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The Shepherd’s cottage.
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The Shepherd’s cottage.
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Enter FLORIZEL and PERDITA
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Enter FLORIZEL and PERDITA
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FLORIZEL These your unusual weeds to each part of you
Do give a life: no shepherdess, but Flora
Peering in April’s front. This your sheep-shearing
Is as a meeting of the petty gods,
5 And you the queen on’t.
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FLORIZEL These your unusual weeds to each part of you
Do give a life: no shepherdess, but Flora
Peering in April’s front. This your sheep-shearing
Is as a meeting of the petty gods,
And you the queen on’t.
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PERDITA Sir, my gracious lord,
To chide at your extremes it not becomes me:
O, pardon, that I name them! Your high self,
The gracious mark o’ the land, you have obscured
10 With a swain’s wearing, and me, poor lowly maid,
Most goddess-like prank’d up: but that our feasts
In every mess have folly and the feeders
Digest it with a custom, I should blush
To see you so attired, swoon, I think,
15 To show myself a glass.
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PERDITA Sir, my gracious lord,
To chide at your extremes it not becomes me:
O, pardon, that I name them! Your high self,
The gracious mark o’ the land, you have obscured
With a swain’s wearing, and me, poor lowly maid,
Most goddess-like prank’d up: but that our feasts
In every mess have folly and the feeders
Digest it with a custom, I should blush
To see you so attired, swoon, I think,
To show myself a glass.
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FLORIZEL I bless the time
When my good falcon made her flight across
Thy father’s ground.
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FLORIZEL I bless the time
When my good falcon made her flight across
Thy father’s ground.
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PERDITA Now Jove afford you cause!
20 To me the difference forges dread; your greatness
Hath not been used to fear. Even now I tremble
To think your father, by some accident,
Should pass this way as you did: O, the Fates!
How would he look, to see his work so noble
25 Vilely bound up? What would he say? Or how
Should I, in these my borrow’d flaunts, behold
The sternness of his presence?
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PERDITA Now Jove afford you cause!
To me the difference forges dread; your greatness
Hath not been used to fear. Even now I tremble
To think your father, by some accident,
Should pass this way as you did: O, the Fates!
How would he look, to see his work so noble
Vilely bound up? What would he say? Or how
Should I, in these my borrow’d flaunts, behold
The sternness of his presence?
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FLORIZEL Apprehend
Nothing but jollity. The gods themselves,
30 Humbling their deities to love, have taken
The shapes of beasts upon them: Jupiter
Became a bull, and bellow’d; the green Neptune
A ram, and bleated; and the fire-robed god,
Golden Apollo, a poor humble swain,
35 As I seem now. Their transformations
Were never for a piece of beauty rarer,
Nor in a way so chaste, since my desires
Run not before mine honour, nor my lusts
Burn hotter than my faith.
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FLORIZEL Apprehend
Nothing but jollity. The gods themselves,
Humbling their deities to love, have taken
The shapes of beasts upon them: Jupiter
Became a bull, and bellow’d; the green Neptune
A ram, and bleated; and the fire-robed god,
Golden Apollo, a poor humble swain,
As I seem now. Their transformations
Were never for a piece of beauty rarer,
Nor in a way so chaste, since my desires
Run not before mine honour, nor my lusts
Burn hotter than my faith.
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PERDITA 40 O, but, sir,
Your resolution cannot hold, when ’tis
Opposed, as it must be, by the power of the king:
One of these two must be necessities,
Which then will speak, that you must
45 change this purpose,
Or I my life.
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PERDITA O, but, sir,
Your resolution cannot hold, when ’tis
Opposed, as it must be, by the power of the king:
One of these two must be necessities,
Which then will speak, that you must
change this purpose,
Or I my life.
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FLORIZEL Thou dearest Perdita,
With these forced thoughts, I prithee, darken not
The mirth o’ the feast. Or I’ll be thine, my fair,
50 Or not my father’s. For I cannot be
Mine own, nor any thing to any, if
I be not thine. To this I am most constant,
Though destiny say no. Be merry, gentle;
Strangle such thoughts as these with any thing
55 That you behold the while. Your guests are coming:
Lift up your countenance, as it were the day
Of celebration of that nuptial which
We two have sworn shall come.
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FLORIZEL Thou dearest Perdita,
With these forced thoughts, I prithee, darken not
The mirth o’ the feast. Or I’ll be thine, my fair,
Or not my father’s. For I cannot be
Mine own, nor any thing to any, if
I be not thine. To this I am most constant,
Though destiny say no. Be merry, gentle;
Strangle such thoughts as these with any thing
That you behold the while. Your guests are coming:
Lift up your countenance, as it were the day
Of celebration of that nuptial which
We two have sworn shall come.
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PERDITA O lady Fortune,
60 Stand you auspicious!
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PERDITA O lady Fortune,
Stand you auspicious!
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FLORIZEL See, your guests approach:
Address yourself to entertain them sprightly,
And let’s be red with mirth.
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FLORIZEL See, your guests approach:
Address yourself to entertain them sprightly,
And let’s be red with mirth.
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Enter Shepherd, Clown, MOPSA , DORCAS , and others, with POLIXENES and CAMILLO disguised
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Enter Shepherd, Clown, MOPSA , DORCAS , and others, with POLIXENES and CAMILLO disguised
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SHEPHERD Fie, daughter! when my old wife lived, upon
65 This day she was both pantler, butler, cook,
Both dame and servant; welcomed all, served all;
Would sing her song and dance her turn; now here,
At upper end o’ the table, now i’ the middle;
On his shoulder, and his; her face o’ fire
70 With labour and the thing she took to quench it,
She would to each one sip. You are retired,
As if you were a feasted one and not
The hostess of the meeting: pray you, bid
These unknown friends to’s welcome; for it is
75 A way to make us better friends, more known.
Come, quench your blushes and present yourself
That which you are, mistress o’ the feast: come on,
And bid us welcome to your sheep-shearing,
As your good flock shall prosper.
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SHEPHERD Fie, daughter! when my old wife lived, upon
This day she was both pantler, butler, cook,
Both dame and servant; welcomed all, served all;
Would sing her song and dance her turn; now here,
At upper end o’ the table, now i’ the middle;
On his shoulder, and his; her face o’ fire
With labour and the thing she took to quench it,
She would to each one sip. You are retired,
As if you were a feasted one and not
The hostess of the meeting: pray you, bid
These unknown friends to’s welcome; for it is
A way to make us better friends, more known.
Come, quench your blushes and present yourself
That which you are, mistress o’ the feast: come on,
And bid us welcome to your sheep-shearing,
As your good flock shall prosper.
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PERDITA 80 [To POLIXENES] Sir, welcome:
It is my father’s will I should take on me
The hostess-ship o’ the day.
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PERDITA [To POLIXENES] Sir, welcome:
It is my father’s will I should take on me
The hostess-ship o’ the day.
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To CAMILLO
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To CAMILLO
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You’re welcome, sir.
Give me those flowers there, Dorcas. Reverend sirs,
85 For you there’s rosemary and rue; these keep
Seeming and savour all the winter long:
Grace and remembrance be to you both,
And welcome to our shearing!
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You’re welcome, sir.
Give me those flowers there, Dorcas. Reverend sirs,
For you there’s rosemary and rue; these keep
Seeming and savour all the winter long:
Grace and remembrance be to you both,
And welcome to our shearing!
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POLIXENES Shepherdess,
90 A fair one are you—well you fit our ages
With flowers of winter.
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POLIXENES Shepherdess,
A fair one are you—well you fit our ages
With flowers of winter.
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PERDITA Sir, the year growing ancient,
Not yet on summer’s death, nor on the birth
Of trembling winter, the fairest
95 flowers o’ the season
Are our carnations and streak’d gillyvors,
Which some call nature’s bastards: of that kind
Our rustic garden’s barren; and I care not
To get slips of them.
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PERDITA Sir, the year growing ancient,
Not yet on summer’s death, nor on the birth
Of trembling winter, the fairest
flowers o’ the season
Are our carnations and streak’d gillyvors,
Which some call nature’s bastards: of that kind
Our rustic garden’s barren; and I care not
To get slips of them.
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POLIXENES 100 Wherefore, gentle maiden,
Do you neglect them?
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POLIXENES Wherefore, gentle maiden,
Do you neglect them?
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PERDITA For I have heard it said
There is an art which in their piedness shares
With great creating nature.
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PERDITA For I have heard it said
There is an art which in their piedness shares
With great creating nature.
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POLIXENES 105 Say there be;
Yet nature is made better by no mean
But nature makes that mean: so, over that art
Which you say adds to nature, is an art
That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry
110 A gentler scion to the wildest stock,
And make conceive a bark of baser kind
By bud of nobler race: this is an art
Which does mend nature, change it rather, but
The art itself is nature.
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POLIXENES Say there be;
Yet nature is made better by no mean
But nature makes that mean: so, over that art
Which you say adds to nature, is an art
That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry
A gentler scion to the wildest stock,
And make conceive a bark of baser kind
By bud of nobler race: this is an art
Which does mend nature, change it rather, but
The art itself is nature.
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PERDITA 115 So it is.
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PERDITA So it is.
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POLIXENES Then make your garden rich in gillyvors,
And do not call them bastards.
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POLIXENES Then make your garden rich in gillyvors,
And do not call them bastards.
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PERDITA I’ll not put
The dibble in earth to set one slip of them;
120 No more than were I painted I would wish
This youth should say ’twere well and only therefore
Desire to breed by me. Here’s flowers for you;
Hot lavender, mints, savoury, marjoram;
The marigold, that goes to bed wi’ the sun
125 And with him rises weeping: these are flowers
Of middle summer, and I think they are given
To men of middle age. You’re very welcome.
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PERDITA I’ll not put
The dibble in earth to set one slip of them;
No more than were I painted I would wish
This youth should say ’twere well and only therefore
Desire to breed by me. Here’s flowers for you;
Hot lavender, mints, savoury, marjoram;
The marigold, that goes to bed wi’ the sun
And with him rises weeping: these are flowers
Of middle summer, and I think they are given
To men of middle age. You’re very welcome.
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CAMILLO I should leave grazing, were I of your flock,
And only live by gazing.
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CAMILLO I should leave grazing, were I of your flock,
And only live by gazing.
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PERDITA 130 Out, alas!
You’d be so lean, that blasts of January
Would blow you through and through.
Now, my fair’st friend,
I would I had some flowers o’ the spring that might
135 Become your time of day; and yours, and yours,
That wear upon your virgin branches yet
Your maidenheads growing: O Proserpina,
For the flowers now, that frighted thou let’st fall
From Dis’s waggon! daffodils,
140 That come before the swallow dares, and take
The winds of March with beauty; violets dim,
But sweeter than the lids of Juno’s eyes
Or Cytherea’s breath; pale primroses
That die unmarried, ere they can behold
145 Bight Phoebus in his strength—a malady
Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and
The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds,
The flower-de-luce being one! O, these I lack,
To make you garlands of, and my sweet friend,
150 To strew him o’er and o’er!
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PERDITA Out, alas!
You’d be so lean, that blasts of January
Would blow you through and through.
Now, my fair’st friend,
I would I had some flowers o’ the spring that might
Become your time of day; and yours, and yours,
That wear upon your virgin branches yet
Your maidenheads growing: O Proserpina,
For the flowers now, that frighted thou let’st fall
From Dis’s waggon! daffodils,
That come before the swallow dares, and take
The winds of March with beauty; violets dim,
But sweeter than the lids of Juno’s eyes
Or Cytherea’s breath; pale primroses
That die unmarried, ere they can behold
Bight Phoebus in his strength—a malady
Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and
The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds,
The flower-de-luce being one! O, these I lack,
To make you garlands of, and my sweet friend,
To strew him o’er and o’er!
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FLORIZEL What, like a corse?
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FLORIZEL What, like a corse?
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PERDITA No, like a bank for love to lie and play on;
Not like a corse; or if, not to be buried,
But quick and in mine arms. Come, take your flowers:
155 Methinks I play as I have seen them do
In Whitsun pastorals: sure this robe of mine
Does change my disposition.
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PERDITA No, like a bank for love to lie and play on;
Not like a corse; or if, not to be buried,
But quick and in mine arms. Come, take your flowers:
Methinks I play as I have seen them do
In Whitsun pastorals: sure this robe of mine
Does change my disposition.
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FLORIZEL What you do
Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet.
160 I’ld have you do it ever: when you sing,
I’ld have you buy and sell so, so give alms,
Pray so; and, for the ordering your affairs,
To sing them too: when you do dance, I wish you
A wave o’ the sea, that you might ever do
165 Nothing but that; move still, still so,
And own no other function: each your doing,
So singular in each particular,
Crowns what you are doing in the present deed,
That all your acts are queens.
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FLORIZEL What you do
Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet.
I’ld have you do it ever: when you sing,
I’ld have you buy and sell so, so give alms,
Pray so; and, for the ordering your affairs,
To sing them too: when you do dance, I wish you
A wave o’ the sea, that you might ever do
Nothing but that; move still, still so,
And own no other function: each your doing,
So singular in each particular,
Crowns what you are doing in the present deed,
That all your acts are queens.
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PERDITA 170 O Doricles,
Your praises are too large: but that your youth,
And the true blood which peepeth fairly through’t,
Do plainly give you out an unstain’d shepherd,
With wisdom I might fear, my Doricles,
175 You woo’d me the false way.
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PERDITA O Doricles,
Your praises are too large: but that your youth,
And the true blood which peepeth fairly through’t,
Do plainly give you out an unstain’d shepherd,
With wisdom I might fear, my Doricles,
You woo’d me the false way.
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FLORIZEL I think you have
As little skill to fear as I have purpose
To put you to’t. But come; our dance, I pray:
Your hand, my Perdita: so turtles pair,
180 That never mean to part.
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FLORIZEL I think you have
As little skill to fear as I have purpose
To put you to’t. But come; our dance, I pray:
Your hand, my Perdita: so turtles pair,
That never mean to part.
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PERDITA I’ll swear for ’em.
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PERDITA I’ll swear for ’em.
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POLIXENES This is the prettiest low-born lass that ever
Ran on the green-sward: nothing she does or seems
But smacks of something greater than herself,
185 Too noble for this place.
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POLIXENES This is the prettiest low-born lass that ever
Ran on the green-sward: nothing she does or seems
But smacks of something greater than herself,
Too noble for this place.
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CAMILLO He tells her something
That makes her blood look out: good sooth, she is
The queen of curds and cream.
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CAMILLO He tells her something
That makes her blood look out: good sooth, she is
The queen of curds and cream.
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CLOWN Come on, strike up!
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CLOWN Come on, strike up!
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DORCAS 190 Mopsa must be your mistre marry, garlic,
To mend her kissing with!
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DORCAS Mopsa must be your mistre marry, garlic,
To mend her kissing with!
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MOPSA Now, in good time!
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MOPSA Now, in good time!
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CLOWN Not a word, a word; we stand upon our manners.
Come, strike up!
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CLOWN Not a word, a word; we stand upon our manners.
Come, strike up!
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Music. Here a dance of Shepherds and Shepherdesses
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Music. Here a dance of Shepherds and Shepherdesses
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POLIXENES 195 Pray, good shepherd, what fair swain is this
Which dances with your daughter?
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POLIXENES Pray, good shepherd, what fair swain is this
Which dances with your daughter?
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SHEPHERD They call him Doricles; and boasts himself
To have a worthy feeding: but I have it
Upon his own report and I believe it;
200 He looks like sooth. He says he loves my daughter:
I think so too; for never gazed the moon
Upon the water as he’ll stand and read
As ’twere my daughter’s eyes: and, to be plain,
I think there is not half a kiss to choose
205 Who loves another best.
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SHEPHERD They call him Doricles; and boasts himself
To have a worthy feeding: but I have it
Upon his own report and I believe it;
He looks like sooth. He says he loves my daughter:
I think so too; for never gazed the moon
Upon the water as he’ll stand and read
As ’twere my daughter’s eyes: and, to be plain,
I think there is not half a kiss to choose
Who loves another best.
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POLIXENES She dances featly.
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POLIXENES She dances featly.
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SHEPHERD So she does any thing; though I report it,
That should be silent: if young Doricles
Do light upon her, she shall bring him that
210 Which he not dreams of.
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SHEPHERD So she does any thing; though I report it,
That should be silent: if young Doricles
Do light upon her, she shall bring him that
Which he not dreams of.
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Enter Servant
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Enter Servant
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SERVANT O master, if you did but hear the pedlar at the
door, you would never dance again after a tabour and
pipe; no, the bagpipe could not move you: he sings
several tunes faster than you’ll tell money; he
215 utters them as he had eaten ballads and all men’s
ears grew to his tunes.
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SERVANT O master, if you did but hear the pedlar at the
door, you would never dance again after a tabour and
pipe; no, the bagpipe could not move you: he sings
several tunes faster than you’ll tell money; he
utters them as he had eaten ballads and all men’s
ears grew to his tunes.
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CLOWN He could never come better; he shall come in. I
love a ballad but even too well, if it be doleful
matter merrily set down, or a very pleasant thing
220 indeed and sung lamentably.
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CLOWN He could never come better; he shall come in. I
love a ballad but even too well, if it be doleful
matter merrily set down, or a very pleasant thing
indeed and sung lamentably.
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SERVANT He hath songs for man or woman, of all sizes; no
milliner can so fit his customers with gloves: he
has the prettiest love-songs for maids; so without
bawdry, which is strange; with such delicate
225 burthens of dildos and fadings, ‘jump her and thump
her;’ and where some stretch-mouthed rascal would,
as it were, mean mischief and break a foul gap into
the matter, he makes the maid to answer ‘Whoop, do me
no harm, good man;’ puts him off, slights him, with
230 ‘Whoop, do me no harm, good man.’
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SERVANT He hath songs for man or woman, of all sizes; no
milliner can so fit his customers with gloves: he
has the prettiest love-songs for maids; so without
bawdry, which is strange; with such delicate
burthens of dildos and fadings, ‘jump her and thump
her;’ and where some stretch-mouthed rascal would,
as it were, mean mischief and break a foul gap into
the matter, he makes the maid to answer ‘Whoop, do me
no harm, good man;’ puts him off, slights him, with
‘Whoop, do me no harm, good man.’
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POLIXENES This is a brave fellow.
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POLIXENES This is a brave fellow.
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CLOWN Believe me, thou talkest of an admirable conceited
fellow. Has he any unbraided wares?
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CLOWN Believe me, thou talkest of an admirable conceited
fellow. Has he any unbraided wares?
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SERVANT He hath ribbons of an the colours i’ the rainbow;
235 points more than all the lawyers in Bohemia can
learnedly handle, though they come to him by the
gro inkles, caddisses, cambrics, lawns: why, he
sings ’em over as they were gods or goddesses; you
would think a smock were a she-angel, he so chants
240 to the sleeve-hand and the work about the square on’t.
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SERVANT He hath ribbons of an the colours i’ the rainbow;
points more than all the lawyers in Bohemia can
learnedly handle, though they come to him by the
gro inkles, caddisses, cambrics, lawns: why, he
sings ’em over as they were gods or goddesses; you
would think a smock were a she-angel, he so chants
to the sleeve-hand and the work about the square on’t.
