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Oli. Ay me, detested ! how am I beguild ! more : but if he had not been iu drink he would Vio. Who does beguile you ? who does do have tickled you othergates than he did. you wrong?

Duke. How now, gentleman ! how is 't with Oli. Hast thou forgot thyself? Is it so long? you? Call forth the holy father.

Sir To. That's all one: has hurt me, and there's Duke.

Come away!

the end on it. Sot, didst see Dick surgeon, Oli. Whither, my lord ? Cesario, husband, stay. sot? Duke. Husband !

Clo. O! he's drunk, Sir Toby, an hour agone: Oli.

Ay, husband : can he that deny? his eyes were set at eight i' the morning. Duke. Her husband, sirrah !

Sir To. Then he's a rogue, anda passy-measures Vio

No, my lord, not I. pavin. I hate a drunken rogue. Oli. Alas ! it is the baseness of thy fear

Oli. Away with him! Who hath made this That makes thee strangle thy propriety.

havoc with them? Fear not, Cesario; take thy fortunes up ;

Sir And. I'll help you, Sir Toby, because we'll Be that thou know'st thou art, and then thou art be dressed together. As great as that thou fear'st,

Sir To. Will you help? an ass-head, and a cox.

comb, and a knave, a thin-faced knave, a gull! Enter Priest.

Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd

O welcome, father! to. Exeunt Clown, FABIAN, Sir Toby, and Father, I charge thee, by thy reverence,

Sir ANDREW. Here to unfold, though lately we intended

Enter SEBASTIAN, To keep in darkness what occasion now Reveals before 'tis ripe, what thou dost know Scb. I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your kins. Hath newly pass'd between this youth and me.

Priest. A contract of eternal bond of love, 160 | But had it been the brother of my blood, Confirm’d by mutual joinder of your hands, I must have done no less with wit and safety. Attested by the holy close of lips,

You throw a strange regard upon me, and by that Strengthen’d by interchangement of your rings; I do perceive it hath offended you : And all the ceremony of this compact

Pardon me, sweet one, even for the vows Seal'd in my function, by my testimony: We made each other but so late ago. Since when, my watch hath told me, toward Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and two my grave

persons ; I have travelled but two hours.

A natural perspective, that is, and is not ! Duke. O thou dissembling cub! what wilt Seb. Antonio ! O my dear Antonio ! thou be

How have the hours rack'd and tortur'd me When time hath sow'd a grizzle on thy case ? Since I have lost thee! Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow

Ant. Sebastian are you? That thine own trip shall be thine overthrow ? Scb.

Fear'st thou that, Antonio? Farewell, and take her ; but direct thy feet Ant. How have you made division of yourself? Where thou and I henceforth may never meet. An apple cleft in two is not more twin Vio. My lord, I do protest,

Than these two creatures, Which is Sebastian ? Oli.

O ! do not swear : Oli. Most wonderful ! Hold little faith, though thou hast too much fear. Seb. Do I stand there? I never had a brother ; Enter Sir ANDREW AGUECHEEK

Nor can there be that deity in my nature,

Of here and every where. I had a sister, Sir And. For the love of God, a surgeon ! send | Whom the blind waves and surges have devour'd. one presently to Sir Toby.

Of charity, wbat kin are you to me? Oli. What's the matter ?

What countryman ? what name? what parentSir And. He has broke my head across, and

age ? has given Sir Toby a bloody coxcomb too. For Vio. Of Messaline : Sebastian was my father; the love of God, your help! I had rather than Such a Sebastian was my brother too, forty pound I were at home.

182 So went he suited to his watery tomb. Oli. Who has done this, Sir Andrew ?

If spirits can assume both form and suit Sir And. The count's gentleman, one Cesario : You come to fright us. we took him for a coward, but he's the very Seb.

A spirit I am indeed ; devil incardinate.

But am in that dimension grossly clad Duke. My gentleman, Cesario ?

