?
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Third Gentleman
No: the princess hearing of her mother's statue,
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which is in the keeping of Paulina,--a piece many
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years in doing and now newly performed by that rare
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Italian master, Julio Romano, who, had he himself
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eternity and could put breath into his work, would
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beguile Nature of her custom, so perfectly he is her
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ape: he so near to Hermione hath done Hermione that
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they say one would speak to her and stand in hope of
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answer: thither with all greediness of affection
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are they gone, and there they intend to sup.
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Second Gentleman
I thought she had some great matter there in hand;
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for she hath privately twice or thrice a day, ever
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since the death of Hermione, visited that removed
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house. Shall we thither and with our company piece
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the rejoicing?
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First Gentleman
Who would be thence that has the benefit of access?
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every wink of an eye some new grace will be born:
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our absence makes us unthrifty to our knowledge.
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Let's along.
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Exeunt Gentlemen

Now, had I not the dash of my former life in me,
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would preferment drop on my head. I brought the old
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man and his son aboard the prince: told him I heard
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them talk of a fardel and I know not what: but he
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at that time, overfond of the shepherd's daughter,
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so he then took her to be, who began to be much
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sea-sick, and himself little better, extremity of
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weather continuing, this mystery remained
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undiscovered. But 'tis all one to me; for had I
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been the finder out of this secret, it would not
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have relished among my other discredits.
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Here come those I have done good to against my will,
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and already appearing in the blossoms of their fortune.
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Come, boy; I am past moe children, but thy sons and
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daughters will be all gentlemen born.
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You are well met, sir. You denied to fight with me
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this other day, because I was no gentleman born.
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See you these clothes? say you see them not and
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think me still no gentleman born: you were best say
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these robes are not gentlemen born: give me the
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lie, do, and try whether I am not now a gentleman born.
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I know you are now, sir, a gentleman born.
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Ay, and have been so any time these four hours.
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And so have I, boy.
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So you have: but I was a gentleman born before my
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father; for the king's son took me by the hand, and
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called me brother; and then the two kings called my
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father brother; and then the prince my brother and
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the princess my sister called my father father; and
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so we wept, and there was the first gentleman-like
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tears that ever we shed.
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We may live, son, to shed many more.
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Ay; or else 'twere hard luck, being in so
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preposterous estate as we are.
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I humbly beseech you, sir, to pardon me all the
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faults I have committed to your worship and to give
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me your good report to the prince my master.
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Prithee, son, do; for we must be gentle, now we are
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Thou wilt amend thy life?
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Ay, an it like your good worship.
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Give me thy hand: I will swear to the prince thou
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art as honest a true fellow as any is in Bohemia.
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You may say it, but not swear it.
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Not swear it, now I am a gentleman? Let boors and
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franklins say it, I'll swear it.
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How if it be false, son?
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If it be ne'er so false, a true gentleman may swear
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it in the behalf of his friend: and I'll swear to
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the prince thou art a tall fellow of thy hands and
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that thou wilt not be drunk; but I know thou art no
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tall fellow of thy hands and that thou wilt be
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drunk: but I'll swear it, and I would thou wouldst
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be a tall fellow of thy hands.
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I will prove so, sir, to my power.
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Ay, by any means prove a tall fellow: if I do not
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wonder how thou darest venture to be drunk, not
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being a tall fellow, trust me not. Hark! the kings
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and the princes, our kindred, are going to see the
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queen's picture. Come, follow us: we'll be thy
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good masters.
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SCENE III. A chapel in PAULINA'S house.

In Scene 3 of Act 5, a statue of a woman is brought to life. The statue is actually Hermione, the wife of the king. The king is overcome with emotion and happiness at seeing his wife alive again. He apologizes for his past mistakes and asks for her forgiveness. Hermione forgives him and the two are reunited. They also discover that their daughter, who was thought to be dead, is actually alive and well. The king is overjoyed and the play ends on a happy note.