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CLOWN Prithee bring him in; and let him approach singing.
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CLOWN Prithee bring him in; and let him approach singing.
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PERDITA Forewarn him that he use no scurrilous words in ’s tunes.
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PERDITA Forewarn him that he use no scurrilous words in ’s tunes.
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Exit Servant
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Exit Servant
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CLOWN You have of these pedlars, that have more in them
than you’ld think, sister.
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CLOWN You have of these pedlars, that have more in them
than you’ld think, sister.
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PERDITA 245 Ay, good brother, or go about to think.
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PERDITA Ay, good brother, or go about to think.
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Enter AUTOLYCUS , singing
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Enter AUTOLYCUS , singing
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AUTOLYCUS Lawn as white as driven snow;
Cyprus black as e’er was crow;
Gloves as sweet as damask roses;
Masks for faces and for noses;
250 Bugle bracelet, necklace amber,
Perfume for a lady’s chamber;
Golden quoifs and stomachers,
For my lads to give their dears:
Pins and poking-sticks of steel,
255 What maids lack from head to heel:
Come buy of me, come; come buy, come buy;
Buy lads, or else your lasses cry: Come buy.
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AUTOLYCUS Lawn as white as driven snow;
Cyprus black as e’er was crow;
Gloves as sweet as damask roses;
Masks for faces and for noses;
Bugle bracelet, necklace amber,
Perfume for a lady’s chamber;
Golden quoifs and stomachers,
For my lads to give their dears:
Pins and poking-sticks of steel,
What maids lack from head to heel:
Come buy of me, come; come buy, come buy;
Buy lads, or else your lasses cry: Come buy.
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CLOWN If I were not in love with Mopsa, thou shouldst take
no money of me; but being enthralled as I am, it
260 will also be the bondage of certain ribbons and gloves.
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CLOWN If I were not in love with Mopsa, thou shouldst take
no money of me; but being enthralled as I am, it
will also be the bondage of certain ribbons and gloves.
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MOPSA I was promised them against the feast; but they come
not too late now.
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MOPSA I was promised them against the feast; but they come
not too late now.
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DORCAS He hath promised you more than that, or there be liars.
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DORCAS He hath promised you more than that, or there be liars.
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MOPSA He hath paid you all he promised you; may be, he has
265 paid you more, which will shame you to give him again.
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MOPSA He hath paid you all he promised you; may be, he has
paid you more, which will shame you to give him again.
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CLOWN Is there no manners left among maids? will they
wear their plackets where they should bear their
faces? Is there not milking-time, when you are
going to bed, or kiln-hole, to whistle off these
270 secrets, but you must be tittle-tattling before all
our guests? ’tis well they are whispering: clamour
your tongues, and not a word more.
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CLOWN Is there no manners left among maids? will they
wear their plackets where they should bear their
faces? Is there not milking-time, when you are
going to bed, or kiln-hole, to whistle off these
secrets, but you must be tittle-tattling before all
our guests? ’tis well they are whispering: clamour
your tongues, and not a word more.
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MOPSA I have done. Come, you promised me a tawdry-lace
and a pair of sweet gloves.
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MOPSA I have done. Come, you promised me a tawdry-lace
and a pair of sweet gloves.
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CLOWN 275 Have I not told thee how I was cozened by the way
and lost all my money?
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CLOWN Have I not told thee how I was cozened by the way
and lost all my money?
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AUTOLYCUS And indeed, sir, there are cozeners abroad;
therefore it behoves men to be wary.
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AUTOLYCUS And indeed, sir, there are cozeners abroad;
therefore it behoves men to be wary.
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CLOWN Fear not thou, man, thou shalt lose nothing here.
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CLOWN Fear not thou, man, thou shalt lose nothing here.
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AUTOLYCUS 280 I hope so, sir; for I have about me many parcels of charge.
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AUTOLYCUS I hope so, sir; for I have about me many parcels of charge.
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CLOWN What hast here? ballads?
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CLOWN What hast here? ballads?
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MOPSA Pray now, buy some: I love a ballad in print o’
life, for then we are sure they are true.
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MOPSA Pray now, buy some: I love a ballad in print o’
life, for then we are sure they are true.
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AUTOLYCUS Here’s one to a very doleful tune, how a usurer’s
285 wife was brought to bed of twenty money-bags at a
burthen and how she longed to eat adders’ heads and
toads carbonadoed.
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AUTOLYCUS Here’s one to a very doleful tune, how a usurer’s
wife was brought to bed of twenty money-bags at a
burthen and how she longed to eat adders’ heads and
toads carbonadoed.
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MOPSA Is it true, think you?
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MOPSA Is it true, think you?
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AUTOLYCUS Very true, and but a month old.
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AUTOLYCUS Very true, and but a month old.
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DORCAS 290 Bless me from marrying a usurer!
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DORCAS Bless me from marrying a usurer!
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AUTOLYCUS Here’s the midwife’s name to’t, one Mistress
Tale-porter, and five or six honest wives that were
present. Why should I carry lies abroad?
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AUTOLYCUS Here’s the midwife’s name to’t, one Mistress
Tale-porter, and five or six honest wives that were
present. Why should I carry lies abroad?
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MOPSA Pray you now, buy it.
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MOPSA Pray you now, buy it.
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CLOWN 295 Come on, lay it by: and let’s first see more
ballads; we’ll buy the other things anon.
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CLOWN Come on, lay it by: and let’s first see more
ballads; we’ll buy the other things anon.
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AUTOLYCUS Here’s another ballad of a fish, that appeared upon
the coast on Wednesday the four-score of April,
forty thousand fathom above water, and sung this
300 ballad against the hard hearts of maids: it was
thought she was a woman and was turned into a cold
fish for she would not exchange flesh with one that
loved her: the ballad is very pitiful and as true.
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AUTOLYCUS Here’s another ballad of a fish, that appeared upon
the coast on Wednesday the four-score of April,
forty thousand fathom above water, and sung this
ballad against the hard hearts of maids: it was
thought she was a woman and was turned into a cold
fish for she would not exchange flesh with one that
loved her: the ballad is very pitiful and as true.
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DORCAS Is it true too, think you?
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DORCAS Is it true too, think you?
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AUTOLYCUS 305 Five justices’ hands at it, and witnesses more than
my pack will hold.
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AUTOLYCUS Five justices’ hands at it, and witnesses more than
my pack will hold.
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CLOWN Lay it by too: another.
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CLOWN Lay it by too: another.
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AUTOLYCUS This is a merry ballad, but a very pretty one.
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AUTOLYCUS This is a merry ballad, but a very pretty one.
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MOPSA Let’s have some merry ones.
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MOPSA Let’s have some merry ones.
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AUTOLYCUS 310 Why, this is a passing merry one and goes to
the tune of ‘Two maids wooing a man:’ there’s
scarce a maid westward but she sings it; ’tis in
request, I can tell you.
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AUTOLYCUS Why, this is a passing merry one and goes to
the tune of ‘Two maids wooing a man:’ there’s
scarce a maid westward but she sings it; ’tis in
request, I can tell you.
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MOPSA We can both sing it: if thou’lt bear a part, thou
315 shalt hear; ’tis in three parts.
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MOPSA We can both sing it: if thou’lt bear a part, thou
shalt hear; ’tis in three parts.
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DORCAS We had the tune on’t a month ago.
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DORCAS We had the tune on’t a month ago.
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AUTOLYCUS I can bear my part; you must know ’tis my
occupation; have at it with you.
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AUTOLYCUS I can bear my part; you must know ’tis my
occupation; have at it with you.
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SONG
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SONG
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AUTOLYCUS Get you hence, for I must go
320 Where it fits not you to know.
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AUTOLYCUS Get you hence, for I must go
Where it fits not you to know.
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DORCAS Whither?
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DORCAS Whither?
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MOPSA O, whither?
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MOPSA O, whither?
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DORCAS Whither?
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DORCAS Whither?
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MOPSA It becomes thy oath full well,
325 Thou to me thy secrets tell.
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MOPSA It becomes thy oath full well,
Thou to me thy secrets tell.
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DORCAS Me too, let me go thither.
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DORCAS Me too, let me go thither.
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MOPSA Or thou goest to the orange or mill.
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MOPSA Or thou goest to the orange or mill.
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DORCAS If to either, thou dost ill.
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DORCAS If to either, thou dost ill.
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AUTOLYCUS Neither.
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AUTOLYCUS Neither.
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DORCAS 330 What, neither?
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DORCAS What, neither?
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AUTOLYCUS Neither.
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AUTOLYCUS Neither.
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DORCAS Thou hast sworn my love to be.
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DORCAS Thou hast sworn my love to be.
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MOPSA Thou hast sworn it more to me:
Then whither goest? say, whither?
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MOPSA Thou hast sworn it more to me:
Then whither goest? say, whither?
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CLOWN 335 We’ll have this song out anon by ourselves: my
father and the gentlemen are in sad talk, and we’ll
not trouble them. Come, bring away thy pack after
me. Wenches, I’ll buy for you both. Pedlar, let’s
have the first choice. Follow me, girls.
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CLOWN We’ll have this song out anon by ourselves: my
father and the gentlemen are in sad talk, and we’ll
not trouble them. Come, bring away thy pack after
me. Wenches, I’ll buy for you both. Pedlar, let’s
have the first choice. Follow me, girls.
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Exit with DORCAS and MOPSA
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Exit with DORCAS and MOPSA
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AUTOLYCUS 340 And you shall pay well for ’em.
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AUTOLYCUS And you shall pay well for ’em.
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Follows singing
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Follows singing
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Will you buy any tape,
Or lace for your cape,
My dainty duck, my dear-a?
Any silk, any thread,
345 Any toys for your head,
Of the new’st and finest, finest wear-a?
Come to the pedlar;
Money’s a medler.
That doth utter all men’s ware-a.
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Will you buy any tape,
Or lace for your cape,
My dainty duck, my dear-a?
Any silk, any thread,
Any toys for your head,
Of the new’st and finest, finest wear-a?
Come to the pedlar;
Money’s a medler.
That doth utter all men’s ware-a.
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Exit
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Exit
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Re-enter Servant
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Re-enter Servant
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SERVANT 350 Master, there is three carters, three shepherds,
three neat-herds, three swine-herds, that have made
themselves all men of hair, they call themselves
saltiers, and they have a dance which the wenches
say is a gallimaufry of gambols, because they are
355 not in’t; but they themselves are o’ the mind, if it
be not too rough for some that know little but
bowling, it will please plentifully.
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SERVANT Master, there is three carters, three shepherds,
three neat-herds, three swine-herds, that have made
themselves all men of hair, they call themselves
saltiers, and they have a dance which the wenches
say is a gallimaufry of gambols, because they are
not in’t; but they themselves are o’ the mind, if it
be not too rough for some that know little but
bowling, it will please plentifully.
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SHEPHERD Away! we’ll none on ’t: here has been too much
homely foolery already. I know, sir, we weary you.
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SHEPHERD Away! we’ll none on ’t: here has been too much
homely foolery already. I know, sir, we weary you.
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POLIXENES 360 You weary those that refresh us: pray, let’s see
these four threes of herdsmen.
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POLIXENES You weary those that refresh us: pray, let’s see
these four threes of herdsmen.
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SERVANT One three of them, by their own report, sir, hath
danced before the king; and not the worst of the
three but jumps twelve foot and a half by the squier.
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SERVANT One three of them, by their own report, sir, hath
danced before the king; and not the worst of the
three but jumps twelve foot and a half by the squier.
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SHEPHERD 365 Leave your prating: since these good men are
pleased, let them come in; but quickly now.
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SHEPHERD Leave your prating: since these good men are
pleased, let them come in; but quickly now.
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SERVANT Why, they stay at door, sir.
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SERVANT Why, they stay at door, sir.
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Exit
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Exit
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Here a dance of twelve Satyrs
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Here a dance of twelve Satyrs
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POLIXENES O, father, you’ll know more of that hereafter.
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POLIXENES O, father, you’ll know more of that hereafter.
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To CAMILLO
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To CAMILLO
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Is it not too far gone? ’Tis time to part them.
370 He’s simple and tells much.
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Is it not too far gone? ’Tis time to part them.
He’s simple and tells much.
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To FLORIZEL
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To FLORIZEL
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How now, fair shepherd!
Your heart is full of something that does take
Your mind from feasting. Sooth, when I was young
And handed love as you do, I was wont
375 To load my she with knacks: I would have ransack’d
The pedlar’s silken treasury and have pour’d it
To her acceptance; you have let him go
And nothing marted with him. If your lass
Interpretation should abuse and call this
380 Your lack of love or bounty, you were straited
For a reply, at least if you make a care
Of happy holding her.
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How now, fair shepherd!
Your heart is full of something that does take
Your mind from feasting. Sooth, when I was young
And handed love as you do, I was wont
To load my she with knacks: I would have ransack’d
The pedlar’s silken treasury and have pour’d it
To her acceptance; you have let him go
And nothing marted with him. If your lass
Interpretation should abuse and call this
Your lack of love or bounty, you were straited
For a reply, at least if you make a care
Of happy holding her.
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FLORIZEL Old sir, I know
She prizes not such trifles as these are:
385 The gifts she looks from me are pack’d and lock’d
Up in my heart; which I have given already,
But not deliver’d. O, hear me breathe my life
Before this ancient sir, who, it should seem,
Hath sometime loved! I take thy hand, this hand,
390 As soft as dove’s down and as white as it,
Or Ethiopian’s tooth, or the fann’d
snow that’s bolted
By the northern blasts twice o’er.
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FLORIZEL Old sir, I know
She prizes not such trifles as these are:
The gifts she looks from me are pack’d and lock’d
Up in my heart; which I have given already,
But not deliver’d. O, hear me breathe my life
Before this ancient sir, who, it should seem,
Hath sometime loved! I take thy hand, this hand,
As soft as dove’s down and as white as it,
Or Ethiopian’s tooth, or the fann’d
snow that’s bolted
By the northern blasts twice o’er.
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POLIXENES What follows this?
395 How prettily the young swain seems to wash
The hand was fair before! I have put you out:
But to your protestation; let me hear
What you profess.
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POLIXENES What follows this?
How prettily the young swain seems to wash
The hand was fair before! I have put you out:
But to your protestation; let me hear
What you profess.
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FLORIZEL Do, and be witness to ’t.
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FLORIZEL Do, and be witness to ’t.
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POLIXENES 400 And this my neighbour too?
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POLIXENES And this my neighbour too?
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FLORIZEL And he, and more
Than he, and men, the earth, the heavens, and all:
That, were I crown’d the most imperial monarch,
Thereof most worthy, were I the fairest youth
405 That ever made eye swerve, had force and knowledge
More than was ever man’s, I would not prize them
Without her love; for her employ them all;
Commend them and condemn them to her service
Or to their own perdition.
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FLORIZEL And he, and more
Than he, and men, the earth, the heavens, and all:
That, were I crown’d the most imperial monarch,
Thereof most worthy, were I the fairest youth
That ever made eye swerve, had force and knowledge
More than was ever man’s, I would not prize them
Without her love; for her employ them all;
Commend them and condemn them to her service
Or to their own perdition.
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POLIXENES 410 Fairly offer’d.
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POLIXENES Fairly offer’d.
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CAMILLO This shows a sound affection.
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CAMILLO This shows a sound affection.
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SHEPHERD But, my daughter,
Say you the like to him?
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SHEPHERD But, my daughter,
Say you the like to him?
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PERDITA I cannot speak
415 So well, nothing so well; no, nor mean better:
By the pattern of mine own thoughts I cut out
The purity of his.
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PERDITA I cannot speak
So well, nothing so well; no, nor mean better:
By the pattern of mine own thoughts I cut out
The purity of his.
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SHEPHERD Take hands, a bargain!
And, friends unknown, you shall bear witness to ’t:
420 I give my daughter to him, and will make
Her portion equal his.
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SHEPHERD Take hands, a bargain!
And, friends unknown, you shall bear witness to ’t:
I give my daughter to him, and will make
Her portion equal his.
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FLORIZEL O, that must be
I’ the virtue of your daughter: one being dead,
I shall have more than you can dream of yet;
425 Enough then for your wonder. But, come on,
Contract us ’fore these witnesses.
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FLORIZEL O, that must be
I’ the virtue of your daughter: one being dead,
I shall have more than you can dream of yet;
Enough then for your wonder. But, come on,
Contract us ’fore these witnesses.
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SHEPHERD Come, your hand;
And, daughter, yours.
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SHEPHERD Come, your hand;
And, daughter, yours.
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POLIXENES Soft, swain, awhile, beseech you;
430 Have you a father?
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POLIXENES Soft, swain, awhile, beseech you;
Have you a father?
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FLORIZEL I have: but what of him?
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FLORIZEL I have: but what of him?
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POLIXENES Knows he of this?
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POLIXENES Knows he of this?
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FLORIZEL He neither does nor shall.
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FLORIZEL He neither does nor shall.
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POLIXENES Methinks a father
435 Is at the nuptial of his son a guest
That best becomes the table. Pray you once more,
Is not your father grown incapable
Of reasonable affairs? is he not stupid
With age and altering rheums? can he speak? hear?
440 Know man from man? dispute his own estate?
Lies he not bed-rid? and again does nothing
But what he did being childish?
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POLIXENES Methinks a father
Is at the nuptial of his son a guest
That best becomes the table. Pray you once more,
Is not your father grown incapable
Of reasonable affairs? is he not stupid
With age and altering rheums? can he speak? hear?
Know man from man? dispute his own estate?
Lies he not bed-rid? and again does nothing
But what he did being childish?
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FLORIZEL No, good sir;
He has his health and ampler strength indeed
445 Than most have of his age.
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FLORIZEL No, good sir;
He has his health and ampler strength indeed
Than most have of his age.
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POLIXENES By my white beard,
You offer him, if this be so, a wrong
Something unfilial: reason my son
Should choose himself a wife, but as good reason
450 The father, all whose joy is nothing else
But fair posterity, should hold some counsel
In such a business.
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POLIXENES By my white beard,
You offer him, if this be so, a wrong
Something unfilial: reason my son
Should choose himself a wife, but as good reason
The father, all whose joy is nothing else
But fair posterity, should hold some counsel
In such a business.
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FLORIZEL I yield all this;
But for some other reasons, my grave sir,
455 Which ’tis not fit you know, I not acquaint
My father of this business.
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FLORIZEL I yield all this;
But for some other reasons, my grave sir,
Which ’tis not fit you know, I not acquaint
My father of this business.
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POLIXENES Let him know’t.
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POLIXENES Let him know’t.
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FLORIZEL He shall not.
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FLORIZEL He shall not.
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POLIXENES Prithee, let him.
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POLIXENES Prithee, let him.
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FLORIZEL 460 No, he must not.
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FLORIZEL No, he must not.
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SHEPHERD Let him, my son: he shall not need to grieve
At knowing of thy choice.
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SHEPHERD Let him, my son: he shall not need to grieve
At knowing of thy choice.
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FLORIZEL Come, come, he must not.
Mark our contract.
