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The Oxford Shakespeare: The Complete Works

Page 369

by William Shakespeare


  AUTOLYCUS O, that’s the case of the shepherd’s son. Hang him, he’ll be made an example.

  CLOWN (to the Old Shepherd) Comfort, good comfort. We must to the King, and show our strange sights. He must know ’tis none of your daughter, nor my sister. We are gone else. (To Autolycus) Sir, I will give you as much as this old man does when the business is performed, and remain, as he says, your pawn till it be brought you.

  AUTOLYCUS I will trust you. Walk before toward the seaside. Go on the right hand. I will but look upon the hedge, and follow you.

  CLOWN (to the Old Shepherd) We are blessed in this man, as I may say, even blessed.

  OLD SHEPHERD Let’s before, as he bids us. He was provided to do us good. Exit with the Clown

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

  Exit

  5.1 Enter Leontes, Cleomenes, Dion, and Paulina

  CLEOMENES (to Leontes)

  Sir, you have done enough, and have performed

  A saint-like sorrow. No fault could you make

  Which you have not redeemed, indeed, paid down

  More penitence than done trespass. At the last

  Do as the heavens have done, forget your evil.

  With them, forgive yourself.

  LEONTES

  Whilst I remember

  Her and her virtues I cannot forget

  My blemishes in them, and so still think of

  The wrong I did myself, which was so much

  That heirless it hath made my kingdom, and

  Destroyed the sweet‘st companion that e’er man

  Bred his hopes out of. True?

  PAULINA

  Too true, my lord.

  If one by one you wedded all the world,

  Or from the all that are took something good

  To make a perfect woman, she you killed

  Would be unparalleled.

  LEONTES

  I think so. Killed?

  She I killed? 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.

  You might have spoke a thousand things that would

  Have done the time more benefit, and graced

  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

  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?

  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

  Will have fulfilled 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

  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,

  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,

  I know, in honour—O, that ever I

  Had squared me to thy counsel! Then even now

  I might have looked 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.

  No more such wives, therefore no wife. One worse,

  And better used, would make her sainted spirit

  Again possess her corpse, and on this stage,

  Where we offenders mourn, appear soul-vexed,

  And begin, ‘Why to me?’

  PAULINA

  Had she such power

  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 walked 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

  Should rift to hear me, and the words that followed

  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?

  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, I have done.

  PAULINA

  Yet if my lord will marry—if you will, sir;

  No remedy but you will—give me the office

  To choose your queen. She shall not be so young

  As was your former, but she shall be such

  As, walked your first queen’s ghost, it should take joy

  To see her in your arms.

  LEONTES

  My true Paulina,

  We shall not marry till thou bidd’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,

  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

  ’Tis not a visitation framed, but forced

  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,

  As every present time doth boast itself

  Above a better, gone, so must thy gr
ave

  Give way to what’s seen now!

  (To the Servant) Sir, you yourself

  Have said and writ so; but your writing now

  Is colder than that theme. She had not been

  Nor was not to be equalled—thus your verse

  Flowed with her beauty once. ’Tis shrewdly ebbed

  To say you have seen a better.

  SERVANT

  Pardon, madam.

  The one I have almost forgot—your pardon!

  The other, when she has obtained your eye,

  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

  More worth than any man; men, that she is

  The rarest of all women.

  LEONTES

  Go, Cleomenes.

  Yourself, assisted with your honoured friends,

  Bring them to our embracement.

  Exit Cleomenes

  Still ’tis strange

  He thus should steal upon us.

  PAULINA

  Had our prince,

  Jewel of children, seen this hour, he had paired

  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 talked of. Sure,

  When I shall see this gentleman thy speeches

  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,

  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 performed before. Most dearly welcome,

  And your fair princess—goddess! O, alas,

  I lost a couple that ’twixt heaven and earth

  Might thus have stood, begetting wonder, as

  You, gracious couple, do; and then I lost—

  All mine own folly—the society,

  Amity too, of your brave father, whom,

  Though bearing misery, I desire my life

  Once more to look on him.

  FLORIZEL

  By his command

  Have I here touched Sicilia, and from him

  Give you all greetings that a king at friend

  Can send his brother; and but infirmity,

  Which waits upon worn times, hath something seized

  His wished ability, he had himself

  The lands and waters ’twixt your throne and his

  Measured to look upon you, whom he loves—

  He bade me say so—more than all the sceptres,

  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 behindhand slackness. Welcome hither,

  As is the spring to th‘earth! And hath he too

  Exposed 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,

  She came from Libya.