Which from the womb I did participate. Sir And. 'Od’s lifelings ! here he is. You broke Were you a woman, as the rest goes even, my head for nothing! and that that I did, I was I should my tears let fall upon your cheek, set on to do 't by Sir Toby.

19) | And say "Thrice welcome, drowned Viola ! l'io. Why do you speak to me? I never hurt Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow. 250 you:

Seb. And so had mine. You drew your sword upon me without cause ; Vio. And died that day when Viola from her But I bespake you fair, and hurt you not.

birth Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you Had number'd thirteen years. have burt me: I think yon set nothing by a Seb. O! that record is lively in my soul, bloody coxcomb.

He finished indeed his mortal act

That day that made my sister thirteen years. Enter Sir TOBY BELCH and Clown,

Vio. If nothing lets to make us happy both Here comes Sir Toby halting ; you shall hear | But this my masculine usurp'd attire,

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May rather pluck on laughter than revenge
If that the injuries be justly weigh'd
That have on both sides pass'd.

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Oli. Alas! poor fool, how have they baffled thee. Clo. Why, some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrown upon them.' I was one, sir, in this interlude; one Sir Topas, sir; but that's all one. By the Lord, fool, I am not mad.' But do you remember? 'Madam, why laugh you at such a barren rascal? an you smile not, he's gagg'd': and thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges.

Mal. I'll be reveng'd on the whole pack of
you.
Exit.

Oli. He hath been most notoriously abus'd.
Duke. Pursue him, and entreat him to a peace.
He hath not told us of the captain yet:
When that is known and golden time convents,
A solemn combination shall be made

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Of our dear souls. Meantime, sweet sister,
We will not part from hence. Cesario, come;
For so you shall be, while you are a man ;
But when in other habits you are seen,
Orsino's mistress, and his fancy's queen.
Exeunt all, except Clown.

Clo. When that I was and a little tiny boy,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain;
A foolish thing was but a toy,
For the rain it raineth every day.

But when I came, alas! to wire,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain;
By swaggering could I never thrive,
For the rain it raineth every day.

Palace.

Enter CAMILLO and ARCHIDAMUS.

Arch. If you shall chance, Camillo, to visit Bohemia, on the like occasion whereon my services are now on foot, you shall see, as I have said, great difference betwixt our Bohemia and your Sicilia.

But when I came to man's estate,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; 'Gainst kraves and thieves men shut their gates, For the rain it raineth every day.

But when I came unto my beds,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain;
With toss-pots still had drunken heads,
For the rain it raineth every day.

THE WINTER'S TALE.

Cam. I think, this coming summer, the King of Sicilia means to pay Bohemia the visitation which he justly owes him.

Arch. Wherein our entertainment shall shame
us we will be justified in our loves: for indeed,-
Cam. Beseech you,-
Arch. Verily, I speak it in the freedom of my

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DRAMATIS PERSONE.

LEONTES, King of Sicilia.
MAMILLIUS, young Prince of Sicilia.

CAMILLO,

ANTIGONUS,
CLEOMENES,
DION,

Lords of Sicilia.

POLIXENES, King of Bohemia.
FLORIZEL, Prince of Bohemia.

ARCHIDAMUS, a Lord of Bohemia.

Shepherdesses.

An old Shepherd, reputed Father of Perdita.

Lords, Ladies, and Gentlemen, Officers, and Servants, Shepherds and Shepherdesses, Guards, etc.

TIME, as Chorus.

SCENE.-Sometimes in Sicilia, sometimes in Bohemia.

A great while ago the world begun,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain;
But that's all one, our play is done,
And we'll strive to please you every day.

Exit.

Clown, his Son.
AUTOLYCUS, a Rogue.
A Mariner.

A Gaoler.

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HERMIONE, Queen to Leontes.

PERDITA, Daughter to Leontes and Hermione.

PAULINA, Wife to Antigonus.

EMILIA, a Lady attending on Hermione.
MOPSA,
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ACT I.

knowledge: we cannot with such magnificence We will SCENE I.-Sicilia. An Antechamber in LEONTES'in so rare-I know not what to say. give you sleepy drinks, that your senses, unintelligent of our insufficience, may, though they cannot praise us, as little accuse us.