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FLORIZEL Come, come, he must not.
Mark our contract.
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POLIXENES 465 Mark your divorce, young sir,
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POLIXENES Mark your divorce, young sir,
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Discovering himself
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Discovering himself
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Whom son I dare not call; thou art too base
To be acknowledged: thou a sceptre’s heir,
That thus affect’st a sheep-hook! [To the Shepherd] Thou old traitor,
I am sorry that by hanging thee I can
470 But shorten thy life one week. [To PERDITA] And thou, fresh piece
Of excellent witchcraft, who of force must know
The royal fool thou copest with,—
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Whom son I dare not call; thou art too base
To be acknowledged: thou a sceptre’s heir,
That thus affect’st a sheep-hook! [To the Shepherd] Thou old traitor,
I am sorry that by hanging thee I can
But shorten thy life one week. [To PERDITA] And thou, fresh piece
Of excellent witchcraft, who of force must know
The royal fool thou copest with,—
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SHEPHERD O, my heart!
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SHEPHERD O, my heart!
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POLIXENES I’ll have thy beauty scratch’d with briers, and made
475 More homely than thy state. For thee, fond boy,
If I may ever know thou dost but sigh
That thou no more shalt see this knack, as never
I mean thou shalt, we’ll bar thee from succession;
Not hold thee of our blood, no, not our kin,
480 Far than Deucalion off: mark thou my words:
Follow us to the court. Thou churl, for this time,
Though full of our displeasure, yet we free thee
From the dead blow of it. And you, enchantment.—
Worthy enough a herdsman: yea, him too,
485 That makes himself, but for our honour therein,
Unworthy thee,—if ever henceforth thou
These rural latches to his entrance open,
Or hoop his body more with thy embraces,
I will devise a death as cruel for thee
490 As thou art tender to’t.
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POLIXENES I’ll have thy beauty scratch’d with briers, and made
More homely than thy state. For thee, fond boy,
If I may ever know thou dost but sigh
That thou no more shalt see this knack, as never
I mean thou shalt, we’ll bar thee from succession;
Not hold thee of our blood, no, not our kin,
Far than Deucalion off: mark thou my words:
Follow us to the court. Thou churl, for this time,
Though full of our displeasure, yet we free thee
From the dead blow of it. And you, enchantment.—
Worthy enough a herdsman: yea, him too,
That makes himself, but for our honour therein,
Unworthy thee,—if ever henceforth thou
These rural latches to his entrance open,
Or hoop his body more with thy embraces,
I will devise a death as cruel for thee
As thou art tender to’t.
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Exit
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Exit
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PERDITA Even here undone!
I was not much afeard; for once or twice
I was about to speak and tell him plainly,
The selfsame sun that shines upon his court
495 Hides not his visage from our cottage but
Looks on alike. Will’t please you, sir, be gone?
I told you what would come of this: beseech you,
Of your own state take care: this dream of mine,—
Being now awake, I’ll queen it no inch farther,
500 But milk my ewes and weep.
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PERDITA Even here undone!
I was not much afeard; for once or twice
I was about to speak and tell him plainly,
The selfsame sun that shines upon his court
Hides not his visage from our cottage but
Looks on alike. Will’t please you, sir, be gone?
I told you what would come of this: beseech you,
Of your own state take care: this dream of mine,—
Being now awake, I’ll queen it no inch farther,
But milk my ewes and weep.
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CAMILLO Why, how now, father!
Speak ere thou diest.
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CAMILLO Why, how now, father!
Speak ere thou diest.
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SHEPHERD I cannot speak, nor think
Nor dare to know that which I know. O sir!
505 You have undone a man of fourscore three,
That thought to fill his grave in quiet, yea,
To die upon the bed my father died,
To lie close by his honest bones: but now
Some hangman must put on my shroud and lay me
510 Where no priest shovels in dust. O cursed wretch,
That knew’st this was the prince,
and wouldst adventure
To mingle faith with him! Undone! undone!
If I might die within this hour, I have lived
515 To die when I desire.
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SHEPHERD I cannot speak, nor think
Nor dare to know that which I know. O sir!
You have undone a man of fourscore three,
That thought to fill his grave in quiet, yea,
To die upon the bed my father died,
To lie close by his honest bones: but now
Some hangman must put on my shroud and lay me
Where no priest shovels in dust. O cursed wretch,
That knew’st this was the prince,
and wouldst adventure
To mingle faith with him! Undone! undone!
If I might die within this hour, I have lived
To die when I desire.
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Exit
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Exit
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FLORIZEL Why look you so upon me?
I am but sorry, not afeard; delay’d,
But nothing alter’d: what I was, I am;
More straining on for plucking back, not following
520 My leash unwillingly.
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FLORIZEL Why look you so upon me?
I am but sorry, not afeard; delay’d,
But nothing alter’d: what I was, I am;
More straining on for plucking back, not following
My leash unwillingly.
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CAMILLO Gracious my lord,
You know your father’s temper: at this time
He will allow no speech, which I do guess
You do not purpose to him; and as hardly
525 Will he endure your sight as yet, I fear:
Then, till the fury of his highness settle,
Come not before him.
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CAMILLO Gracious my lord,
You know your father’s temper: at this time
He will allow no speech, which I do guess
You do not purpose to him; and as hardly
Will he endure your sight as yet, I fear:
Then, till the fury of his highness settle,
Come not before him.
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FLORIZEL I not purpose it.
I think, Camillo?
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FLORIZEL I not purpose it.
I think, Camillo?
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CAMILLO 530 Even he, my lord.
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CAMILLO Even he, my lord.
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PERDITA How often have I told you ’twould be thus!
How often said, my dignity would last
But till ’twere known!
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PERDITA How often have I told you ’twould be thus!
How often said, my dignity would last
But till ’twere known!
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FLORIZEL It cannot fail but by
535 The violation of my faith; and then
Let nature crush the sides o’ the earth together
And mar the seeds within! Lift up thy looks:
From my succession wipe me, father; I
Am heir to my affection.
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FLORIZEL It cannot fail but by
The violation of my faith; and then
Let nature crush the sides o’ the earth together
And mar the seeds within! Lift up thy looks:
From my succession wipe me, father; I
Am heir to my affection.
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CAMILLO 540 Be advised.
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CAMILLO Be advised.
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FLORIZEL I am, and by my fancy: if my reason
Will thereto be obedient, I have reason;
If not, my senses, better pleased with madness,
Do bid it welcome.
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FLORIZEL I am, and by my fancy: if my reason
Will thereto be obedient, I have reason;
If not, my senses, better pleased with madness,
Do bid it welcome.
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CAMILLO 545 This is desperate, sir.
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CAMILLO This is desperate, sir.
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FLORIZEL So call it: but it does fulfil my vow;
I needs must think it honesty. Camillo,
Not for Bohemia, nor the pomp that may
Be thereat glean’d, for all the sun sees or
550 The close earth wombs or the profound sea hides
In unknown fathoms, will I break my oath
To this my fair beloved: therefore, I pray you,
As you have ever been my father’s honour’d friend,
When he shall miss me,—as, in faith, I mean not
555 To see him any more,—cast your good counsels
Upon his passion; let myself and fortune
Tug for the time to come. This you may know
And so deliver, I am put to sea
With her whom here I cannot hold on shore;
560 And most opportune to our need I have
A vessel rides fast by, but not prepared
For this design. What course I mean to hold
Shall nothing benefit your knowledge, nor
Concern me the reporting.
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FLORIZEL So call it: but it does fulfil my vow;
I needs must think it honesty. Camillo,
Not for Bohemia, nor the pomp that may
Be thereat glean’d, for all the sun sees or
The close earth wombs or the profound sea hides
In unknown fathoms, will I break my oath
To this my fair beloved: therefore, I pray you,
As you have ever been my father’s honour’d friend,
When he shall miss me,—as, in faith, I mean not
To see him any more,—cast your good counsels
Upon his passion; let myself and fortune
Tug for the time to come. This you may know
And so deliver, I am put to sea
With her whom here I cannot hold on shore;
And most opportune to our need I have
A vessel rides fast by, but not prepared
For this design. What course I mean to hold
Shall nothing benefit your knowledge, nor
Concern me the reporting.
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CAMILLO 565 O my lord!
I would your spirit were easier for advice,
Or stronger for your need.
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CAMILLO O my lord!
I would your spirit were easier for advice,
Or stronger for your need.
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FLORIZEL Hark, Perdita.
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FLORIZEL Hark, Perdita.
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Drawing her aside
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Drawing her aside
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I’ll hear you by and by.
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I’ll hear you by and by.
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CAMILLO 570 He’s irremoveable,
Resolved for flight. Now were I happy, if
His going I could frame to serve my turn,
Save him from danger, do him love and honour,
Purchase the sight again of dear Sicilia
575 And that unhappy king, my master, whom
I so much thirst to see.
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CAMILLO He’s irremoveable,
Resolved for flight. Now were I happy, if
His going I could frame to serve my turn,
Save him from danger, do him love and honour,
Purchase the sight again of dear Sicilia
And that unhappy king, my master, whom
I so much thirst to see.
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FLORIZEL Now, good Camillo;
I am so fraught with curious business that
I leave out ceremony.
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FLORIZEL Now, good Camillo;
I am so fraught with curious business that
I leave out ceremony.
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CAMILLO 580 Sir, I think
You have heard of my poor services, i’ the love
That I have borne your father?
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CAMILLO Sir, I think
You have heard of my poor services, i’ the love
That I have borne your father?
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FLORIZEL Very nobly
Have you deserved: it is my father’s music
585 To speak your deeds, not little of his care
To have them recompensed as thought on.
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FLORIZEL Very nobly
Have you deserved: it is my father’s music
To speak your deeds, not little of his care
To have them recompensed as thought on.
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CAMILLO Well, my lord,
If you may please to think I love the king
And through him what is nearest to him, which is
590 Your gracious self, embrace but my direction:
If your more ponderous and settled project
May suffer alteration, on mine honour,
I’ll point you where you shall have such receiving
As shall become your highness; where you may
595 Enjoy your mistress, from the whom, I see,
There’s no disjunction to be made, but by—
As heavens forefend!—your ruin; marry her,
And, with my best endeavours in your absence,
Your discontenting father strive to qualify
600 And bring him up to liking.
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CAMILLO Well, my lord,
If you may please to think I love the king
And through him what is nearest to him, which is
Your gracious self, embrace but my direction:
If your more ponderous and settled project
May suffer alteration, on mine honour,
I’ll point you where you shall have such receiving
As shall become your highness; where you may
Enjoy your mistress, from the whom, I see,
There’s no disjunction to be made, but by—
As heavens forefend!—your ruin; marry her,
And, with my best endeavours in your absence,
Your discontenting father strive to qualify
And bring him up to liking.
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FLORIZEL How, Camillo,
May this, almost a miracle, be done?
That I may call thee something more than man
And after that trust to thee.
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FLORIZEL How, Camillo,
May this, almost a miracle, be done?
That I may call thee something more than man
And after that trust to thee.
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CAMILLO 605 Have you thought on
A place whereto you’ll go?
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CAMILLO Have you thought on
A place whereto you’ll go?
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FLORIZEL Not any yet:
But as the unthought-on accident is guilty
To what we wildly do, so we profess
610 Ourselves to be the slaves of chance and flies
Of every wind that blows.
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FLORIZEL Not any yet:
But as the unthought-on accident is guilty
To what we wildly do, so we profess
Ourselves to be the slaves of chance and flies
Of every wind that blows.
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CAMILLO Then list to me:
This follows, if you will not change your purpose
But undergo this flight, make for Sicilia,
615 And there present yourself and your fair princess,
For so I see she must be, ‘fore Leontes:
She shall be habited as it becomes
The partner of your bed. Methinks I see
Leontes opening his free arms and weeping
620 His welcomes forth; asks thee the son forgiveness,
As ‘twere i’ the father’s person; kisses the hands
Of your fresh princess; o’er and o’er divides him
‘Twixt his unkindness and his kindness; the one
He chides to hell and bids the other grow
625 Faster than thought or time.
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CAMILLO Then list to me:
This follows, if you will not change your purpose
But undergo this flight, make for Sicilia,
And there present yourself and your fair princess,
For so I see she must be, ‘fore Leontes:
She shall be habited as it becomes
The partner of your bed. Methinks I see
Leontes opening his free arms and weeping
His welcomes forth; asks thee the son forgiveness,
As ‘twere i’ the father’s person; kisses the hands
Of your fresh princess; o’er and o’er divides him
‘Twixt his unkindness and his kindness; the one
He chides to hell and bids the other grow
Faster than thought or time.
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FLORIZEL Worthy Camillo,
What colour for my visitation shall I
Hold up before him?
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FLORIZEL Worthy Camillo,
What colour for my visitation shall I
Hold up before him?
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CAMILLO Sent by the king your father
630 To greet him and to give him comforts. Sir,
The manner of your bearing towards him, with
What you as from your father shall deliver,
Things known betwixt us three, I’ll write you down:
The which shall point you forth at every sitting
635 What you must say; that he shall not perceive
But that you have your father’s bosom there
And speak his very heart.
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CAMILLO Sent by the king your father
To greet him and to give him comforts. Sir,
The manner of your bearing towards him, with
What you as from your father shall deliver,
Things known betwixt us three, I’ll write you down:
The which shall point you forth at every sitting
What you must say; that he shall not perceive
But that you have your father’s bosom there
And speak his very heart.
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FLORIZEL I am bound to you:
There is some sap in this.
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FLORIZEL I am bound to you:
There is some sap in this.
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CAMILLO 640 A cause more promising
Than a wild dedication of yourselves
To unpath’d waters, undream’d shores, most certain
To miseries enough; no hope to help you,
But as you shake off one to take another;
645 Nothing so certain as your anchors, who
Do their best office, if they can but stay you
Where you’ll be loath to be: besides you know
Prosperity’s the very bond of love,
Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together
650 Affliction alters.
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CAMILLO A cause more promising
Than a wild dedication of yourselves
To unpath’d waters, undream’d shores, most certain
To miseries enough; no hope to help you,
But as you shake off one to take another;
Nothing so certain as your anchors, who
Do their best office, if they can but stay you
Where you’ll be loath to be: besides you know
Prosperity’s the very bond of love,
Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together
Affliction alters.
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PERDITA One of these is true:
I think affliction may subdue the cheek,
But not take in the mind.
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PERDITA One of these is true:
I think affliction may subdue the cheek,
But not take in the mind.
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CAMILLO Yea, say you so?
655 There shall not at your father’s house these
seven years
Be born another such.
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CAMILLO Yea, say you so?
There shall not at your father’s house these
seven years
Be born another such.
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FLORIZEL My good Camillo,
She is as forward of her breeding as
660 She is i’ the rear our birth.
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FLORIZEL My good Camillo,
She is as forward of her breeding as
She is i’ the rear our birth.
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CAMILLO I cannot say ’tis pity
She lacks instructions, for she seems a mistress
To most that teach.
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CAMILLO I cannot say ’tis pity
She lacks instructions, for she seems a mistress
To most that teach.
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PERDITA Your pardon, sir; for this
665 I’ll blush you thanks.
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PERDITA Your pardon, sir; for this
I’ll blush you thanks.
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FLORIZEL My prettiest Perdita!
But O, the thorns we stand upon! Camillo,
Preserver of my father, now of me,
The medicine of our house, how shall we do?
670 We are not furnish’d like Bohemia’s son,
Nor shall appear in Sicilia.
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FLORIZEL My prettiest Perdita!
But O, the thorns we stand upon! Camillo,
Preserver of my father, now of me,
The medicine of our house, how shall we do?
We are not furnish’d like Bohemia’s son,
Nor shall appear in Sicilia.
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CAMILLO My lord,
Fear none of this: I think you know my fortunes
Do all lie there: it shall be so my care
675 To have you royally appointed as if
The scene you play were mine. For instance, sir,
That you may know you shall not want, one word.
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CAMILLO My lord,
Fear none of this: I think you know my fortunes
Do all lie there: it shall be so my care
To have you royally appointed as if
The scene you play were mine. For instance, sir,
That you may know you shall not want, one word.
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They talk aside
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They talk aside
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Re-enter AUTOLYCUS
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Re-enter AUTOLYCUS
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AUTOLYCUS Ha, ha! what a fool Honesty is! and Trust, his
sworn brother, a very simple gentleman! I have sold
680 all my trumpery; not a counterfeit stone, not a
ribbon, glass, pomander, brooch, table-book, ballad,
knife, tape, glove, shoe-tie, bracelet, horn-ring,
to keep my pack from fasting: they throng who
should buy first, as if my trinkets had been
685 hallowed and brought a benediction to the buyer:
by which means I saw whose purse was best in
picture; and what I saw, to my good use I
remembered. My clown, who wants but something to
be a reasonable man, grew so in love with the
690 wenches’ song, that he would not stir his pettitoes
till he had both tune and words; which so drew the
rest of the herd to me that all their other senses
stuck in ears: you might have pinched a placket, it
was senseless; ’twas nothing to geld a codpiece of a
695 purse; I could have filed keys off that hung in
chains: no hearing, no feeling, but my sir’s song,
and admiring the nothing of it. So that in this
time of lethargy I picked and cut most of their
festival purses; and had not the old man come in
700 with a whoo-bub against his daughter and the king’s
son and scared my choughs from the chaff, I had not
left a purse alive in the whole army.
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AUTOLYCUS Ha, ha! what a fool Honesty is! and Trust, his
sworn brother, a very simple gentleman! I have sold
all my trumpery; not a counterfeit stone, not a
ribbon, glass, pomander, brooch, table-book, ballad,
knife, tape, glove, shoe-tie, bracelet, horn-ring,
to keep my pack from fasting: they throng who
should buy first, as if my trinkets had been
hallowed and brought a benediction to the buyer:
by which means I saw whose purse was best in
picture; and what I saw, to my good use I
remembered. My clown, who wants but something to
be a reasonable man, grew so in love with the
wenches’ song, that he would not stir his pettitoes
till he had both tune and words; which so drew the
rest of the herd to me that all their other senses
stuck in ears: you might have pinched a placket, it
was senseless; ’twas nothing to geld a codpiece of a
purse; I could have filed keys off that hung in
chains: no hearing, no feeling, but my sir’s song,
and admiring the nothing of it. So that in this
time of lethargy I picked and cut most of their
festival purses; and had not the old man come in
with a whoo-bub against his daughter and the king’s
son and scared my choughs from the chaff, I had not
left a purse alive in the whole army.
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CAMILLO , FLORIZEL , and PERDITA come forward
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CAMILLO , FLORIZEL , and PERDITA come forward
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CAMILLO Nay, but my letters, by this means being there
So soon as you arrive, shall clear that doubt.
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CAMILLO Nay, but my letters, by this means being there
So soon as you arrive, shall clear that doubt.
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FLORIZEL 705 And those that you’ll procure from King Leontes—
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FLORIZEL And those that you’ll procure from King Leontes—
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CAMILLO Shall satisfy your father.
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CAMILLO Shall satisfy your father.
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PERDITA Happy be you!
All that you speak shows fair.
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PERDITA Happy be you!
