The Arden Shakespeare Complete Works
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LEONTES I think so. Kill’d!
She I kill’d! I did so: but thou strik’st me
Sorely, to say I did: it is as bitter
Upon thy tongue as in my thought. Now, good now,
Say so but seldom.
CLEOMENES Not at all, good lady:
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You might have spoken a thousand things that would
Have done the time more benefit and grac’d
Your kindness better.
PAULINA You are one of those
Would have him wed again.
DION If you would not so,
You pity not the state, nor the remembrance
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Of his most sovereign name; consider little,
What dangers, by his highness’ fail of issue,
May drop upon his kingdom, and devour
Incertain lookers on. What were more holy
Than to rejoice the former queen is well?
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What holier than, for royalty’s repair,
For present comfort, and for future good,
To bless the bed of majesty again
With a sweet fellow to’t?
PAULINA There is none worthy,
Respecting her that’s gone. Besides, the gods
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Will have fulfill’d their secret purposes;
For has not the divine Apollo said,
Is’t not the tenor of his Oracle,
That King Leontes shall not have an heir,
Till his lost child be found? which, that it shall,
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Is all as monstrous to our human reason
As my Antigonus to break his grave
And come again to me; who, on my life,
Did perish with the infant. ’Tis your counsel
My lord should to the heavens be contrary,
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Oppose against their wills.
[to Leontes] Care not for issue;
The crown will find an heir. Great Alexander
Left his to th’ worthiest; so his successor
Was like to be the best.
LEONTES Good Paulina,
Who hast the memory of Hermione,
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I know, in honour, – O, that ever I
Had squar’d me to thy counsel! Then, even now,
I might have look’d upon my queen’s full eyes,
Have taken treasure from her lips, –
PAULINA And left them
More rich for what they yielded.
LEONTES Thou speak’st truth.
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No more such wives; therefore, no wife: one worse,
And better us’d, would make her sainted spirit
Again possess her corpse, and on this stage
(Were we offenders now) appear soul-vex’d,
And begin, ‘Why to me?’
PAULINA Had she such power,
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She had just cause.
LEONTES She had; and would incense me
To murder her I married.
PAULINA I should so:
Were I the ghost that walk’d, I’d bid you mark
Her eye, and tell me for what dull part in’t
You chose her: then I’d shriek, that even your ears
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Should rift to hear me; and the words that follow’d
Should be ‘Remember mine.’
LEONTES Stars, stars,
And all eyes else, dead coals! Fear thou no wife;
I’ll have no wife, Paulina.
PAULINA Will you swear
Never to marry, but by my free leave?
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LEONTES Never, Paulina; so be blest my spirit!
PAULINA
Then, good my lords, bear witness to his oath.
CLEOMENES You tempt him over-much.
PAULINA Unless another,
As like Hermione as is her picture,
Affront his eye.
CLEOMENES Good madam, –
PAULINA I have done.
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Yet, if my lord will marry, – if you will, sir;
No remedy but you will, – give me the office
To choose you a queen: she shall not be so young
As was your former, but she shall be such
As, walk’d your first queen’s ghost, it should take joy
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To see her in your arms.
LEONTES My true Paulina,
We shall not marry till thou bid’st us.
PAULINA That
Shall be when your first queen’s again in breath:
Never till then.
Enter a Servant.
SERVANT One that gives out himself Prince Florizel,
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Son of Polixenes, with his princess (she
The fairest I have yet beheld) desires access
To your high presence.
LEONTES What with him? he comes not
Like to his father’s greatness: his approach
(So out of circumstance, and sudden) tells us
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’Tis not a visitation fram’d, but forc’d
By need and accident. What train?
SERVANT But few,
And those but mean.
LEONTES His princess, say you, with him?
SERVANT Ay, the most peerless piece of earth, I think,
That e’er the sun shone bright on.
PAULINA O Hermione,
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As every present time doth boast itself
Above a better gone, so must thy grave
Give way to what’s seen now! Sir, you yourself
Have said, and writ so; but your writing now
Is colder than that theme: ‘She had not been,
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Nor was not to be equall’d’; – thus your verse
Flow’d with her beauty once: ’tis shrewdly ebb’d,
To say you have seen a better.
SERVANT Pardon, madam:
The one I have almost forgot, – your pardon, –
The other, when she has obtain’d your eye,
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Will have your tongue too. This is a creature,
Would she begin a sect, might quench the zeal
Of all professors else; make proselytes
Of who she but bid follow.