O grave and good Paulina, the great comfort
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That I have had of thee!
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What, sovereign sir,
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I did not well I meant well. All my services
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You have paid home: but that you have vouchsafed,
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With your crown'd brother and these your contracted
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Heirs of your kingdoms, my poor house to visit,
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It is a surplus of your grace, which never
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My life may last to answer.
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O Paulina,
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We honour you with trouble: but we came
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To see the statue of our queen: your gallery
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Have we pass'd through, not without much content
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In many singularities; but we saw not
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That which my daughter came to look upon,
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The statue of her mother.
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As she lived peerless,
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So her dead likeness, I do well believe,
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Excels whatever yet you look'd upon
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Or hand of man hath done; therefore I keep it
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Lonely, apart. But here it is: prepare
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To see the life as lively mock'd as ever
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Still sleep mock'd death: behold, and say 'tis well.
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I like your silence, it the more shows off
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Your wonder: but yet speak; first, you, my liege,
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Comes it not something near?
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Her natural posture!
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Chide me, dear stone, that I may say indeed
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Thou art Hermione; or rather, thou art she
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In thy not chiding, for she was as tender
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As infancy and grace. But yet, Paulina,
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Hermione was not so much wrinkled, nothing
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So aged as this seems.
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O, not by much.
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So much the more our carver's excellence;
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Which lets go by some sixteen years and makes her
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As she lived now.
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As now she might have done,
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So much to my good comfort, as it is
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Now piercing to my soul. O, thus she stood,
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Even with such life of majesty, warm life,
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As now it coldly stands, when first I woo'd her!
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I am ashamed: does not the stone rebuke me
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For being more stone than it? O royal piece,
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There's magic in thy majesty, which has
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My evils conjured to remembrance and
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From thy admiring daughter took the spirits,
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Standing like stone with thee.
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And give me leave,
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And do not say 'tis superstition, that
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I kneel and then implore her blessing. Lady,
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Dear queen, that ended when I but began,
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Give me that hand of yours to kiss.
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O, patience!
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The statue is but newly fix'd, the colour's Not dry.
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My lord, your sorrow was too sore laid on,
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Which sixteen winters cannot blow away,
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So many summers dry; scarce any joy
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Did ever so long live; no sorrow
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But kill'd itself much sooner.
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Dear my brother,
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Let him that was the cause of this have power
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To take off so much grief from you as he
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Will piece up in himself.
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Indeed, my lord,
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If I had thought the sight of my poor image
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Would thus have wrought you,--for the stone is mine--
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I'ld not have show'd it.
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Do not draw the curtain.
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No longer shall you gaze on't, lest your fancy
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May think anon it moves.
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Let be, let be.
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Would I were dead, but that, methinks, already--
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What was he that did make it? See, my lord,
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Would you not deem it breathed? and that those veins
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Did verily bear blood?
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Masterly done:
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The very life seems warm upon her lip.
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The fixture of her eye has motion in't,
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As we are mock'd with art.
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I'll draw the curtain:
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My lord's almost so far transported that
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He'll think anon it lives.
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O sweet Paulina,
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Make me to think so twenty years together!
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No settled senses of the world can match
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The pleasure of that madness. Let 't alone.
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I am sorry, sir, I have thus far stirr'd you: but
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I could afflict you farther.
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Do, Paulina;
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For this affliction has a taste as sweet
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As any cordial comfort. Still, methinks,
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There is an air comes from her: what fine chisel
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Could ever yet cut breath? Let no man mock me,
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For I will kiss her.
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Good my lord, forbear:
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The ruddiness upon her lip is wet;
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You'll mar it if you kiss it, stain your own
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With oily painting. Shall I draw the curtain?
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No, not these twenty years.
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So long could I
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Stand by, a looker on.
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Either forbear,
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Quit presently the chapel, or resolve you
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For more amazement. If you can behold it,
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I'll make the statue move indeed, descend
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And take you by the hand; but then you'll think--
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Which I protest against--I am assisted
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By wicked powers.
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What you can make her do,
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I am content to look on: what to speak,
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I am content to hear; for 'tis as easy
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To make her speak as move.
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It is required
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You do awake your faith. Then all stand still;
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On: those that think it is unlawful business
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I am about, let them depart.
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No foot shall stir.
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Music, awake her; strike!
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'Tis time; descend; be stone no more; approach;
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Strike all that look upon with marvel. Come,
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I'll fill your grave up: stir, nay, come away,
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Bequeath to death your numbness, for from him
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Dear life redeems you. You perceive she stirs:
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Start not; her actions shall be holy as
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You hear my spell is lawful: do not shun her
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Until you see her die again; for then
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You kill her double. Nay, present your hand:
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When she was young you woo'd her; now in age
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Is she become the suitor?
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O, she's warm!
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If this be magic, let it be an art
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Lawful as eating.
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She embraces him.
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She hangs about his neck:
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If she pertain to life let her speak too.
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Ay, and make't manifest where she has lived,
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Or how stolen from the dead.
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That she is living,
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Were it but told you, should be hooted at
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Like an old tale: but it appears she lives,
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Though yet she speak not. Mark a little while.
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Please you to interpose, fair madam: kneel
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And pray your mother's blessing. Turn, good lady;
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Our Perdita is found.
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You gods, look down
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And from your sacred vials pour your graces
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Upon my daughter's head! Tell me, mine own.
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Where hast thou been preserved? where lived? how found
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Thy father's court? for thou shalt hear that I,
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Knowing by Paulina that the oracle
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Gave hope thou wast in being, have preserved
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Myself to see the issue.
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There's time enough for that;
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Lest they desire upon this push to trouble
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Your joys with like relation. Go together,
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You precious winners all; your exultation
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Partake to every one. I, an old turtle,
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Will wing me to some wither'd bough and there
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My mate, that's never to be found again,
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Lament till I am lost.
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O, peace, Paulina!
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Thou shouldst a husband take by my consent,
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As I by thine a wife: this is a match,
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And made between's by vows. Thou hast found mine;
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But how, is to be question'd; for I saw her,
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As I thought, dead, and have in vain said many
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A prayer upon her grave. I'll not seek far--
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For him, I partly know his mind--to find thee
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An honourable husband. Come, Camillo,
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And take her by the hand, whose worth and honesty
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Is richly noted and here justified
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By us, a pair of kings. Let's from this place.
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What! look upon my brother: both your pardons,
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That e'er I put between your holy looks
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My ill suspicion. This is your son-in-law,
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And son unto the king, who, heavens directing,
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Is troth-plight to your daughter. Good Paulina,
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Lead us from hence, where we may leisurely
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Each one demand an answer to his part
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Perform'd in this wide gap of time since first
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We were dissever'd: hastily lead away.
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