All that you speak shows fair.
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CAMILLO Who have we here?
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CAMILLO Who have we here?
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Seeing AUTOLYCUS
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Seeing AUTOLYCUS
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710 We’ll make an instrument of this, omit
Nothing may give us aid.
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We’ll make an instrument of this, omit
Nothing may give us aid.
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AUTOLYCUS If they have overheard me now, why, hanging.
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AUTOLYCUS If they have overheard me now, why, hanging.
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CAMILLO How now, good fellow! why shakest thou so? Fear
not, man; here’s no harm intended to thee.
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CAMILLO How now, good fellow! why shakest thou so? Fear
not, man; here’s no harm intended to thee.
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AUTOLYCUS 715 I am a poor fellow, sir.
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AUTOLYCUS I am a poor fellow, sir.
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CAMILLO Why, be so still; here’s nobody will steal that from
thee: yet for the outside of thy poverty we must
make an exchange; therefore discase thee instantly,
—thou must think there’s a necessity in’t,—and
720 change garments with this gentleman: though the
pennyworth on his side be the worst, yet hold thee,
there’s some boot.
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CAMILLO Why, be so still; here’s nobody will steal that from
thee: yet for the outside of thy poverty we must
make an exchange; therefore discase thee instantly,
—thou must think there’s a necessity in’t,—and
change garments with this gentleman: though the
pennyworth on his side be the worst, yet hold thee,
there’s some boot.
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AUTOLYCUS I am a poor fellow, sir.
[Aside]
725 I know ye well enough.
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AUTOLYCUS I am a poor fellow, sir.
[Aside]
I know ye well enough.
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CAMILLO Nay, prithee, dispatch: the gentleman is half
flayed already.
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CAMILLO Nay, prithee, dispatch: the gentleman is half
flayed already.
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AUTOLYCUS Are you in earnest, sir?
[Aside]
730 I smell the trick on’t.
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AUTOLYCUS Are you in earnest, sir?
[Aside]
I smell the trick on’t.
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FLORIZEL Dispatch, I prithee.
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FLORIZEL Dispatch, I prithee.
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AUTOLYCUS Indeed, I have had earnest: but I cannot with
conscience take it.
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AUTOLYCUS Indeed, I have had earnest: but I cannot with
conscience take it.
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CAMILLO Unbuckle, unbuckle.
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CAMILLO Unbuckle, unbuckle.
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FLORIZEL and AUTOLYCUS exchange garments
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FLORIZEL and AUTOLYCUS exchange garments
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735 Fortunate mistress,—let my prophecy
Come home to ye!—you must retire yourself
Into some covert: take your sweetheart’s hat
And pluck it o’er your brows, muffle your face,
Dismantle you, and, as you can, disliken
740 The truth of your own seeming; that you may—
For I do fear eyes over—to shipboard
Get undescried.
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Fortunate mistress,—let my prophecy
Come home to ye!—you must retire yourself
Into some covert: take your sweetheart’s hat
And pluck it o’er your brows, muffle your face,
Dismantle you, and, as you can, disliken
The truth of your own seeming; that you may—
For I do fear eyes over—to shipboard
Get undescried.
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PERDITA I see the play so lies
That I must bear a part.
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PERDITA I see the play so lies
That I must bear a part.
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CAMILLO 745 No remedy.
Have you done there?
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CAMILLO No remedy.
Have you done there?
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FLORIZEL Should I now meet my father,
He would not call me son.
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FLORIZEL Should I now meet my father,
He would not call me son.
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CAMILLO Nay, you shall have no hat.
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CAMILLO Nay, you shall have no hat.
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Giving it to PERDITA
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Giving it to PERDITA
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750 Come, lady, come. Farewell, my friend.
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Come, lady, come. Farewell, my friend.
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AUTOLYCUS Adieu, sir.
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AUTOLYCUS Adieu, sir.
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FLORIZEL O Perdita, what have we twain forgot!
Pray you, a word.
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FLORIZEL O Perdita, what have we twain forgot!
Pray you, a word.
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CAMILLO [Aside] What I do next, shall be to tell the king
755 Of this escape and whither they are bound;
Wherein my hope is I shall so prevail
To force him after: in whose company
I shall review Sicilia, for whose sight
I have a woman’s longing.
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CAMILLO [Aside] What I do next, shall be to tell the king
Of this escape and whither they are bound;
Wherein my hope is I shall so prevail
To force him after: in whose company
I shall review Sicilia, for whose sight
I have a woman’s longing.
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FLORIZEL 760 Fortune speed us!
Thus we set on, Camillo, to the sea-side.
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FLORIZEL Fortune speed us!
Thus we set on, Camillo, to the sea-side.
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CAMILLO The swifter speed the better.
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CAMILLO The swifter speed the better.
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Exeunt FLORIZEL , PERDITA , and CAMILLO
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Exeunt FLORIZEL , PERDITA , and CAMILLO
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AUTOLYCUS I understand the business, I hear it: to have an
open ear, a quick eye, and a nimble hand, is
765 necessary for a cut-purse; a good nose is requisite
also, to smell out work for the other senses. I see
this is the time that the unjust man doth thrive.
What an exchange had this been without boot! What
a boot is here with this exchange! Sure the gods do
770 this year connive at us, and we may do any thing
extempore. The prince himself is about a piece of
iniquity, stealing away from his father with his
clog at his heels: if I thought it were a piece of
honesty to acquaint the king withal, I would not
775 do’t: I hold it the more knavery to conceal it;
and therein am I constant to my profession.
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AUTOLYCUS I understand the business, I hear it: to have an
open ear, a quick eye, and a nimble hand, is
necessary for a cut-purse; a good nose is requisite
also, to smell out work for the other senses. I see
this is the time that the unjust man doth thrive.
What an exchange had this been without boot! What
a boot is here with this exchange! Sure the gods do
this year connive at us, and we may do any thing
extempore. The prince himself is about a piece of
iniquity, stealing away from his father with his
clog at his heels: if I thought it were a piece of
honesty to acquaint the king withal, I would not
do’t: I hold it the more knavery to conceal it;
and therein am I constant to my profession.
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Re-enter Clown and Shepherd
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Re-enter Clown and Shepherd
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Aside, aside; here is more matter for a hot brain:
every lane’s end, every shop, church, session,
hanging, yields a careful man work.
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Aside, aside; here is more matter for a hot brain:
every lane’s end, every shop, church, session,
hanging, yields a careful man work.
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CLOWN 780 See, see; what a man you are now!
There is no other way but to tell the king
she’s a changeling and none of your flesh and blood.
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CLOWN See, see; what a man you are now!
There is no other way but to tell the king
she’s a changeling and none of your flesh and blood.
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SHEPHERD Nay, but hear me.
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SHEPHERD Nay, but hear me.
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CLOWN Nay, but hear me.
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CLOWN Nay, but hear me.
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SHEPHERD 785 Go to, then.
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SHEPHERD Go to, then.
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CLOWN She being none of your flesh and blood, your flesh
and blood has not offended the king; and so your
flesh and blood is not to be punished by him. Show
those things you found about her, those secret
790 things, all but what she has with her: this being
done, let the law go whistle: I warrant you.
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CLOWN She being none of your flesh and blood, your flesh
and blood has not offended the king; and so your
flesh and blood is not to be punished by him. Show
those things you found about her, those secret
things, all but what she has with her: this being
done, let the law go whistle: I warrant you.
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SHEPHERD I will tell the king all, every word, yea, and his
son’s pranks too; who, I may say, is no honest man,
neither to his father nor to me, to go about to make
795 me the king’s brother-in-law.
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SHEPHERD I will tell the king all, every word, yea, and his
son’s pranks too; who, I may say, is no honest man,
neither to his father nor to me, to go about to make
me the king’s brother-in-law.
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CLOWN Indeed, brother-in-law was the farthest off you
could have been to him and then your blood had been
the dearer by I know how much an ounce.
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CLOWN Indeed, brother-in-law was the farthest off you
could have been to him and then your blood had been
the dearer by I know how much an ounce.
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AUTOLYCUS [Aside] Very wisely, puppies!
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AUTOLYCUS [Aside] Very wisely, puppies!
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SHEPHERD 800 Well, let us to the king: there is that in this
fardel will make him scratch his beard.
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SHEPHERD Well, let us to the king: there is that in this
fardel will make him scratch his beard.
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AUTOLYCUS [Aside] I know not what impediment this complaint
may be to the flight of my master.
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AUTOLYCUS [Aside] I know not what impediment this complaint
may be to the flight of my master.
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CLOWN Pray heartily he be at palace.
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CLOWN Pray heartily he be at palace.
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AUTOLYCUS 805 [Aside] Though I am not naturally honest, I am so
sometimes by chance: let me pocket up my pedlar’s excrement.
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AUTOLYCUS [Aside] Though I am not naturally honest, I am so
sometimes by chance: let me pocket up my pedlar’s excrement.
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Takes off his false beard
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Takes off his false beard
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How now, rustics! whither are you bound?
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How now, rustics! whither are you bound?
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SHEPHERD To the palace, an it like your worship.
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SHEPHERD To the palace, an it like your worship.
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AUTOLYCUS Your affairs there, what, with whom, the condition
810 of that fardel, the place of your dwelling, your
names, your ages, of what having, breeding, and any
thing that is fitting to be known, discover.
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AUTOLYCUS Your affairs there, what, with whom, the condition
of that fardel, the place of your dwelling, your
names, your ages, of what having, breeding, and any
thing that is fitting to be known, discover.
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CLOWN We are but plain fellows, sir.
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CLOWN We are but plain fellows, sir.
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AUTOLYCUS A lie; you are rough and hairy. Let me have no
815 lying: it becomes none but tradesmen, and they
often give us soldiers the lie: but we pay them for
it with stamped coin, not stabbing steel; therefore
they do not give us the lie.
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AUTOLYCUS A lie; you are rough and hairy. Let me have no
lying: it becomes none but tradesmen, and they
often give us soldiers the lie: but we pay them for
it with stamped coin, not stabbing steel; therefore
they do not give us the lie.
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CLOWN Your worship had like to have given us one, if you
820 had not taken yourself with the manner.
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CLOWN Your worship had like to have given us one, if you
had not taken yourself with the manner.
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SHEPHERD Are you a courtier, an’t like you, sir?
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SHEPHERD Are you a courtier, an’t like you, sir?
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AUTOLYCUS Whether it like me or no, I am a courtier. Seest
thou not the air of the court in these enfoldings?
hath not my gait in it the measure of the court?
825 receives not thy nose court-odor from me? reflect I
not on thy baseness court-contempt? Thinkest thou,
for that I insinuate, or toaze from thee thy
business, I am therefore no courtier? I am courtier
cap-a-pe; and one that will either push on or pluck
830 back thy business there: whereupon I command thee to
open thy affair.
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AUTOLYCUS Whether it like me or no, I am a courtier. Seest
thou not the air of the court in these enfoldings?
hath not my gait in it the measure of the court?
receives not thy nose court-odor from me? reflect I
not on thy baseness court-contempt? Thinkest thou,
for that I insinuate, or toaze from thee thy
business, I am therefore no courtier? I am courtier
cap-a-pe; and one that will either push on or pluck
back thy business there: whereupon I command thee to
open thy affair.
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SHEPHERD My business, sir, is to the king.
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SHEPHERD My business, sir, is to the king.
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AUTOLYCUS What advocate hast thou to him?
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AUTOLYCUS What advocate hast thou to him?
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SHEPHERD I know not, an’t like you.
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SHEPHERD I know not, an’t like you.
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CLOWN 835 Advocate’s the court-word for a pheasant: say you
have none.
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CLOWN Advocate’s the court-word for a pheasant: say you
have none.
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SHEPHERD None, sir; I have no pheasant, cock nor hen.
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SHEPHERD None, sir; I have no pheasant, cock nor hen.
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AUTOLYCUS How blessed are we that are not simple men!
Yet nature might have made me as these are,
840 Therefore I will not disdain.
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AUTOLYCUS How blessed are we that are not simple men!
Yet nature might have made me as these are,
Therefore I will not disdain.
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CLOWN This cannot be but a great courtier.
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CLOWN This cannot be but a great courtier.
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SHEPHERD His garments are rich, but he wears
them not handsomely.
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SHEPHERD His garments are rich, but he wears
them not handsomely.
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CLOWN He seems to be the more noble in being fantastical:
845 a great man, I’ll warrant; I know by the picking
on’s teeth.
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CLOWN He seems to be the more noble in being fantastical:
a great man, I’ll warrant; I know by the picking
on’s teeth.
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AUTOLYCUS The fardel there? what’s i’ the fardel?
Wherefore that box?
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AUTOLYCUS The fardel there? what’s i’ the fardel?
Wherefore that box?
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SHEPHERD Sir, there lies such secrets in this fardel and box,
850 which none must know but the king; and which he
shall know within this hour, if I may come to the
speech of him.
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SHEPHERD Sir, there lies such secrets in this fardel and box,
which none must know but the king; and which he
shall know within this hour, if I may come to the
speech of him.
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AUTOLYCUS Age, thou hast lost thy labour.
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AUTOLYCUS Age, thou hast lost thy labour.
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SHEPHERD Why, sir?
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SHEPHERD Why, sir?
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AUTOLYCUS 855 The king is not at the palace; he is gone aboard a
new ship to purge melancholy and air himself: for,
if thou beest capable of things serious, thou must
know the king is full of grief.
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AUTOLYCUS The king is not at the palace; he is gone aboard a
new ship to purge melancholy and air himself: for,
if thou beest capable of things serious, thou must
know the king is full of grief.
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SHEPHERD So ’tis said, sir; about his son, that should have
860 married a shepherd’s daughter.
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SHEPHERD So ’tis said, sir; about his son, that should have
married a shepherd’s daughter.
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AUTOLYCUS If that shepherd be not in hand-fast, let him fly:
the curses he shall have, the tortures he shall
feel, will break the back of man, the heart of monster.
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AUTOLYCUS If that shepherd be not in hand-fast, let him fly:
the curses he shall have, the tortures he shall
feel, will break the back of man, the heart of monster.
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CLOWN Think you so, sir?
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CLOWN Think you so, sir?
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AUTOLYCUS 865 Not he alone shall suffer what wit can make heavy
and vengeance bitter; but those that are germane to
him, though removed fifty times, shall all come
under the hangman: which though it be great pity,
yet it is necessary. An old sheep-whistling rogue a
870 ram-tender, to offer to have his daughter come into
grace! Some say he shall be stoned; but that death
is too soft for him, say I draw our throne into a
sheep-cote! all deaths are too few, the sharpest too easy.
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AUTOLYCUS Not he alone shall suffer what wit can make heavy
and vengeance bitter; but those that are germane to
him, though removed fifty times, shall all come
under the hangman: which though it be great pity,
yet it is necessary. An old sheep-whistling rogue a
ram-tender, to offer to have his daughter come into
grace! Some say he shall be stoned; but that death
is too soft for him, say I draw our throne into a
sheep-cote! all deaths are too few, the sharpest too easy.
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CLOWN Has the old man e’er a son, sir, do you hear, an’t
875 like you, sir?
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CLOWN Has the old man e’er a son, sir, do you hear, an’t
like you, sir?
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AUTOLYCUS He has a son, who shall be flayed alive; then
’nointed over with honey, set on the head of a
wasp’s nest; then stand till he be three quarters
and a dram dead; then recovered again with
880 aqua-vitae or some other hot infusion; then, raw as
he is, and in the hottest day prognostication
proclaims, shall he be set against a brick-wall, the
sun looking with a southward eye upon him, where he
is to behold him with flies blown to death. But what
885 talk we of these traitorly rascals, whose miseries
are to be smiled at, their offences being so
capital? Tell me, for you seem to be honest plain
men, what you have to the king: being something
gently considered, I’ll bring you where he is
890 aboard, tender your persons to his presence,
whisper him in your behalfs; and if it be in man
besides the king to effect your suits, here is man
shall do it.
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AUTOLYCUS He has a son, who shall be flayed alive; then
’nointed over with honey, set on the head of a
wasp’s nest; then stand till he be three quarters
and a dram dead; then recovered again with
aqua-vitae or some other hot infusion; then, raw as
he is, and in the hottest day prognostication
proclaims, shall he be set against a brick-wall, the
sun looking with a southward eye upon him, where he
is to behold him with flies blown to death. But what
talk we of these traitorly rascals, whose miseries
are to be smiled at, their offences being so
capital? Tell me, for you seem to be honest plain
men, what you have to the king: being something
gently considered, I’ll bring you where he is
aboard, tender your persons to his presence,
whisper him in your behalfs; and if it be in man
besides the king to effect your suits, here is man
shall do it.
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CLOWN He seems to be of great authority: close with him,
895 give him gold; and though authority be a stubborn
bear, yet he is oft led by the nose with gold: show
the inside of your purse to the outside of his hand,
and no more ado. Remember ‘stoned,’ and ‘flayed alive.’
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CLOWN He seems to be of great authority: close with him,
give him gold; and though authority be a stubborn
bear, yet he is oft led by the nose with gold: show
the inside of your purse to the outside of his hand,
and no more ado. Remember ‘stoned,’ and ‘flayed alive.’
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SHEPHERD An’t please you, sir, to undertake the business for
900 us, here is that gold I have: I’ll make it as much
more and leave this young man in pawn till I bring it you.
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SHEPHERD An’t please you, sir, to undertake the business for
us, here is that gold I have: I’ll make it as much
more and leave this young man in pawn till I bring it you.
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AUTOLYCUS After I have done what I promised?
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AUTOLYCUS After I have done what I promised?
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SHEPHERD Ay, sir.
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SHEPHERD Ay, sir.
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AUTOLYCUS Well, give me the moiety. Are you a party in this business?
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AUTOLYCUS Well, give me the moiety. Are you a party in this business?
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CLOWN 905 In some sort, sir: but though my case be a pitiful
one, I hope I shall not be flayed out of it.
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CLOWN In some sort, sir: but though my case be a pitiful
one, I hope I shall not be flayed out of it.
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AUTOLYCUS O, that’s the case of the shepherd’s son: hang him,
he’ll be made an example.
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AUTOLYCUS O, that’s the case of the shepherd’s son: hang him,
he’ll be made an example.
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CLOWN Comfort, good comfort! We must to the king and show
910 our strange sights: he must know ’tis none of your
daughter nor my sister; we are gone else. 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.
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CLOWN 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. 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.
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AUTOLYCUS 915 I will trust you. Walk before toward the sea-side;
go on the right hand: I will but look upon the
hedge and follow you.
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AUTOLYCUS I will trust you. Walk before toward the sea-side;
go on the right hand: I will but look upon the
hedge and follow you.
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CLOWN We are blest in this man, as I may say, even blest.
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CLOWN We are blest in this man, as I may say, even blest.
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SHEPHERD Let’s before as he bids us: he was provided to do us good.
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SHEPHERD Let’s before as he bids us: he was provided to do us good.
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Exeunt SHEPHERD and CLOWN
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Exeunt SHEPHERD and CLOWN
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AUTOLYCUS 920 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
925 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
930 what shame else belongs to’t. To him will I present
them: there may be matter in it.