Cam. You pay a great deal too dear for what's given freely.

Arch. Believe me, I speak as my understanding instructs me, and as mine honesty puts it to utterance.

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Cam. Sicilia cannot show himself over-kind to Bohemia. They were trained together in their childhoods; and there rooted betwixt them then such an affection which cannot choose but branch now. Since their more mature diguities and royal necessities made separation of their society, their encounters, though not personal,

have been royally attorneyed with interchange | The by-gone day proclaim'd: say this to him, of gifts, letters, loving embassies; that they have He's beat from his best ward. seemed to be together, though absent, shook Leon. Well said, Hermione. hands, as over a vast, and embraced, as it were, Her. To tell he longs to see his son were strong: from the ends of opposed winds. The heavens But let him say so then, and let him go; continue their loves! But let him swear so, and he shall not stay, We 'll thwack him hence with distaffs. To POLIXEN ES. Yet of your royal presence I'll adventure

Arch. I think there is not in the world either malice or matter to alter it. You have an unspeakable comfort of your young Prince Mamillius it is a gentleman of the greatest promise that ever came into my note.

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Cam. I very well agree with you in the hopes of him. It is a gallant child; one that indeed physics the subject, makes old hearts fresh; they that went on crutches ere he was born desire yet their life to see him a man.

Arch. Would they else be content to die? Cam. Yes; if there were no other excuse why they should desire to live.

Arch. If the king had no son, they would desire to live on crutches till he had one. Exeunt.

SCENE II. The Same. A Room of State in the
Palace.
Enter LEONTES, POLIXENES, HERMIONE, MA-
MILLIUS, CAMILLO, and Attendants.
Pol. Nine changes of the watery star have been
The shepherd's note since we have left our throne
Without a burden: time as long again
Would be fill'd up, my brother, with our thanks;
And yet we should for perpetuity
Go hence in debt; and therefore, like a cipher,
Yet standing in rich place, I multiply
With one 'We thank you' many thousands more
That go before it.

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

Sir, that's to-morrow. 10
I am question'd by my fears, of what may chance
Or breed upon our absence; that may blow
No sneaping winds at home, to make us say,

"

This is put forth too truly!' Besides, I have stay'd

No longer stay.

To tire your royalty.
Lem.
We are tougher, brother,
Than you can put us to 't.
Pol.
Leon. One seven-night longer.
Pol.
Very sooth, to-morrow.
Leon. We'll part the time between's then;
and in that
I'll no gainsaying.
Pol.

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

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So soon as yours could win me: so it should now,
Were there necessity in your request, although
'Twere needful I denied it. My affairs
Do even drag me homeward; which to hinder
Were in your love a whip to me; my stay
To you a charge and trouble: to save both,
Farewell, our brother.

Leon. Tongue-tied, our queen? speak you.
Her. I had thought, sir, to have held my peace
until

You had drawn oaths from him not to stay.
You, sir,
Charge him too coldly tell him, you are sure 30
All in Bohemia's well: this satisfaction

The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia
You take my lord, I'll give him my commission
To let him there a month behind the gest
Prefix'd for 's parting: yet, good deed, Leontes,
I love thee not a jar o' the clock behind
What lady she her lord. You'll stay?
Pol.

No, madam.

Pol.

Your guest then, madam:
To be your prisoner should import offending;
Which is for me less easy to commit
Than you to punish.

Her.
Not your gaoler then,
But your kind hostess. Come, I'll question you
Of my lord's tricks and yours when you were boys:
You were pretty lordings then.

Pol.

We were, fair queen,
Two lads that thought there was no more behind
But such a day to-morrow as to-day,
And to be boy eternal.

Iler. Was not my lord the verier wag o' the
two?