PAULINA How! not women?
SERVANT Women will love her, that she is a woman
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More worth than any man; men, that she is
The rarest of all women.
LEONTES Go, Cleomenes;
Yourself, assisted with your honour’d friends,
Bring them to our embracement.
Exeunt Cleomenes and others.
Still, ’tis strange
He thus should steal upon us.
PAULINA Had our prince
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(Jewel of children) seen this hour, he had pair’d
Well with this lord: there was not full a month
Between their births.
LEONTES Prithee, no more; cease; thou know’st
He dies to me again, when talk’d of: sure,
When I shall see this gentleman, thy speeches
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Will bring me to consider that which may
Unfurnish me of reason. They are come.
Enter FLORIZEL, PERDITA, CLEOMENES and others.
Your mother was most true to wedlock, prince;
For she did print your royal father off,
Conceiving you. Were I but twenty-one,
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Your father’s image is so hit in you,
His very air, that I should call you brother,
As I did him, and speak of something wildly
By us perform’d before. Most dearly welcome!
And your fair princess, – goddess! – O, alas!
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I lost a couple, that ’twixt heaven and earth
Might thus have stood, begetting wonder, as
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nbsp; You, gracious couple, do: and then I lost –
All mine own folly – the society,
Amity too, of your brave father, whom
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(Though bearing misery) I desire my life
Once more to look on him.
FLORIZEL By his command
Have I here touch’d Sicilia, and from him
Give you all greetings that a king (at friend)
Can send his brother: and, but infirmity
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(Which waits upon worn times) hath something seiz’d
His wish’d ability, he had himself
The lands and waters ’twixt your throne and his
Measur’d, to look upon you; whom he loves
(He bade me say so) more than all the sceptres
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And those that bear them living.
LEONTES O my brother, –
Good gentleman! – the wrongs I have done thee stir
Afresh within me; and these thy offices,
So rarely kind, are as interpreters
Of my behind-hand slackness! Welcome hither,
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As is the spring to th’earth. And hath he too
Expos’d this paragon to th’ fearful usage
(At least ungentle) of the dreadful Neptune,
To greet a man not worth her pains, much less
Th’adventure of her person?
FLORIZEL Good my lord,
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She came from Libya.
LEONTES Where the warlike Smalus,
That noble honour’d lord, is fear’d and lov’d?
FLORIZEL
Most royal sir, from thence; from him, whose Daughter
His tears proclaim’d his, parting with her: thence,
A prosperous south-wind friendly, we have cross’d,
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To execute the charge my father gave me
For visiting your highness: my best train
I have from your Sicilian shores dismiss’d;
Who for Bohemia bend, to signify
Not only my success in Libya, sir,
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But my arrival, and my wife’s, in safety
Here, where we are.
LEONTES The blessed gods
Purge all infection from our air whilst you
Do climate here! You have a holy father,
A graceful gentleman; against whose person
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(So sacred as it is) I have done sin,
For which, the heavens (taking angry note)
Have left me issueless: and your father’s blest
(As he from heaven merits it) with you,
Worthy his goodness. What might I have been,
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Might I a son and daughter now have look’d on,
Such goodly things as you!
Enter a Lord.
LORD Most noble sir,
That which I shall report will bear no credit,
Were not the proof so nigh. Please you, great sir,
Bohemia greets you from himself, by me;
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Desires you to attach his son, who has –
His dignity and duty both cast off –
Fled from his father, from his hopes, and with
A shepherd’s daughter.
LEONTES Where’s Bohemia? speak.
LORD
Here in your city; I now came from him.
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I speak amazedly, and it becomes
My marvel and my message. To your court
Whiles he was hast’ning – in the chase, it seems,
Of this fair couple – meets he on the way
The father of this seeming lady and
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Her brother, having both their country quitted
With this young prince.
FLORIZEL Camillo has betray’d me;
Whose honour and whose honesty till now
Endur’d all weathers.
LORD Lay’t so to his charge:
He’s with the king your father.
LEONTES Who? Camillo?
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LORD Camillo, sir; I spake with him; who now
Has these poor men in question. Never saw I
Wretches so quake: they kneel, they kiss the earth;
Forswear themselves as often as they speak.
Bohemia stops his ears, and threatens them
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With divers deaths in death.
PERDITA O my poor father!
The heaven sets spies upon us, will not have
Our contract celebrated.