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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.
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The Shepherd’s cottage.
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The Shepherd’s cottage.
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Enter FLORIZEL and PERDITA
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Enter FLORIZEL and PERDITA
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FLORIZEL These your unusual weeds to each part of you
Do give a life: no shepherdess, but Flora
Peering in April’s front. This your sheep-shearing
Is as a meeting of the petty gods,
5 And you the queen on’t.
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FLORIZEL These your unusual weeds to each part of you
Do give a life: no shepherdess, but Flora
Peering in April’s front. This your sheep-shearing
Is as a meeting of the petty gods,
And you the queen on’t.
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PERDITA Sir, my gracious lord,
To chide at your extremes it not becomes me:
O, pardon, that I name them! Your high self,
The gracious mark o’ the land, you have obscured
10 With a swain’s wearing, and me, poor lowly maid,
Most goddess-like prank’d up: but that our feasts
In every mess have folly and the feeders
Digest it with a custom, I should blush
To see you so attired, swoon, I think,
15 To show myself a glass.
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PERDITA Sir, my gracious lord,
To chide at your extremes it not becomes me:
O, pardon, that I name them! Your high self,
The gracious mark o’ the land, you have obscured
With a swain’s wearing, and me, poor lowly maid,
Most goddess-like prank’d up: but that our feasts
In every mess have folly and the feeders
Digest it with a custom, I should blush
To see you so attired, swoon, I think,
To show myself a glass.
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FLORIZEL I bless the time
When my good falcon made her flight across
Thy father’s ground.
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FLORIZEL I bless the time
When my good falcon made her flight across
Thy father’s ground.
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PERDITA Now Jove afford you cause!
20 To me the difference forges dread; your greatness
Hath not been used to fear. Even now I tremble
To think your father, by some accident,
Should pass this way as you did: O, the Fates!
How would he look, to see his work so noble
25 Vilely bound up? What would he say? Or how
Should I, in these my borrow’d flaunts, behold
The sternness of his presence?
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PERDITA Now Jove afford you cause!
To me the difference forges dread; your greatness
Hath not been used to fear. Even now I tremble
To think your father, by some accident,
Should pass this way as you did: O, the Fates!
How would he look, to see his work so noble
Vilely bound up? What would he say? Or how
Should I, in these my borrow’d flaunts, behold
The sternness of his presence?
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FLORIZEL Apprehend
Nothing but jollity. The gods themselves,
30 Humbling their deities to love, have taken
The shapes of beasts upon them: Jupiter
Became a bull, and bellow’d; the green Neptune
A ram, and bleated; and the fire-robed god,
Golden Apollo, a poor humble swain,
35 As I seem now. Their transformations
Were never for a piece of beauty rarer,
Nor in a way so chaste, since my desires
Run not before mine honour, nor my lusts
Burn hotter than my faith.
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FLORIZEL Apprehend
Nothing but jollity. The gods themselves,
Humbling their deities to love, have taken
The shapes of beasts upon them: Jupiter
Became a bull, and bellow’d; the green Neptune
A ram, and bleated; and the fire-robed god,
Golden Apollo, a poor humble swain,
As I seem now. Their transformations
Were never for a piece of beauty rarer,
Nor in a way so chaste, since my desires
Run not before mine honour, nor my lusts
Burn hotter than my faith.
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PERDITA 40 O, but, sir,
Your resolution cannot hold, when ’tis
Opposed, as it must be, by the power of the king:
One of these two must be necessities,
Which then will speak, that you must
45 change this purpose,
Or I my life.
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PERDITA O, but, sir,
Your resolution cannot hold, when ’tis
Opposed, as it must be, by the power of the king:
One of these two must be necessities,
Which then will speak, that you must
change this purpose,
Or I my life.
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FLORIZEL Thou dearest Perdita,
With these forced thoughts, I prithee, darken not
The mirth o’ the feast. Or I’ll be thine, my fair,
50 Or not my father’s. For I cannot be
Mine own, nor any thing to any, if
I be not thine. To this I am most constant,
Though destiny say no. Be merry, gentle;
Strangle such thoughts as these with any thing
55 That you behold the while. Your guests are coming:
Lift up your countenance, as it were the day
Of celebration of that nuptial which
We two have sworn shall come.
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FLORIZEL Thou dearest Perdita,
With these forced thoughts, I prithee, darken not
The mirth o’ the feast. Or I’ll be thine, my fair,
Or not my father’s. For I cannot be
Mine own, nor any thing to any, if
I be not thine. To this I am most constant,
Though destiny say no. Be merry, gentle;
Strangle such thoughts as these with any thing
That you behold the while. Your guests are coming:
Lift up your countenance, as it were the day
Of celebration of that nuptial which
We two have sworn shall come.
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PERDITA O lady Fortune,
60 Stand you auspicious!
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PERDITA O lady Fortune,
Stand you auspicious!
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FLORIZEL See, your guests approach:
Address yourself to entertain them sprightly,
And let’s be red with mirth.
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FLORIZEL See, your guests approach:
Address yourself to entertain them sprightly,
And let’s be red with mirth.
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Enter Shepherd, Clown, MOPSA , DORCAS , and others, with POLIXENES and CAMILLO disguised
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Enter Shepherd, Clown, MOPSA , DORCAS , and others, with POLIXENES and CAMILLO disguised
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SHEPHERD Fie, daughter! when my old wife lived, upon
65 This day she was both pantler, butler, cook,
Both dame and servant; welcomed all, served all;
Would sing her song and dance her turn; now here,
At upper end o’ the table, now i’ the middle;
On his shoulder, and his; her face o’ fire
70 With labour and the thing she took to quench it,
She would to each one sip. You are retired,
As if you were a feasted one and not
The hostess of the meeting: pray you, bid
These unknown friends to’s welcome; for it is
75 A way to make us better friends, more known.
Come, quench your blushes and present yourself
That which you are, mistress o’ the feast: come on,
And bid us welcome to your sheep-shearing,
As your good flock shall prosper.
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SHEPHERD Fie, daughter! when my old wife lived, upon
This day she was both pantler, butler, cook,
Both dame and servant; welcomed all, served all;
Would sing her song and dance her turn; now here,
At upper end o’ the table, now i’ the middle;
On his shoulder, and his; her face o’ fire
With labour and the thing she took to quench it,
She would to each one sip. You are retired,
As if you were a feasted one and not
The hostess of the meeting: pray you, bid
These unknown friends to’s welcome; for it is
A way to make us better friends, more known.
Come, quench your blushes and present yourself
That which you are, mistress o’ the feast: come on,
And bid us welcome to your sheep-shearing,
As your good flock shall prosper.
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PERDITA 80 [To POLIXENES] Sir, welcome:
It is my father’s will I should take on me
The hostess-ship o’ the day.
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PERDITA [To POLIXENES] Sir, welcome:
It is my father’s will I should take on me
The hostess-ship o’ the day.
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To CAMILLO
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To CAMILLO
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You’re welcome, sir.
Give me those flowers there, Dorcas. Reverend sirs,
85 For you there’s rosemary and rue; these keep
Seeming and savour all the winter long:
Grace and remembrance be to you both,
And welcome to our shearing!
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You’re welcome, sir.
Give me those flowers there, Dorcas. Reverend sirs,
For you there’s rosemary and rue; these keep
Seeming and savour all the winter long:
Grace and remembrance be to you both,
And welcome to our shearing!
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POLIXENES Shepherdess,
90 A fair one are you—well you fit our ages
With flowers of winter.
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POLIXENES Shepherdess,
A fair one are you—well you fit our ages
With flowers of winter.
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PERDITA Sir, the year growing ancient,
Not yet on summer’s death, nor on the birth
Of trembling winter, the fairest
95 flowers o’ the season
Are our carnations and streak’d gillyvors,
Which some call nature’s bastards: of that kind
Our rustic garden’s barren; and I care not
To get slips of them.
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PERDITA Sir, the year growing ancient,
Not yet on summer’s death, nor on the birth
Of trembling winter, the fairest
flowers o’ the season
Are our carnations and streak’d gillyvors,
Which some call nature’s bastards: of that kind
Our rustic garden’s barren; and I care not
To get slips of them.
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POLIXENES 100 Wherefore, gentle maiden,
Do you neglect them?
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POLIXENES Wherefore, gentle maiden,
Do you neglect them?
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PERDITA For I have heard it said
There is an art which in their piedness shares
With great creating nature.
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PERDITA For I have heard it said
There is an art which in their piedness shares
With great creating nature.
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POLIXENES 105 Say there be;
Yet nature is made better by no mean
But nature makes that mean: so, over that art
Which you say adds to nature, is an art
That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry
110 A gentler scion to the wildest stock,
And make conceive a bark of baser kind
By bud of nobler race: this is an art
Which does mend nature, change it rather, but
The art itself is nature.
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POLIXENES Say there be;
Yet nature is made better by no mean
But nature makes that mean: so, over that art
Which you say adds to nature, is an art
That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry
A gentler scion to the wildest stock,
And make conceive a bark of baser kind
By bud of nobler race: this is an art
Which does mend nature, change it rather, but
The art itself is nature.
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PERDITA 115 So it is.
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PERDITA So it is.
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POLIXENES Then make your garden rich in gillyvors,
And do not call them bastards.
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POLIXENES Then make your garden rich in gillyvors,
And do not call them bastards.
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PERDITA I’ll not put
The dibble in earth to set one slip of them;
120 No more than were I painted I would wish
This youth should say ’twere well and only therefore
Desire to breed by me. Here’s flowers for you;
Hot lavender, mints, savoury, marjoram;
The marigold, that goes to bed wi’ the sun
125 And with him rises weeping: these are flowers
Of middle summer, and I think they are given
To men of middle age. You’re very welcome.
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PERDITA I’ll not put
The dibble in earth to set one slip of them;
No more than were I painted I would wish
This youth should say ’twere well and only therefore
Desire to breed by me. Here’s flowers for you;
Hot lavender, mints, savoury, marjoram;
The marigold, that goes to bed wi’ the sun
And with him rises weeping: these are flowers
Of middle summer, and I think they are given
To men of middle age. You’re very welcome.
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CAMILLO I should leave grazing, were I of your flock,
And only live by gazing.
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CAMILLO I should leave grazing, were I of your flock,
And only live by gazing.
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PERDITA 130 Out, alas!
You’d be so lean, that blasts of January
Would blow you through and through.
Now, my fair’st friend,
I would I had some flowers o’ the spring that might
135 Become your time of day; and yours, and yours,
That wear upon your virgin branches yet
Your maidenheads growing: O Proserpina,
For the flowers now, that frighted thou let’st fall
From Dis’s waggon! daffodils,
140 That come before the swallow dares, and take
The winds of March with beauty; violets dim,
But sweeter than the lids of Juno’s eyes
Or Cytherea’s breath; pale primroses
That die unmarried, ere they can behold
145 Bight Phoebus in his strength—a malady
Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and
The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds,
The flower-de-luce being one! O, these I lack,
To make you garlands of, and my sweet friend,
150 To strew him o’er and o’er!
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PERDITA Out, alas!
You’d be so lean, that blasts of January
Would blow you through and through.
Now, my fair’st friend,
I would I had some flowers o’ the spring that might
Become your time of day; and yours, and yours,
That wear upon your virgin branches yet
Your maidenheads growing: O Proserpina,
For the flowers now, that frighted thou let’st fall
From Dis’s waggon! daffodils,
That come before the swallow dares, and take
The winds of March with beauty; violets dim,
But sweeter than the lids of Juno’s eyes
Or Cytherea’s breath; pale primroses
That die unmarried, ere they can behold
Bight Phoebus in his strength—a malady
Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and
The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds,
The flower-de-luce being one! O, these I lack,
To make you garlands of, and my sweet friend,
To strew him o’er and o’er!
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FLORIZEL What, like a corse?
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FLORIZEL What, like a corse?
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PERDITA No, like a bank for love to lie and play on;
Not like a corse; or if, not to be buried,
But quick and in mine arms. Come, take your flowers:
155 Methinks I play as I have seen them do
In Whitsun pastorals: sure this robe of mine
Does change my disposition.
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PERDITA No, like a bank for love to lie and play on;
Not like a corse; or if, not to be buried,
But quick and in mine arms. Come, take your flowers:
Methinks I play as I have seen them do
In Whitsun pastorals: sure this robe of mine
Does change my disposition.
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FLORIZEL What you do
Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet.
160 I’ld have you do it ever: when you sing,
I’ld have you buy and sell so, so give alms,
Pray so; and, for the ordering your affairs,
To sing them too: when you do dance, I wish you
A wave o’ the sea, that you might ever do
165 Nothing but that; move still, still so,
And own no other function: each your doing,
So singular in each particular,
Crowns what you are doing in the present deed,
That all your acts are queens.
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FLORIZEL What you do
Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet.
I’ld have you do it ever: when you sing,
I’ld have you buy and sell so, so give alms,
Pray so; and, for the ordering your affairs,
To sing them too: when you do dance, I wish you
A wave o’ the sea, that you might ever do
Nothing but that; move still, still so,
And own no other function: each your doing,
So singular in each particular,
Crowns what you are doing in the present deed,
That all your acts are queens.
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PERDITA 170 O Doricles,
Your praises are too large: but that your youth,
And the true blood which peepeth fairly through’t,
Do plainly give you out an unstain’d shepherd,
With wisdom I might fear, my Doricles,
175 You woo’d me the false way.
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PERDITA O Doricles,
Your praises are too large: but that your youth,
And the true blood which peepeth fairly through’t,
Do plainly give you out an unstain’d shepherd,
With wisdom I might fear, my Doricles,
You woo’d me the false way.
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FLORIZEL I think you have
As little skill to fear as I have purpose
To put you to’t. But come; our dance, I pray:
Your hand, my Perdita: so turtles pair,
180 That never mean to part.
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FLORIZEL I think you have
As little skill to fear as I have purpose
To put you to’t. But come; our dance, I pray:
Your hand, my Perdita: so turtles pair,
That never mean to part.
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PERDITA I’ll swear for ’em.
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PERDITA I’ll swear for ’em.
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POLIXENES This is the prettiest low-born lass that ever
Ran on the green-sward: nothing she does or seems
But smacks of something greater than herself,
185 Too noble for this place.
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POLIXENES This is the prettiest low-born lass that ever
Ran on the green-sward: nothing she does or seems
But smacks of something greater than herself,
Too noble for this place.
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CAMILLO He tells her something
That makes her blood look out: good sooth, she is
The queen of curds and cream.
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CAMILLO He tells her something
That makes her blood look out: good sooth, she is
The queen of curds and cream.
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CLOWN Come on, strike up!
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CLOWN Come on, strike up!
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DORCAS 190 Mopsa must be your mistre marry, garlic,
To mend her kissing with!
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DORCAS Mopsa must be your mistre marry, garlic,
To mend her kissing with!
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MOPSA Now, in good time!
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MOPSA Now, in good time!
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CLOWN Not a word, a word; we stand upon our manners.
Come, strike up!
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CLOWN Not a word, a word; we stand upon our manners.
Come, strike up!
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Music. Here a dance of Shepherds and Shepherdesses
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Music. Here a dance of Shepherds and Shepherdesses
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POLIXENES 195 Pray, good shepherd, what fair swain is this
Which dances with your daughter?
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POLIXENES Pray, good shepherd, what fair swain is this
Which dances with your daughter?
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SHEPHERD They call him Doricles; and boasts himself
To have a worthy feeding: but I have it
Upon his own report and I believe it;
200 He looks like sooth. He says he loves my daughter:
I think so too; for never gazed the moon
Upon the water as he’ll stand and read
As ’twere my daughter’s eyes: and, to be plain,
I think there is not half a kiss to choose
205 Who loves another best.
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SHEPHERD They call him Doricles; and boasts himself
To have a worthy feeding: but I have it
Upon his own report and I believe it;
He looks like sooth. He says he loves my daughter:
I think so too; for never gazed the moon
Upon the water as he’ll stand and read
As ’twere my daughter’s eyes: and, to be plain,
I think there is not half a kiss to choose
Who loves another best.
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POLIXENES She dances featly.
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POLIXENES She dances featly.
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SHEPHERD So she does any thing; though I report it,
That should be silent: if young Doricles
Do light upon her, she shall bring him that
210 Which he not dreams of.
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SHEPHERD So she does any thing; though I report it,
That should be silent: if young Doricles
Do light upon her, she shall bring him that
Which he not dreams of.
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Enter Servant
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Enter Servant
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SERVANT O master, if you did but hear the pedlar at the
door, you would never dance again after a tabour and
pipe; no, the bagpipe could not move you: he sings
several tunes faster than you’ll tell money; he
215 utters them as he had eaten ballads and all men’s
ears grew to his tunes.
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SERVANT O master, if you did but hear the pedlar at the
door, you would never dance again after a tabour and
pipe; no, the bagpipe could not move you: he sings
several tunes faster than you’ll tell money; he
utters them as he had eaten ballads and all men’s
ears grew to his tunes.
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CLOWN He could never come better; he shall come in. I
love a ballad but even too well, if it be doleful
matter merrily set down, or a very pleasant thing
220 indeed and sung lamentably.
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CLOWN He could never come better; he shall come in. I
love a ballad but even too well, if it be doleful
matter merrily set down, or a very pleasant thing
indeed and sung lamentably.
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SERVANT He hath songs for man or woman, of all sizes; no
milliner can so fit his customers with gloves: he
has the prettiest love-songs for maids; so without
bawdry, which is strange; with such delicate
225 burthens of dildos and fadings, ‘jump her and thump
her;’ and where some stretch-mouthed rascal would,
as it were, mean mischief and break a foul gap into
the matter, he makes the maid to answer ‘Whoop, do me
no harm, good man;’ puts him off, slights him, with
230 ‘Whoop, do me no harm, good man.’
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SERVANT He hath songs for man or woman, of all sizes; no
milliner can so fit his customers with gloves: he
has the prettiest love-songs for maids; so without
bawdry, which is strange; with such delicate
burthens of dildos and fadings, ‘jump her and thump
her;’ and where some stretch-mouthed rascal would,
as it were, mean mischief and break a foul gap into
the matter, he makes the maid to answer ‘Whoop, do me
no harm, good man;’ puts him off, slights him, with
‘Whoop, do me no harm, good man.’
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POLIXENES This is a brave fellow.
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POLIXENES This is a brave fellow.
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CLOWN Believe me, thou talkest of an admirable conceited
fellow. Has he any unbraided wares?
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CLOWN Believe me, thou talkest of an admirable conceited
fellow. Has he any unbraided wares?
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SERVANT He hath ribbons of an the colours i’ the rainbow;
235 points more than all the lawyers in Bohemia can
learnedly handle, though they come to him by the
gro inkles, caddisses, cambrics, lawns: why, he
sings ’em over as they were gods or goddesses; you
would think a smock were a she-angel, he so chants
240 to the sleeve-hand and the work about the square on’t.
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SERVANT He hath ribbons of an the colours i’ the rainbow;
points more than all the lawyers in Bohemia can
learnedly handle, though they come to him by the
gro inkles, caddisses, cambrics, lawns: why, he
sings ’em over as they were gods or goddesses; you
would think a smock were a she-angel, he so chants
to the sleeve-hand and the work about the square on’t.