  LEONTES

  Where the warlike Smalus,

  That noble honoured lord, is feared and loved?

  FLORIZEL

  Most royal sir, from thence; from him whose daughter

  His tears proclaimed his, parting with her. Thence,

  A prosperous south wind friendly, we have crossed,

  To execute the charge my father gave me

  For visiting your highness. My best train

  I have from your Sicilian shores dismissed;

  Who for Bohemia bend, to signify

  Not only my success in Libya, sir,

  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,

  So sacred as it is, I have done sin,

  For which the heavens, taking angry note,

  Have left me issueless; and your father’s blessed,

  As he from heaven merits it, with you,

  Worthy his goodness. What might I have been,

  Might I a son and daughter now have looked 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;

  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.

  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

  Her brother, having both their country quitted

  With this young prince.

  FLORIZEL

  Camillo has betrayed me,

  Whose honour and whose honesty till now

  Endured all weathers.

  LORD

  Lay’t so to his charge.

  He’s with the King your father.

  LEONTES

  Who, Camillo?

  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

  With divers deaths in death.

  PERDITA

  O, my poor father!

  The heaven sets spies upon us, will not have

  Our contract celebrated.

  LEONTES

  You are married?

  FLORIZEL

  We are not, sir, nor are we like to be.

  The stars, I see, will kiss the valleys first.

  The odds for high and low’s alike.

  LEONTES

  My lord,

  Is this the daughter of a king?

  FLORIZEL

  She is,

  When once she is my wife.

  LEONTES

  That ‘once’, I see, by your good father’s speed

  Will come on very slowly. I am sorry,

  Most sorry, you have broken from his liking

  Where you were tied in duty; and as sorry

  Your choice is not so rich in worth as beauty,

  That you might well enjoy her.

  FLORIZEL (to Perdita)

  Dear, look up.

  Though fortune, visible an enemy,

  Should chase us with my father, power no jot

  Hath she to change our loves.—Beseech you, sir,

  Remember since you owed no more to time

  Than I do now. With thought of such affections,

  Step forth mine advoca
te. At your request

  My father will grant precious things as trifles.

  LEONTES

  Would he do so, I’d beg your precious mistress,

  Which he counts but a trifle.

  PAULINA

  Sir, my liege,

  Your eye hath too much youth in’t. Not a month

  Fore your queen died she was more worth such gazes

  Than what you look on now.

  LEONTES

  I thought of her

  Even in these looks I made.

  (To Florizel) But your petition

  Is yet unanswered. I will to your father.

  Your honour not o’erthrown by your desires,

  I am friend to them and you. Upon which errand

  I now go toward him. Therefore follow me,

  And mark what way I make. Come, good my lord.

  Exeunt

  5.2 Enter Autolycus and a Gentleman

  AUTOLYCUS Beseech you, sir, were you present at this relation?

  FIRST GENTLEMAN I was by at the opening of the fardel, heard the old shepherd deliver the manner how he found it; whereupon, after a little amazedness, we were all commanded out of the chamber. Only this, methought I heard the shepherd say he found the child.

  AUTOLYCUS I would most gladly know the issue of it.

  FIRST GENTLEMAN I make a broken delivery of the business, but the changes I perceived in the King and Camillo were very notes of admiration. They seemed almost, with staring on one another, to tear the cases of their eyes. There was speech in their dumbness, language in their very gesture. They looked as they had heard of a world ransomed, or one destroyed. A notable passion of wonder appeared in them, but the wisest beholder, that knew no more but seeing, could not say if th’importance were joy or sorrow. But in the extremity of the one, it must needs be.

  Enter another Gentleman

  Here comes a gentleman that happily knows more. The news, Ruggiero!

  SECOND GENTLEMAN Nothing but bonfires. The oracle is fulfilled. The King’s daughter is found. Such a deal of wonder is broken out within this hour, that ballad-makers cannot be able to express it.

  Enter another Gentleman

  Here comes the Lady Paulina’s steward. He can deliver you more.—How goes it now, sir? This news which is called true is so like an old tale that the verity of it is in strong suspicion. Has the King found his heir?

  THIRD GENTLEMAN Most true, if ever truth were pregnant by circumstance. That which you hear you’ll swear you see, there is such unity in the proofs. The mantle of Queen Hermione’s, her jewel about the neck of it, the letters of Antigonus found with it, which they know to be his character; the majesty of the creature, in resemblance of the mother; the affection of nobleness which nature shows above her breeding, and many other evidences proclaim her with all certainty to be the King’s daughter. Did you see the meeting of the two kings?

 

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