Pol. We were as twinn'd lambs that did frisk
i' the sun,

And bleat the one at the other: what we chang'd
Was innocence for innocence; we knew not
The doctrine of ill-doing, no, nor dream'd
That any did. Had we pursu'd that life,
And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rear'd
With stronger blood, we should have answer'd
heaven

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Boldly not guilty;' the imposition clear'd
Hereditary ours.

Her.
By this we gather
You have tripp'd since.
Pol.
O! my most sacred lady,
Temptations have since then been born to 's; for
In those unfledg'd days was my wife a girl;
Your precious self had then not cross'd the eyes
Of my young play fellow.

Her.

Grace to boot!
Of this make no conclusion, lest you say,
Your queen and I are devils; yet, go on:
The offences we have made you do we'll answer;
If you first sinn'd with us, and that with us
You did continue fault, and that you slipp'd not
With any but with us.

Giving her hand to POLIXENES.
Leon. Aside.
Too hot, too hot!
To mingle friendship far is mingling bloods.
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But not for joy; not joy. This entertainment
May a free face put on, derive a liberty
From heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom,
And well become the agent: 't may, I grant;
But to be paddling palms, and pinching fingers,
As now they are, and making practis'd smiles,
As in a looking-glass; and then to sigh, as 'twere
The mort o' the deer; O! that is entertainment
My bosom likes not, nor my brows. Mamillius,
Art thou my boy?
Ay, my good lord.

Mam.

Leon.

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

They say it's a copy out of mine. Come, captain,
We must be neat; not neat, but cleanly, captain:
And yet the steer, the heifer, and the calf,
Are all call'd neat. Still virginalling
Upon his palm! How now, you wanton calf!
Art thou my calf?
Mam.
Yes, if you will, my lord.
Leon. Thou want'st a rough pash and the
shoots that I have,

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Affection! thy intention stabs the centre:
Thou dost make possible things not so held,
Communicat'st with dreams;-how can this
be?-

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With what's unreal thou co-active art,

And fellow'st nothing: then 'tis very credent
Thou may'st co-join with something; and thou
dost.

And that beyond commission, and I find it,
And that to the infection of my brains
And hardening of my brows.

Pol.
What means Sicilia ?
Her. He something seems unsettled.
Pol.
How, my lord!
What cheer? how is 't with you, best brother?
Her.
You look
As if you held a brow of much distraction:
Are you mov'd, my lord?

Leon.

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How sometimes nature will betray its folly,
Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime
To harder bosoms! Looking on the lines
Of my boy's face, methoughts I did recoil
Twenty-three years, and saw myself unbreech'd,
In my green velvet coat, my dagger muzzled,
Lest it should bite its master, and so prove,
As ornaments oft do, too dangerous :
How like, methought, I then was to this kernel,
This squash, this gentleman. Mine honest friend,
Will you take eggs for money?

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Mam. No, my lord, I'll fight.

Leon. You will! why, happy man be's dole!
My brother,

Are you so fond of your young prince as we
Do seem to be of ours?

Pol.
If at home, sir,
He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter,
Now my sworn friend and then mine enemy;
My parasite, my soldier, statesman, all:
He makes a July's day short as December,
And with his varying childness cures in me
Thoughts that would thick my blood.
Leon.
So stands this squire
Offic'd with me. We two will walk, my lord,
And leave you to your graver steps. Hermione,
How thou lov'st us, show in our brother's
welcome:

Let what is dear in Sicily be cheap.
Next to thyself and my young rover, he's
Apparent to my heart.

Her.

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

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

Be you beneath the sky. Aside. I am angling

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now,
Though you perceive me not how I give line.
Go to, go to!

How she holds up the neb, the bill to him!
And arms her with the boldness of a wife
To her allowing husband!

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To be full like me: yet they say we are
Almost as like as eggs; women say so,
That will say any thing: but were they false
As o'er-dyed blacks, as wind, as waters, false
As dice are to be wish'd by one that fixes
No bourn 'twixt his and mine, yet were it true
To say this boy were like me. Come, sir page,
Look on me with your welkin eye: sweet villain!
Most dear'st! my collop! Can thy dam?