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CLOWN Prithee bring him in; and let him approach singing.
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CLOWN Prithee bring him in; and let him approach singing.
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PERDITA Forewarn him that he use no scurrilous words in ’s tunes.
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PERDITA Forewarn him that he use no scurrilous words in ’s tunes.
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Exit Servant
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Exit Servant
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CLOWN You have of these pedlars, that have more in them
than you’ld think, sister.
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CLOWN You have of these pedlars, that have more in them
than you’ld think, sister.
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PERDITA 245 Ay, good brother, or go about to think.
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PERDITA Ay, good brother, or go about to think.
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Enter AUTOLYCUS , singing
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Enter AUTOLYCUS , singing
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AUTOLYCUS Lawn as white as driven snow;
Cyprus black as e’er was crow;
Gloves as sweet as damask roses;
Masks for faces and for noses;
250 Bugle bracelet, necklace amber,
Perfume for a lady’s chamber;
Golden quoifs and stomachers,
For my lads to give their dears:
Pins and poking-sticks of steel,
255 What maids lack from head to heel:
Come buy of me, come; come buy, come buy;
Buy lads, or else your lasses cry: Come buy.
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AUTOLYCUS Lawn as white as driven snow;
Cyprus black as e’er was crow;
Gloves as sweet as damask roses;
Masks for faces and for noses;
Bugle bracelet, necklace amber,
Perfume for a lady’s chamber;
Golden quoifs and stomachers,
For my lads to give their dears:
Pins and poking-sticks of steel,
What maids lack from head to heel:
Come buy of me, come; come buy, come buy;
Buy lads, or else your lasses cry: Come buy.
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CLOWN If I were not in love with Mopsa, thou shouldst take
no money of me; but being enthralled as I am, it
260 will also be the bondage of certain ribbons and gloves.
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CLOWN If I were not in love with Mopsa, thou shouldst take
no money of me; but being enthralled as I am, it
will also be the bondage of certain ribbons and gloves.
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MOPSA I was promised them against the feast; but they come
not too late now.
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MOPSA I was promised them against the feast; but they come
not too late now.
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DORCAS He hath promised you more than that, or there be liars.
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DORCAS He hath promised you more than that, or there be liars.
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MOPSA He hath paid you all he promised you; may be, he has
265 paid you more, which will shame you to give him again.
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MOPSA He hath paid you all he promised you; may be, he has
paid you more, which will shame you to give him again.
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CLOWN Is there no manners left among maids? will they
wear their plackets where they should bear their
faces? Is there not milking-time, when you are
going to bed, or kiln-hole, to whistle off these
270 secrets, but you must be tittle-tattling before all
our guests? ’tis well they are whispering: clamour
your tongues, and not a word more.
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CLOWN Is there no manners left among maids? will they
wear their plackets where they should bear their
faces? Is there not milking-time, when you are
going to bed, or kiln-hole, to whistle off these
secrets, but you must be tittle-tattling before all
our guests? ’tis well they are whispering: clamour
your tongues, and not a word more.
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MOPSA I have done. Come, you promised me a tawdry-lace
and a pair of sweet gloves.
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MOPSA I have done. Come, you promised me a tawdry-lace
and a pair of sweet gloves.
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CLOWN 275 Have I not told thee how I was cozened by the way
and lost all my money?
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CLOWN Have I not told thee how I was cozened by the way
and lost all my money?
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AUTOLYCUS And indeed, sir, there are cozeners abroad;
therefore it behoves men to be wary.
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AUTOLYCUS And indeed, sir, there are cozeners abroad;
therefore it behoves men to be wary.
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CLOWN Fear not thou, man, thou shalt lose nothing here.
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CLOWN Fear not thou, man, thou shalt lose nothing here.
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AUTOLYCUS 280 I hope so, sir; for I have about me many parcels of charge.
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AUTOLYCUS I hope so, sir; for I have about me many parcels of charge.
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CLOWN What hast here? ballads?
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CLOWN What hast here? ballads?
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MOPSA Pray now, buy some: I love a ballad in print o’
life, for then we are sure they are true.
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MOPSA Pray now, buy some: I love a ballad in print o’
life, for then we are sure they are true.
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AUTOLYCUS Here’s one to a very doleful tune, how a usurer’s
285 wife was brought to bed of twenty money-bags at a
burthen and how she longed to eat adders’ heads and
toads carbonadoed.
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AUTOLYCUS Here’s one to a very doleful tune, how a usurer’s
wife was brought to bed of twenty money-bags at a
burthen and how she longed to eat adders’ heads and
toads carbonadoed.
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MOPSA Is it true, think you?
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MOPSA Is it true, think you?
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AUTOLYCUS Very true, and but a month old.
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AUTOLYCUS Very true, and but a month old.
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DORCAS 290 Bless me from marrying a usurer!
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DORCAS Bless me from marrying a usurer!
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AUTOLYCUS Here’s the midwife’s name to’t, one Mistress
Tale-porter, and five or six honest wives that were
present. Why should I carry lies abroad?
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AUTOLYCUS Here’s the midwife’s name to’t, one Mistress
Tale-porter, and five or six honest wives that were
present. Why should I carry lies abroad?
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MOPSA Pray you now, buy it.
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MOPSA Pray you now, buy it.
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CLOWN 295 Come on, lay it by: and let’s first see more
ballads; we’ll buy the other things anon.
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CLOWN Come on, lay it by: and let’s first see more
ballads; we’ll buy the other things anon.
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AUTOLYCUS Here’s another ballad of a fish, that appeared upon
the coast on Wednesday the four-score of April,
forty thousand fathom above water, and sung this
300 ballad against the hard hearts of maids: it was
thought she was a woman and was turned into a cold
fish for she would not exchange flesh with one that
loved her: the ballad is very pitiful and as true.
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AUTOLYCUS Here’s another ballad of a fish, that appeared upon
the coast on Wednesday the four-score of April,
forty thousand fathom above water, and sung this
ballad against the hard hearts of maids: it was
thought she was a woman and was turned into a cold
fish for she would not exchange flesh with one that
loved her: the ballad is very pitiful and as true.
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DORCAS Is it true too, think you?
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DORCAS Is it true too, think you?
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AUTOLYCUS 305 Five justices’ hands at it, and witnesses more than
my pack will hold.
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AUTOLYCUS Five justices’ hands at it, and witnesses more than
my pack will hold.
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CLOWN Lay it by too: another.
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CLOWN Lay it by too: another.
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AUTOLYCUS This is a merry ballad, but a very pretty one.
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AUTOLYCUS This is a merry ballad, but a very pretty one.
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MOPSA Let’s have some merry ones.
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MOPSA Let’s have some merry ones.
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AUTOLYCUS 310 Why, this is a passing merry one and goes to
the tune of ‘Two maids wooing a man:’ there’s
scarce a maid westward but she sings it; ’tis in
request, I can tell you.
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AUTOLYCUS Why, this is a passing merry one and goes to
the tune of ‘Two maids wooing a man:’ there’s
scarce a maid westward but she sings it; ’tis in
request, I can tell you.
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MOPSA We can both sing it: if thou’lt bear a part, thou
315 shalt hear; ’tis in three parts.
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MOPSA We can both sing it: if thou’lt bear a part, thou
shalt hear; ’tis in three parts.
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DORCAS We had the tune on’t a month ago.
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DORCAS We had the tune on’t a month ago.
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AUTOLYCUS I can bear my part; you must know ’tis my
occupation; have at it with you.
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AUTOLYCUS I can bear my part; you must know ’tis my
occupation; have at it with you.
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SONG
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SONG
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AUTOLYCUS Get you hence, for I must go
320 Where it fits not you to know.
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AUTOLYCUS Get you hence, for I must go
Where it fits not you to know.
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DORCAS Whither?
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DORCAS Whither?
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MOPSA O, whither?
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MOPSA O, whither?
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DORCAS Whither?
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DORCAS Whither?
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MOPSA It becomes thy oath full well,
325 Thou to me thy secrets tell.
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MOPSA It becomes thy oath full well,
Thou to me thy secrets tell.
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DORCAS Me too, let me go thither.
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DORCAS Me too, let me go thither.
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MOPSA Or thou goest to the orange or mill.
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MOPSA Or thou goest to the orange or mill.
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DORCAS If to either, thou dost ill.
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DORCAS If to either, thou dost ill.
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AUTOLYCUS Neither.
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AUTOLYCUS Neither.
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DORCAS 330 What, neither?
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DORCAS What, neither?
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AUTOLYCUS Neither.
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AUTOLYCUS Neither.
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DORCAS Thou hast sworn my love to be.
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DORCAS Thou hast sworn my love to be.
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MOPSA Thou hast sworn it more to me:
Then whither goest? say, whither?
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MOPSA Thou hast sworn it more to me:
Then whither goest? say, whither?
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CLOWN 335 We’ll have this song out anon by ourselves: my
father and the gentlemen are in sad talk, and we’ll
not trouble them. Come, bring away thy pack after
me. Wenches, I’ll buy for you both. Pedlar, let’s
have the first choice. Follow me, girls.
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CLOWN We’ll have this song out anon by ourselves: my
father and the gentlemen are in sad talk, and we’ll
not trouble them. Come, bring away thy pack after
me. Wenches, I’ll buy for you both. Pedlar, let’s
have the first choice. Follow me, girls.
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Exit with DORCAS and MOPSA
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Exit with DORCAS and MOPSA
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AUTOLYCUS 340 And you shall pay well for ’em.
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AUTOLYCUS And you shall pay well for ’em.
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Follows singing
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Follows singing
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Will you buy any tape,
Or lace for your cape,
My dainty duck, my dear-a?
Any silk, any thread,
345 Any toys for your head,
Of the new’st and finest, finest wear-a?
Come to the pedlar;
Money’s a medler.
That doth utter all men’s ware-a.
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Will you buy any tape,
Or lace for your cape,
My dainty duck, my dear-a?
Any silk, any thread,
Any toys for your head,
Of the new’st and finest, finest wear-a?
Come to the pedlar;
Money’s a medler.
That doth utter all men’s ware-a.
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Exit
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Exit
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Re-enter Servant
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Re-enter Servant
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SERVANT 350 Master, there is three carters, three shepherds,
three neat-herds, three swine-herds, that have made
themselves all men of hair, they call themselves
saltiers, and they have a dance which the wenches
say is a gallimaufry of gambols, because they are
355 not in’t; but they themselves are o’ the mind, if it
be not too rough for some that know little but
bowling, it will please plentifully.
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SERVANT Master, there is three carters, three shepherds,
three neat-herds, three swine-herds, that have made
themselves all men of hair, they call themselves
saltiers, and they have a dance which the wenches
say is a gallimaufry of gambols, because they are
not in’t; but they themselves are o’ the mind, if it
be not too rough for some that know little but
bowling, it will please plentifully.
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SHEPHERD Away! we’ll none on ’t: here has been too much
homely foolery already. I know, sir, we weary you.
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SHEPHERD Away! we’ll none on ’t: here has been too much
homely foolery already. I know, sir, we weary you.
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POLIXENES 360 You weary those that refresh us: pray, let’s see
these four threes of herdsmen.
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POLIXENES You weary those that refresh us: pray, let’s see
these four threes of herdsmen.
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SERVANT One three of them, by their own report, sir, hath
danced before the king; and not the worst of the
three but jumps twelve foot and a half by the squier.
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SERVANT One three of them, by their own report, sir, hath
danced before the king; and not the worst of the
three but jumps twelve foot and a half by the squier.
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SHEPHERD 365 Leave your prating: since these good men are
pleased, let them come in; but quickly now.
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SHEPHERD Leave your prating: since these good men are
pleased, let them come in; but quickly now.
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SERVANT Why, they stay at door, sir.
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SERVANT Why, they stay at door, sir.
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Exit
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Exit
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Here a dance of twelve Satyrs
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Here a dance of twelve Satyrs
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POLIXENES O, father, you’ll know more of that hereafter.
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POLIXENES O, father, you’ll know more of that hereafter.
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To CAMILLO
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To CAMILLO
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Is it not too far gone? ’Tis time to part them.
370 He’s simple and tells much.
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Is it not too far gone? ’Tis time to part them.
He’s simple and tells much.
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To FLORIZEL
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To FLORIZEL
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How now, fair shepherd!
Your heart is full of something that does take
Your mind from feasting. Sooth, when I was young
And handed love as you do, I was wont
375 To load my she with knacks: I would have ransack’d
The pedlar’s silken treasury and have pour’d it
To her acceptance; you have let him go
And nothing marted with him. If your lass
Interpretation should abuse and call this
380 Your lack of love or bounty, you were straited
For a reply, at least if you make a care
Of happy holding her.
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How now, fair shepherd!
Your heart is full of something that does take
Your mind from feasting. Sooth, when I was young
And handed love as you do, I was wont
To load my she with knacks: I would have ransack’d
The pedlar’s silken treasury and have pour’d it
To her acceptance; you have let him go
And nothing marted with him. If your lass
Interpretation should abuse and call this
Your lack of love or bounty, you were straited
For a reply, at least if you make a care
Of happy holding her.
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FLORIZEL Old sir, I know
She prizes not such trifles as these are:
385 The gifts she looks from me are pack’d and lock’d
Up in my heart; which I have given already,
But not deliver’d. O, hear me breathe my life
Before this ancient sir, who, it should seem,
Hath sometime loved! I take thy hand, this hand,
390 As soft as dove’s down and as white as it,
Or Ethiopian’s tooth, or the fann’d
snow that’s bolted
By the northern blasts twice o’er.
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FLORIZEL Old sir, I know
She prizes not such trifles as these are:
The gifts she looks from me are pack’d and lock’d
Up in my heart; which I have given already,
But not deliver’d. O, hear me breathe my life
Before this ancient sir, who, it should seem,
Hath sometime loved! I take thy hand, this hand,
As soft as dove’s down and as white as it,
Or Ethiopian’s tooth, or the fann’d
snow that’s bolted
By the northern blasts twice o’er.
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POLIXENES What follows this?
395 How prettily the young swain seems to wash
The hand was fair before! I have put you out:
But to your protestation; let me hear
What you profess.
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POLIXENES What follows this?
How prettily the young swain seems to wash
The hand was fair before! I have put you out:
But to your protestation; let me hear
What you profess.
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FLORIZEL Do, and be witness to ’t.
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FLORIZEL Do, and be witness to ’t.
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POLIXENES 400 And this my neighbour too?
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POLIXENES And this my neighbour too?
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FLORIZEL And he, and more
Than he, and men, the earth, the heavens, and all:
That, were I crown’d the most imperial monarch,
Thereof most worthy, were I the fairest youth
405 That ever made eye swerve, had force and knowledge
More than was ever man’s, I would not prize them
Without her love; for her employ them all;
Commend them and condemn them to her service
Or to their own perdition.
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FLORIZEL And he, and more
Than he, and men, the earth, the heavens, and all:
That, were I crown’d the most imperial monarch,
Thereof most worthy, were I the fairest youth
That ever made eye swerve, had force and knowledge
More than was ever man’s, I would not prize them
Without her love; for her employ them all;
Commend them and condemn them to her service
Or to their own perdition.
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POLIXENES 410 Fairly offer’d.
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POLIXENES Fairly offer’d.
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CAMILLO This shows a sound affection.
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CAMILLO This shows a sound affection.
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SHEPHERD But, my daughter,
Say you the like to him?
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SHEPHERD But, my daughter,
Say you the like to him?
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PERDITA I cannot speak
415 So well, nothing so well; no, nor mean better:
By the pattern of mine own thoughts I cut out
The purity of his.
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PERDITA I cannot speak
So well, nothing so well; no, nor mean better:
By the pattern of mine own thoughts I cut out
The purity of his.
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SHEPHERD Take hands, a bargain!
And, friends unknown, you shall bear witness to ’t:
420 I give my daughter to him, and will make
Her portion equal his.
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SHEPHERD Take hands, a bargain!
And, friends unknown, you shall bear witness to ’t:
I give my daughter to him, and will make
Her portion equal his.
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FLORIZEL O, that must be
I’ the virtue of your daughter: one being dead,
I shall have more than you can dream of yet;
425 Enough then for your wonder. But, come on,
Contract us ’fore these witnesses.
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FLORIZEL O, that must be
I’ the virtue of your daughter: one being dead,
I shall have more than you can dream of yet;
Enough then for your wonder. But, come on,
Contract us ’fore these witnesses.
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SHEPHERD Come, your hand;
And, daughter, yours.
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SHEPHERD Come, your hand;
And, daughter, yours.
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POLIXENES Soft, swain, awhile, beseech you;
430 Have you a father?
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POLIXENES Soft, swain, awhile, beseech you;
Have you a father?
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FLORIZEL I have: but what of him?
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FLORIZEL I have: but what of him?
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POLIXENES Knows he of this?
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POLIXENES Knows he of this?
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FLORIZEL He neither does nor shall.
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FLORIZEL He neither does nor shall.
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POLIXENES Methinks a father
435 Is at the nuptial of his son a guest
That best becomes the table. Pray you once more,
Is not your father grown incapable
Of reasonable affairs? is he not stupid
With age and altering rheums? can he speak? hear?
440 Know man from man? dispute his own estate?
Lies he not bed-rid? and again does nothing
But what he did being childish?
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POLIXENES Methinks a father
Is at the nuptial of his son a guest
That best becomes the table. Pray you once more,
Is not your father grown incapable
Of reasonable affairs? is he not stupid
With age and altering rheums? can he speak? hear?
Know man from man? dispute his own estate?
Lies he not bed-rid? and again does nothing
But what he did being childish?
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FLORIZEL No, good sir;
He has his health and ampler strength indeed
445 Than most have of his age.
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FLORIZEL No, good sir;
He has his health and ampler strength indeed
Than most have of his age.
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POLIXENES By my white beard,
You offer him, if this be so, a wrong
Something unfilial: reason my son
Should choose himself a wife, but as good reason
450 The father, all whose joy is nothing else
But fair posterity, should hold some counsel
In such a business.
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POLIXENES By my white beard,
You offer him, if this be so, a wrong
Something unfilial: reason my son
Should choose himself a wife, but as good reason
The father, all whose joy is nothing else
But fair posterity, should hold some counsel
In such a business.
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FLORIZEL I yield all this;
But for some other reasons, my grave sir,
455 Which ’tis not fit you know, I not acquaint
My father of this business.
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FLORIZEL I yield all this;
But for some other reasons, my grave sir,
Which ’tis not fit you know, I not acquaint
My father of this business.
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POLIXENES Let him know’t.
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POLIXENES Let him know’t.
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FLORIZEL He shall not.
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FLORIZEL He shall not.
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POLIXENES Prithee, let him.
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POLIXENES Prithee, let him.
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FLORIZEL 460 No, he must not.
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FLORIZEL No, he must not.
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SHEPHERD Let him, my son: he shall not need to grieve
At knowing of thy choice.
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SHEPHERD Let him, my son: he shall not need to grieve
At knowing of thy choice.
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FLORIZEL Come, come, he must not.
Mark our contract.
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FLORIZEL Come, come, he must not.
Mark our contract.
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POLIXENES 465 Mark your divorce, young sir,
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POLIXENES Mark your divorce, young sir,
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Discovering himself
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Discovering himself
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Whom son I dare not call; thou art too base
To be acknowledged: thou a sceptre’s heir,
That thus affect’st a sheep-hook! [To the Shepherd] Thou old traitor,
I am sorry that by hanging thee I can
470 But shorten thy life one week. [To PERDITA] And thou, fresh piece
Of excellent witchcraft, who of force must know
The royal fool thou copest with,—
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Whom son I dare not call; thou art too base
To be acknowledged: thou a sceptre’s heir,
That thus affect’st a sheep-hook! [To the Shepherd] Thou old traitor,
I am sorry that by hanging thee I can
But shorten thy life one week. [To PERDITA] And thou, fresh piece
Of excellent witchcraft, who of force must know
The royal fool thou copest with,—
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SHEPHERD O, my heart!
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SHEPHERD O, my heart!
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POLIXENES I’ll have thy beauty scratch’d with briers, and made
475 More homely than thy state. For thee, fond boy,
If I may ever know thou dost but sigh
That thou no more shalt see this knack, as never
I mean thou shalt, we’ll bar thee from succession;
Not hold thee of our blood, no, not our kin,
480 Far than Deucalion off: mark thou my words:
Follow us to the court. Thou churl, for this time,
Though full of our displeasure, yet we free thee
From the dead blow of it. And you, enchantment.—
Worthy enough a herdsman: yea, him too,
485 That makes himself, but for our honour therein,
Unworthy thee,—if ever henceforth thou
These rural latches to his entrance open,
Or hoop his body more with thy embraces,
I will devise a death as cruel for thee
490 As thou art tender to’t.
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POLIXENES I’ll have thy beauty scratch’d with briers, and made
More homely than thy state. For thee, fond boy,
If I may ever know thou dost but sigh
That thou no more shalt see this knack, as never
I mean thou shalt, we’ll bar thee from succession;
Not hold thee of our blood, no, not our kin,
Far than Deucalion off: mark thou my words:
Follow us to the court. Thou churl, for this time,
Though full of our displeasure, yet we free thee
From the dead blow of it. And you, enchantment.—
Worthy enough a herdsman: yea, him too,
That makes himself, but for our honour therein,
Unworthy thee,—if ever henceforth thou
These rural latches to his entrance open,
Or hoop his body more with thy embraces,
I will devise a death as cruel for thee
As thou art tender to’t.
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PERDITA Even here undone!
I was not much afeard; for once or twice
I was about to speak and tell him plainly,
The selfsame sun that shines upon his court
495 Hides not his visage from our cottage but
Looks on alike. Will’t please you, sir, be gone?
I told you what would come of this: beseech you,
Of your own state take care: this dream of mine,—
Being now awake, I’ll queen it no inch farther,
500 But milk my ewes and weep.
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PERDITA Even here undone!
I was not much afeard; for once or twice
I was about to speak and tell him plainly,
The selfsame sun that shines upon his court
Hides not his visage from our cottage but
Looks on alike. Will’t please you, sir, be gone?
I told you what would come of this: beseech you,
Of your own state take care: this dream of mine,—
Being now awake, I’ll queen it no inch farther,
But milk my ewes and weep.
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CAMILLO Why, how now, father!
Speak ere thou diest.
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CAMILLO Why, how now, father!
Speak ere thou diest.
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SHEPHERD I cannot speak, nor think
Nor dare to know that which I know. O sir!
505 You have undone a man of fourscore three,
That thought to fill his grave in quiet, yea,
To die upon the bed my father died,
To lie close by his honest bones: but now
Some hangman must put on my shroud and lay me
510 Where no priest shovels in dust. O cursed wretch,
That knew’st this was the prince,
and wouldst adventure
To mingle faith with him! Undone! undone!
If I might die within this hour, I have lived
515 To die when I desire.
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SHEPHERD I cannot speak, nor think
Nor dare to know that which I know. O sir!
You have undone a man of fourscore three,
That thought to fill his grave in quiet, yea,
To die upon the bed my father died,
To lie close by his honest bones: but now
Some hangman must put on my shroud and lay me
Where no priest shovels in dust. O cursed wretch,
That knew’st this was the prince,
and wouldst adventure
To mingle faith with him! Undone! undone!
If I might die within this hour, I have lived
To die when I desire.
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FLORIZEL Why look you so upon me?
I am but sorry, not afeard; delay’d,
But nothing alter’d: what I was, I am;
More straining on for plucking back, not following
520 My leash unwillingly.
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FLORIZEL Why look you so upon me?
I am but sorry, not afeard; delay’d,
But nothing alter’d: what I was, I am;
More straining on for plucking back, not following
My leash unwillingly.
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CAMILLO Gracious my lord,
You know your father’s temper: at this time
He will allow no speech, which I do guess
You do not purpose to him; and as hardly
525 Will he endure your sight as yet, I fear:
Then, till the fury of his highness settle,
Come not before him.
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CAMILLO Gracious my lord,
You know your father’s temper: at this time
He will allow no speech, which I do guess
You do not purpose to him; and as hardly
Will he endure your sight as yet, I fear:
Then, till the fury of his highness settle,
Come not before him.
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FLORIZEL I not purpose it.
I think, Camillo?
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FLORIZEL I not purpose it.
I think, Camillo?
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CAMILLO 530 Even he, my lord.
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CAMILLO Even he, my lord.
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PERDITA How often have I told you ’twould be thus!
How often said, my dignity would last
But till ’twere known!
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PERDITA How often have I told you ’twould be thus!
How often said, my dignity would last
But till ’twere known!
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FLORIZEL It cannot fail but by
535 The violation of my faith; and then
Let nature crush the sides o’ the earth together
And mar the seeds within! Lift up thy looks:
From my succession wipe me, father; I
Am heir to my affection.
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FLORIZEL It cannot fail but by
The violation of my faith; and then
Let nature crush the sides o’ the earth together
And mar the seeds within! Lift up thy looks:
From my succession wipe me, father; I
Am heir to my affection.
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CAMILLO 540 Be advised.
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CAMILLO Be advised.
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FLORIZEL I am, and by my fancy: if my reason
Will thereto be obedient, I have reason;
If not, my senses, better pleased with madness,
Do bid it welcome.
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FLORIZEL I am, and by my fancy: if my reason
Will thereto be obedient, I have reason;
If not, my senses, better pleased with madness,
Do bid it welcome.
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CAMILLO 545 This is desperate, sir.
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CAMILLO This is desperate, sir.
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FLORIZEL So call it: but it does fulfil my vow;
I needs must think it honesty. Camillo,
Not for Bohemia, nor the pomp that may
Be thereat glean’d, for all the sun sees or
550 The close earth wombs or the profound sea hides
In unknown fathoms, will I break my oath
To this my fair beloved: therefore, I pray you,
As you have ever been my father’s honour’d friend,
When he shall miss me,—as, in faith, I mean not
555 To see him any more,—cast your good counsels
Upon his passion; let myself and fortune
Tug for the time to come. This you may know
And so deliver, I am put to sea
With her whom here I cannot hold on shore;
560 And most opportune to our need I have
A vessel rides fast by, but not prepared
For this design. What course I mean to hold
Shall nothing benefit your knowledge, nor
Concern me the reporting.
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FLORIZEL So call it: but it does fulfil my vow;
I needs must think it honesty. Camillo,
Not for Bohemia, nor the pomp that may
Be thereat glean’d, for all the sun sees or
The close earth wombs or the profound sea hides
In unknown fathoms, will I break my oath
To this my fair beloved: therefore, I pray you,
As you have ever been my father’s honour’d friend,
When he shall miss me,—as, in faith, I mean not
To see him any more,—cast your good counsels
Upon his passion; let myself and fortune
Tug for the time to come. This you may know
And so deliver, I am put to sea
With her whom here I cannot hold on shore;
And most opportune to our need I have
A vessel rides fast by, but not prepared
For this design. What course I mean to hold
Shall nothing benefit your knowledge, nor
Concern me the reporting.
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CAMILLO 565 O my lord!
I would your spirit were easier for advice,
Or stronger for your need.
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CAMILLO O my lord!
I would your spirit were easier for advice,
Or stronger for your need.
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FLORIZEL Hark, Perdita.
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FLORIZEL Hark, Perdita.
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Drawing her aside
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Drawing her aside
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I’ll hear you by and by.
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I’ll hear you by and by.
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CAMILLO 570 He’s irremoveable,
Resolved for flight. Now were I happy, if
His going I could frame to serve my turn,
Save him from danger, do him love and honour,
Purchase the sight again of dear Sicilia
575 And that unhappy king, my master, whom
I so much thirst to see.
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CAMILLO He’s irremoveable,
Resolved for flight. Now were I happy, if
His going I could frame to serve my turn,
Save him from danger, do him love and honour,
Purchase the sight again of dear Sicilia
And that unhappy king, my master, whom
I so much thirst to see.
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FLORIZEL Now, good Camillo;
I am so fraught with curious business that
I leave out ceremony.
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FLORIZEL Now, good Camillo;
I am so fraught with curious business that
I leave out ceremony.
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CAMILLO 580 Sir, I think
You have heard of my poor services, i’ the love
That I have borne your father?
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CAMILLO Sir, I think
You have heard of my poor services, i’ the love
That I have borne your father?
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FLORIZEL Very nobly
Have you deserved: it is my father’s music
585 To speak your deeds, not little of his care
To have them recompensed as thought on.
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FLORIZEL Very nobly
Have you deserved: it is my father’s music
To speak your deeds, not little of his care
To have them recompensed as thought on.
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CAMILLO Well, my lord,
If you may please to think I love the king
And through him what is nearest to him, which is
590 Your gracious self, embrace but my direction:
If your more ponderous and settled project
May suffer alteration, on mine honour,
I’ll point you where you shall have such receiving
As shall become your highness; where you may
595 Enjoy your mistress, from the whom, I see,
There’s no disjunction to be made, but by—
As heavens forefend!—your ruin; marry her,
And, with my best endeavours in your absence,
Your discontenting father strive to qualify
600 And bring him up to liking.
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CAMILLO Well, my lord,
If you may please to think I love the king
And through him what is nearest to him, which is
Your gracious self, embrace but my direction:
If your more ponderous and settled project
May suffer alteration, on mine honour,
I’ll point you where you shall have such receiving
As shall become your highness; where you may
Enjoy your mistress, from the whom, I see,
There’s no disjunction to be made, but by—
As heavens forefend!—your ruin; marry her,
And, with my best endeavours in your absence,
Your discontenting father strive to qualify
And bring him up to liking.
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FLORIZEL How, Camillo,
May this, almost a miracle, be done?
That I may call thee something more than man
And after that trust to thee.
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FLORIZEL How, Camillo,
May this, almost a miracle, be done?
That I may call thee something more than man
And after that trust to thee.
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CAMILLO 605 Have you thought on
A place whereto you’ll go?
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CAMILLO Have you thought on
A place whereto you’ll go?
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FLORIZEL Not any yet:
But as the unthought-on accident is guilty
To what we wildly do, so we profess
610 Ourselves to be the slaves of chance and flies
Of every wind that blows.
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FLORIZEL Not any yet:
But as the unthought-on accident is guilty
To what we wildly do, so we profess
Ourselves to be the slaves of chance and flies
Of every wind that blows.
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CAMILLO Then list to me:
This follows, if you will not change your purpose
But undergo this flight, make for Sicilia,
615 And there present yourself and your fair princess,
For so I see she must be, ‘fore Leontes:
She shall be habited as it becomes
The partner of your bed. Methinks I see
Leontes opening his free arms and weeping
620 His welcomes forth; asks thee the son forgiveness,
As ‘twere i’ the father’s person; kisses the hands
Of your fresh princess; o’er and o’er divides him
‘Twixt his unkindness and his kindness; the one
He chides to hell and bids the other grow
625 Faster than thought or time.
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CAMILLO Then list to me:
This follows, if you will not change your purpose
But undergo this flight, make for Sicilia,
And there present yourself and your fair princess,
For so I see she must be, ‘fore Leontes:
She shall be habited as it becomes
The partner of your bed. Methinks I see
Leontes opening his free arms and weeping
His welcomes forth; asks thee the son forgiveness,
As ‘twere i’ the father’s person; kisses the hands
Of your fresh princess; o’er and o’er divides him
‘Twixt his unkindness and his kindness; the one
He chides to hell and bids the other grow
Faster than thought or time.
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FLORIZEL Worthy Camillo,
What colour for my visitation shall I
Hold up before him?
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FLORIZEL Worthy Camillo,
What colour for my visitation shall I
Hold up before him?
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CAMILLO Sent by the king your father
630 To greet him and to give him comforts. Sir,
The manner of your bearing towards him, with
What you as from your father shall deliver,
Things known betwixt us three, I’ll write you down:
The which shall point you forth at every sitting
635 What you must say; that he shall not perceive
But that you have your father’s bosom there
And speak his very heart.
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CAMILLO Sent by the king your father
To greet him and to give him comforts. Sir,
The manner of your bearing towards him, with
What you as from your father shall deliver,
Things known betwixt us three, I’ll write you down:
The which shall point you forth at every sitting
What you must say; that he shall not perceive
But that you have your father’s bosom there
And speak his very heart.
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FLORIZEL I am bound to you:
There is some sap in this.
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FLORIZEL I am bound to you:
There is some sap in this.
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CAMILLO 640 A cause more promising
Than a wild dedication of yourselves
To unpath’d waters, undream’d shores, most certain
To miseries enough; no hope to help you,
But as you shake off one to take another;
645 Nothing so certain as your anchors, who
Do their best office, if they can but stay you
Where you’ll be loath to be: besides you know
Prosperity’s the very bond of love,
Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together
650 Affliction alters.
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CAMILLO A cause more promising
Than a wild dedication of yourselves
To unpath’d waters, undream’d shores, most certain
To miseries enough; no hope to help you,
But as you shake off one to take another;
Nothing so certain as your anchors, who
Do their best office, if they can but stay you
Where you’ll be loath to be: besides you know
Prosperity’s the very bond of love,
Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together
Affliction alters.
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PERDITA One of these is true:
I think affliction may subdue the cheek,
But not take in the mind.
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PERDITA One of these is true:
I think affliction may subdue the cheek,
But not take in the mind.
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CAMILLO Yea, say you so?
655 There shall not at your father’s house these
seven years
Be born another such.
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CAMILLO Yea, say you so?
There shall not at your father’s house these
seven years
Be born another such.
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FLORIZEL My good Camillo,
She is as forward of her breeding as
660 She is i’ the rear our birth.
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FLORIZEL My good Camillo,
She is as forward of her breeding as
She is i’ the rear our birth.
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CAMILLO I cannot say ’tis pity
She lacks instructions, for she seems a mistress
To most that teach.
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CAMILLO I cannot say ’tis pity
She lacks instructions, for she seems a mistress
To most that teach.
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PERDITA Your pardon, sir; for this
665 I’ll blush you thanks.
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PERDITA Your pardon, sir; for this
I’ll blush you thanks.
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FLORIZEL My prettiest Perdita!
But O, the thorns we stand upon! Camillo,
Preserver of my father, now of me,
The medicine of our house, how shall we do?
670 We are not furnish’d like Bohemia’s son,
Nor shall appear in Sicilia.
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FLORIZEL My prettiest Perdita!
But O, the thorns we stand upon! Camillo,
Preserver of my father, now of me,
The medicine of our house, how shall we do?
We are not furnish’d like Bohemia’s son,
Nor shall appear in Sicilia.
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CAMILLO My lord,
Fear none of this: I think you know my fortunes
Do all lie there: it shall be so my care
675 To have you royally appointed as if
The scene you play were mine. For instance, sir,
That you may know you shall not want, one word.
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CAMILLO My lord,
Fear none of this: I think you know my fortunes
Do all lie there: it shall be so my care
To have you royally appointed as if
The scene you play were mine. For instance, sir,
That you may know you shall not want, one word.
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They talk aside
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They talk aside
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Re-enter AUTOLYCUS
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Re-enter AUTOLYCUS
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AUTOLYCUS Ha, ha! what a fool Honesty is! and Trust, his
sworn brother, a very simple gentleman! I have sold
680 all my trumpery; not a counterfeit stone, not a
ribbon, glass, pomander, brooch, table-book, ballad,
knife, tape, glove, shoe-tie, bracelet, horn-ring,
to keep my pack from fasting: they throng who
should buy first, as if my trinkets had been
685 hallowed and brought a benediction to the buyer:
by which means I saw whose purse was best in
picture; and what I saw, to my good use I
remembered. My clown, who wants but something to
be a reasonable man, grew so in love with the
690 wenches’ song, that he would not stir his pettitoes
till he had both tune and words; which so drew the
rest of the herd to me that all their other senses
stuck in ears: you might have pinched a placket, it
was senseless; ’twas nothing to geld a codpiece of a
695 purse; I could have filed keys off that hung in
chains: no hearing, no feeling, but my sir’s song,
and admiring the nothing of it. So that in this
time of lethargy I picked and cut most of their
festival purses; and had not the old man come in
700 with a whoo-bub against his daughter and the king’s
son and scared my choughs from the chaff, I had not
left a purse alive in the whole army.
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AUTOLYCUS Ha, ha! what a fool Honesty is! and Trust, his
sworn brother, a very simple gentleman! I have sold
all my trumpery; not a counterfeit stone, not a
ribbon, glass, pomander, brooch, table-book, ballad,
knife, tape, glove, shoe-tie, bracelet, horn-ring,
to keep my pack from fasting: they throng who
should buy first, as if my trinkets had been
hallowed and brought a benediction to the buyer:
by which means I saw whose purse was best in
picture; and what I saw, to my good use I
remembered. My clown, who wants but something to
be a reasonable man, grew so in love with the
wenches’ song, that he would not stir his pettitoes
till he had both tune and words; which so drew the
rest of the herd to me that all their other senses
stuck in ears: you might have pinched a placket, it
was senseless; ’twas nothing to geld a codpiece of a
purse; I could have filed keys off that hung in
chains: no hearing, no feeling, but my sir’s song,
and admiring the nothing of it. So that in this
time of lethargy I picked and cut most of their
festival purses; and had not the old man come in
with a whoo-bub against his daughter and the king’s
son and scared my choughs from the chaff, I had not
left a purse alive in the whole army.
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CAMILLO , FLORIZEL , and PERDITA come forward
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CAMILLO , FLORIZEL , and PERDITA come forward
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CAMILLO Nay, but my letters, by this means being there
So soon as you arrive, shall clear that doubt.
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CAMILLO Nay, but my letters, by this means being there
So soon as you arrive, shall clear that doubt.
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FLORIZEL 705 And those that you’ll procure from King Leontes—
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FLORIZEL And those that you’ll procure from King Leontes—
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CAMILLO Shall satisfy your father.
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CAMILLO Shall satisfy your father.
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PERDITA Happy be you!
All that you speak shows fair.
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PERDITA Happy be you!
All that you speak shows fair.
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CAMILLO Who have we here?
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CAMILLO Who have we here?
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Seeing AUTOLYCUS
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Seeing AUTOLYCUS
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710 We’ll make an instrument of this, omit
Nothing may give us aid.
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We’ll make an instrument of this, omit
Nothing may give us aid.
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AUTOLYCUS If they have overheard me now, why, hanging.
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AUTOLYCUS If they have overheard me now, why, hanging.
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CAMILLO How now, good fellow! why shakest thou so? Fear
not, man; here’s no harm intended to thee.
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CAMILLO How now, good fellow! why shakest thou so? Fear
not, man; here’s no harm intended to thee.
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AUTOLYCUS 715 I am a poor fellow, sir.
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AUTOLYCUS I am a poor fellow, sir.
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CAMILLO Why, be so still; here’s nobody will steal that from
thee: yet for the outside of thy poverty we must
make an exchange; therefore discase thee instantly,
—thou must think there’s a necessity in’t,—and
720 change garments with this gentleman: though the
pennyworth on his side be the worst, yet hold thee,
there’s some boot.
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CAMILLO Why, be so still; here’s nobody will steal that from
thee: yet for the outside of thy poverty we must
make an exchange; therefore discase thee instantly,
—thou must think there’s a necessity in’t,—and
change garments with this gentleman: though the
pennyworth on his side be the worst, yet hold thee,
there’s some boot.
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AUTOLYCUS I am a poor fellow, sir.
[Aside]
725 I know ye well enough.
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AUTOLYCUS I am a poor fellow, sir.
[Aside]
I know ye well enough.
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CAMILLO Nay, prithee, dispatch: the gentleman is half
flayed already.
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CAMILLO Nay, prithee, dispatch: the gentleman is half
flayed already.
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AUTOLYCUS Are you in earnest, sir?
[Aside]
730 I smell the trick on’t.
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AUTOLYCUS Are you in earnest, sir?
[Aside]
I smell the trick on’t.
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FLORIZEL Dispatch, I prithee.
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FLORIZEL Dispatch, I prithee.
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AUTOLYCUS Indeed, I have had earnest: but I cannot with
conscience take it.
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AUTOLYCUS Indeed, I have had earnest: but I cannot with
conscience take it.
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CAMILLO Unbuckle, unbuckle.
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CAMILLO Unbuckle, unbuckle.
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FLORIZEL and AUTOLYCUS exchange garments
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FLORIZEL and AUTOLYCUS exchange garments
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735 Fortunate mistress,—let my prophecy
Come home to ye!—you must retire yourself
Into some covert: take your sweetheart’s hat
And pluck it o’er your brows, muffle your face,
Dismantle you, and, as you can, disliken
740 The truth of your own seeming; that you may—
For I do fear eyes over—to shipboard
Get undescried.
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Fortunate mistress,—let my prophecy
Come home to ye!—you must retire yourself
Into some covert: take your sweetheart’s hat
And pluck it o’er your brows, muffle your face,
Dismantle you, and, as you can, disliken
The truth of your own seeming; that you may—
For I do fear eyes over—to shipboard
Get undescried.
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PERDITA I see the play so lies
That I must bear a part.
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PERDITA I see the play so lies
That I must bear a part.
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CAMILLO 745 No remedy.
Have you done there?
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CAMILLO No remedy.
Have you done there?
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FLORIZEL Should I now meet my father,
He would not call me son.
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FLORIZEL Should I now meet my father,
He would not call me son.
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CAMILLO Nay, you shall have no hat.
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CAMILLO Nay, you shall have no hat.
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Giving it to PERDITA
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Giving it to PERDITA
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750 Come, lady, come. Farewell, my friend.
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Come, lady, come. Farewell, my friend.
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AUTOLYCUS Adieu, sir.
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AUTOLYCUS Adieu, sir.
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FLORIZEL O Perdita, what have we twain forgot!
Pray you, a word.
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FLORIZEL O Perdita, what have we twain forgot!
Pray you, a word.
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CAMILLO [Aside] What I do next, shall be to tell the king
755 Of this escape and whither they are bound;
Wherein my hope is I shall so prevail
To force him after: in whose company
I shall review Sicilia, for whose sight
I have a woman’s longing.
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CAMILLO [Aside] What I do next, shall be to tell the king
Of this escape and whither they are bound;
Wherein my hope is I shall so prevail
To force him after: in whose company
I shall review Sicilia, for whose sight
I have a woman’s longing.
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FLORIZEL 760 Fortune speed us!
Thus we set on, Camillo, to the sea-side.
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FLORIZEL Fortune speed us!
Thus we set on, Camillo, to the sea-side.
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CAMILLO The swifter speed the better.
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CAMILLO The swifter speed the better.
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Exeunt FLORIZEL , PERDITA , and CAMILLO
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Exeunt FLORIZEL , PERDITA , and CAMILLO
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AUTOLYCUS I understand the business, I hear it: to have an
open ear, a quick eye, and a nimble hand, is
765 necessary for a cut-purse; a good nose is requisite
also, to smell out work for the other senses. I see
this is the time that the unjust man doth thrive.
What an exchange had this been without boot! What
a boot is here with this exchange! Sure the gods do
770 this year connive at us, and we may do any thing
extempore. The prince himself is about a piece of
iniquity, stealing away from his father with his
clog at his heels: if I thought it were a piece of
honesty to acquaint the king withal, I would not
775 do’t: I hold it the more knavery to conceal it;
and therein am I constant to my profession.
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AUTOLYCUS I understand the business, I hear it: to have an
open ear, a quick eye, and a nimble hand, is
necessary for a cut-purse; a good nose is requisite
also, to smell out work for the other senses. I see
this is the time that the unjust man doth thrive.
What an exchange had this been without boot! What
a boot is here with this exchange! Sure the gods do
this year connive at us, and we may do any thing
extempore. The prince himself is about a piece of
iniquity, stealing away from his father with his
clog at his heels: if I thought it were a piece of
honesty to acquaint the king withal, I would not
do’t: I hold it the more knavery to conceal it;
and therein am I constant to my profession.
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Re-enter Clown and Shepherd
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Re-enter Clown and Shepherd
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Aside, aside; here is more matter for a hot brain:
every lane’s end, every shop, church, session,
hanging, yields a careful man work.
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Aside, aside; here is more matter for a hot brain:
every lane’s end, every shop, church, session,
hanging, yields a careful man work.
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CLOWN 780 See, see; what a man you are now!
There is no other way but to tell the king
she’s a changeling and none of your flesh and blood.
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CLOWN See, see; what a man you are now!
There is no other way but to tell the king
she’s a changeling and none of your flesh and blood.
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SHEPHERD Nay, but hear me.
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SHEPHERD Nay, but hear me.
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CLOWN Nay, but hear me.
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CLOWN Nay, but hear me.
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SHEPHERD 785 Go to, then.
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SHEPHERD Go to, then.
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CLOWN She being none of your flesh and blood, your flesh
and blood has not offended the king; and so your
flesh and blood is not to be punished by him. Show
those things you found about her, those secret
790 things, all but what she has with her: this being
done, let the law go whistle: I warrant you.
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CLOWN She being none of your flesh and blood, your flesh
and blood has not offended the king; and so your
flesh and blood is not to be punished by him. Show
those things you found about her, those secret
things, all but what she has with her: this being
done, let the law go whistle: I warrant you.
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SHEPHERD I will tell the king all, every word, yea, and his
son’s pranks too; who, I may say, is no honest man,
neither to his father nor to me, to go about to make
795 me the king’s brother-in-law.
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SHEPHERD I will tell the king all, every word, yea, and his
son’s pranks too; who, I may say, is no honest man,
neither to his father nor to me, to go about to make
me the king’s brother-in-law.
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CLOWN Indeed, brother-in-law was the farthest off you
could have been to him and then your blood had been
the dearer by I know how much an ounce.
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CLOWN Indeed, brother-in-law was the farthest off you
could have been to him and then your blood had been
the dearer by I know how much an ounce.
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AUTOLYCUS [Aside] Very wisely, puppies!
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AUTOLYCUS [Aside] Very wisely, puppies!
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SHEPHERD 800 Well, let us to the king: there is that in this
fardel will make him scratch his beard.
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SHEPHERD Well, let us to the king: there is that in this
fardel will make him scratch his beard.
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AUTOLYCUS [Aside] I know not what impediment this complaint
may be to the flight of my master.
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AUTOLYCUS [Aside] I know not what impediment this complaint
may be to the flight of my master.
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CLOWN Pray heartily he be at palace.
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CLOWN Pray heartily he be at palace.
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AUTOLYCUS 805 [Aside] Though I am not naturally honest, I am so
sometimes by chance: let me pocket up my pedlar’s excrement.
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AUTOLYCUS [Aside] Though I am not naturally honest, I am so
sometimes by chance: let me pocket up my pedlar’s excrement.
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Takes off his false beard
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Takes off his false beard
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How now, rustics! whither are you bound?
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How now, rustics! whither are you bound?
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SHEPHERD To the palace, an it like your worship.
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SHEPHERD To the palace, an it like your worship.
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AUTOLYCUS Your affairs there, what, with whom, the condition
810 of that fardel, the place of your dwelling, your
names, your ages, of what having, breeding, and any
thing that is fitting to be known, discover.
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AUTOLYCUS Your affairs there, what, with whom, the condition
of that fardel, the place of your dwelling, your
names, your ages, of what having, breeding, and any
thing that is fitting to be known, discover.
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CLOWN We are but plain fellows, sir.
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CLOWN We are but plain fellows, sir.
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AUTOLYCUS A lie; you are rough and hairy. Let me have no
815 lying: it becomes none but tradesmen, and they
often give us soldiers the lie: but we pay them for
it with stamped coin, not stabbing steel; therefore
they do not give us the lie.
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AUTOLYCUS A lie; you are rough and hairy. Let me have no
lying: it becomes none but tradesmen, and they
often give us soldiers the lie: but we pay them for
it with stamped coin, not stabbing steel; therefore
they do not give us the lie.
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CLOWN Your worship had like to have given us one, if you
820 had not taken yourself with the manner.
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CLOWN Your worship had like to have given us one, if you
had not taken yourself with the manner.
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SHEPHERD Are you a courtier, an’t like you, sir?
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SHEPHERD Are you a courtier, an’t like you, sir?
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AUTOLYCUS Whether it like me or no, I am a courtier. Seest
thou not the air of the court in these enfoldings?
hath not my gait in it the measure of the court?
825 receives not thy nose court-odor from me? reflect I
not on thy baseness court-contempt? Thinkest thou,
for that I insinuate, or toaze from thee thy
business, I am therefore no courtier? I am courtier
cap-a-pe; and one that will either push on or pluck
830 back thy business there: whereupon I command thee to
open thy affair.
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AUTOLYCUS Whether it like me or no, I am a courtier. Seest
thou not the air of the court in these enfoldings?
hath not my gait in it the measure of the court?
receives not thy nose court-odor from me? reflect I
not on thy baseness court-contempt? Thinkest thou,
for that I insinuate, or toaze from thee thy
business, I am therefore no courtier? I am courtier
cap-a-pe; and one that will either push on or pluck
back thy business there: whereupon I command thee to
open thy affair.
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SHEPHERD My business, sir, is to the king.
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SHEPHERD My business, sir, is to the king.
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AUTOLYCUS What advocate hast thou to him?
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AUTOLYCUS What advocate hast thou to him?
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SHEPHERD I know not, an’t like you.
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SHEPHERD I know not, an’t like you.
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CLOWN 835 Advocate’s the court-word for a pheasant: say you
have none.
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CLOWN Advocate’s the court-word for a pheasant: say you
have none.
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SHEPHERD None, sir; I have no pheasant, cock nor hen.
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SHEPHERD None, sir; I have no pheasant, cock nor hen.
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AUTOLYCUS How blessed are we that are not simple men!
Yet nature might have made me as these are,
840 Therefore I will not disdain.
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AUTOLYCUS How blessed are we that are not simple men!
Yet nature might have made me as these are,
Therefore I will not disdain.
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CLOWN This cannot be but a great courtier.
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CLOWN This cannot be but a great courtier.
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SHEPHERD His garments are rich, but he wears
them not handsomely.
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SHEPHERD His garments are rich, but he wears
them not handsomely.
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CLOWN He seems to be the more noble in being fantastical:
845 a great man, I’ll warrant; I know by the picking
on’s teeth.
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CLOWN He seems to be the more noble in being fantastical:
a great man, I’ll warrant; I know by the picking
on’s teeth.
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AUTOLYCUS The fardel there? what’s i’ the fardel?
Wherefore that box?
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AUTOLYCUS The fardel there? what’s i’ the fardel?
Wherefore that box?
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SHEPHERD Sir, there lies such secrets in this fardel and box,
850 which none must know but the king; and which he
shall know within this hour, if I may come to the
speech of him.
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SHEPHERD Sir, there lies such secrets in this fardel and box,
which none must know but the king; and which he
shall know within this hour, if I may come to the
speech of him.
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AUTOLYCUS Age, thou hast lost thy labour.
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AUTOLYCUS Age, thou hast lost thy labour.
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SHEPHERD Why, sir?
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SHEPHERD Why, sir?
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AUTOLYCUS 855 The king is not at the palace; he is gone aboard a
new ship to purge melancholy and air himself: for,
if thou beest capable of things serious, thou must
know the king is full of grief.
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AUTOLYCUS The king is not at the palace; he is gone aboard a
new ship to purge melancholy and air himself: for,
if thou beest capable of things serious, thou must
know the king is full of grief.
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SHEPHERD So ’tis said, sir; about his son, that should have
860 married a shepherd’s daughter.
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SHEPHERD So ’tis said, sir; about his son, that should have
married a shepherd’s daughter.
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AUTOLYCUS If that shepherd be not in hand-fast, let him fly:
the curses he shall have, the tortures he shall
feel, will break the back of man, the heart of monster.
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AUTOLYCUS If that shepherd be not in hand-fast, let him fly:
the curses he shall have, the tortures he shall
feel, will break the back of man, the heart of monster.
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CLOWN Think you so, sir?
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CLOWN Think you so, sir?
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AUTOLYCUS 865 Not he alone shall suffer what wit can make heavy
and vengeance bitter; but those that are germane to
him, though removed fifty times, shall all come
under the hangman: which though it be great pity,
yet it is necessary. An old sheep-whistling rogue a
870 ram-tender, to offer to have his daughter come into
grace! Some say he shall be stoned; but that death
is too soft for him, say I draw our throne into a
sheep-cote! all deaths are too few, the sharpest too easy.
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AUTOLYCUS Not he alone shall suffer what wit can make heavy
and vengeance bitter; but those that are germane to
him, though removed fifty times, shall all come
under the hangman: which though it be great pity,
yet it is necessary. An old sheep-whistling rogue a
ram-tender, to offer to have his daughter come into
grace! Some say he shall be stoned; but that death
is too soft for him, say I draw our throne into a
sheep-cote! all deaths are too few, the sharpest too easy.
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CLOWN Has the old man e’er a son, sir, do you hear, an’t
875 like you, sir?
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CLOWN Has the old man e’er a son, sir, do you hear, an’t
like you, sir?
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AUTOLYCUS He has a son, who shall be flayed alive; then
’nointed over with honey, set on the head of a
wasp’s nest; then stand till he be three quarters
and a dram dead; then recovered again with
880 aqua-vitae or some other hot infusion; then, raw as
he is, and in the hottest day prognostication
proclaims, shall he be set against a brick-wall, the
sun looking with a southward eye upon him, where he
is to behold him with flies blown to death. But what
885 talk we of these traitorly rascals, whose miseries
are to be smiled at, their offences being so
capital? Tell me, for you seem to be honest plain
men, what you have to the king: being something
gently considered, I’ll bring you where he is
890 aboard, tender your persons to his presence,
whisper him in your behalfs; and if it be in man
besides the king to effect your suits, here is man
shall do it.
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AUTOLYCUS He has a son, who shall be flayed alive; then
’nointed over with honey, set on the head of a
wasp’s nest; then stand till he be three quarters
and a dram dead; then recovered again with
aqua-vitae or some other hot infusion; then, raw as
he is, and in the hottest day prognostication
proclaims, shall he be set against a brick-wall, the
sun looking with a southward eye upon him, where he
is to behold him with flies blown to death. But what
talk we of these traitorly rascals, whose miseries
are to be smiled at, their offences being so
capital? Tell me, for you seem to be honest plain
men, what you have to the king: being something
gently considered, I’ll bring you where he is
aboard, tender your persons to his presence,
whisper him in your behalfs; and if it be in man
besides the king to effect your suits, here is man
shall do it.
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CLOWN He seems to be of great authority: close with him,
895 give him gold; and though authority be a stubborn
bear, yet he is oft led by the nose with gold: show
the inside of your purse to the outside of his hand,
and no more ado. Remember ‘stoned,’ and ‘flayed alive.’
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CLOWN He seems to be of great authority: close with him,
give him gold; and though authority be a stubborn
bear, yet he is oft led by the nose with gold: show
the inside of your purse to the outside of his hand,
and no more ado. Remember ‘stoned,’ and ‘flayed alive.’
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SHEPHERD An’t please you, sir, to undertake the business for
900 us, here is that gold I have: I’ll make it as much
more and leave this young man in pawn till I bring it you.
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SHEPHERD An’t please you, sir, to undertake the business for
us, here is that gold I have: I’ll make it as much
more and leave this young man in pawn till I bring it you.
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AUTOLYCUS After I have done what I promised?
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AUTOLYCUS After I have done what I promised?
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SHEPHERD Ay, sir.
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SHEPHERD Ay, sir.
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AUTOLYCUS Well, give me the moiety. Are you a party in this business?
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AUTOLYCUS Well, give me the moiety. Are you a party in this business?
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CLOWN 905 In some sort, sir: but though my case be a pitiful
one, I hope I shall not be flayed out of it.
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CLOWN In some sort, sir: but though my case be a pitiful
one, I hope I shall not be flayed out of it.
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AUTOLYCUS O, that’s the case of the shepherd’s son: hang him,
he’ll be made an example.
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AUTOLYCUS O, that’s the case of the shepherd’s son: hang him,
he’ll be made an example.
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CLOWN Comfort, good comfort! We must to the king and show
910 our strange sights: he must know ’tis none of your
daughter nor my sister; we are gone else. 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.
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CLOWN 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. 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.
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AUTOLYCUS 915 I will trust you. Walk before toward the sea-side;
go on the right hand: I will but look upon the
hedge and follow you.
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AUTOLYCUS I will trust you. Walk before toward the sea-side;
go on the right hand: I will but look upon the
hedge and follow you.
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CLOWN We are blest in this man, as I may say, even blest.
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CLOWN We are blest in this man, as I may say, even blest.
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SHEPHERD Let’s before as he bids us: he was provided to do us good.
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SHEPHERD Let’s before as he bids us: he was provided to do us good.
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Exeunt SHEPHERD and CLOWN
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Exeunt SHEPHERD and CLOWN
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AUTOLYCUS 920 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
925 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
930 what shame else belongs to’t. To him will I present
them: there may be matter in it.
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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.
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Exit
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Exit
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