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The Winters Tale.
She shall be habited, as it becomes
The partner of your Bed. Me thinkes I see
Leontes opening his free Armes, and weeping
His Welcomes forth: asks thee there Sonne forgiuenesse,
As 'twere i'th' Fathers person: kisses the hands
Of your fresh Princesse; ore and ore diuides him,
'Twixt his vnkindnesse, and his Kindnesse: th' one
He chides to Hell, and bids the other grow
Faster then Thought, or Time.
The partner of your Bed. Me thinkes I see
Leontes opening his free Armes, and weeping
His Welcomes forth: asks thee there Sonne forgiuenesse,
As 'twere i'th' Fathers person: kisses the hands
Of your fresh Princesse; ore and ore diuides him,
'Twixt his vnkindnesse, and his Kindnesse: th' one
He chides to Hell, and bids the other grow
Faster then Thought, or Time.
Flo.
Worthy Camillo,
What colour for my Visitation, shall I
Hold vp before him?
Worthy Camillo,
What colour for my Visitation, shall I
Hold vp before him?
Cam.
Sent by the King your Father
To greet him, and to giue him comforts. Sir,
The manner of your bearing towards him, with
What you (as from your Father) shall deliuer,
Things knowne betwixt vs three, Ile write you downe,
The which shall point you forth at euery sitting
What you must say: that he shall not perceiue,
But that you haue your Fathers Bosome there,
And speake his very Heart.
Sent by the King your Father
To greet him, and to giue him comforts. Sir,
The manner of your bearing towards him, with
What you (as from your Father) shall deliuer,
Things knowne betwixt vs three, Ile write you downe,
The which shall point you forth at euery sitting
What you must say: that he shall not perceiue,
But that you haue your Fathers Bosome there,
And speake his very Heart.
Flo.
I am bound to you:
There is some sappe in this.
I am bound to you:
There is some sappe in this.
Cam.
A Course more promising,
Then a wild dedication of your selues
To vnpath'd Waters, vndream'd Shores; most certaine,
To Miseries enough: no hope to helpe you,
But as you shake off one, to take another:
Nothing so certaine, as your Anchors, who
Doe their best office, if they can but stay you,
Where you'le be loth to be: besides you know,
Prosperitie's the very bond of Loue,
Whose fresh complexion, and whose heart together,
Affliction alters.
A Course more promising,
Then a wild dedication of your selues
To vnpath'd Waters, vndream'd Shores; most certaine,
To Miseries enough: no hope to helpe you,
But as you shake off one, to take another:
Nothing so certaine, as your Anchors, who
Doe their best office, if they can but stay you,
Where you'le be loth to be: besides you know,
Prosperitie's the very bond of Loue,
Whose fresh complexion, and whose heart together,
Affliction alters.
Perd.
One of these is true:
I thinke Affliction may subdue the Cheeke,
But not take-in the Mind.
One of these is true:
I thinke Affliction may subdue the Cheeke,
But not take-in the Mind.
Cam.
Yea? say you so?
There shall not, at your Fathers House, these seuen yeeres
Be borne another such.
Yea? say you so?
There shall not, at your Fathers House, these seuen yeeres
Be borne another such.
Flo.
My good Camillo,
She's as forward, of her Breeding, as
She is i'th' reare' our Birth.
My good Camillo,
She's as forward, of her Breeding, as
She is i'th' reare' our Birth.
Cam.
I cannot say, 'tis pitty
She lacks Instructions, for she seemes a Mistresse
To most that teach.
I cannot say, 'tis pitty
She lacks Instructions, for she seemes a Mistresse
To most that teach.
Perd.
Your pardon Sir, for this,
Ile blush you Thanks.
Your pardon Sir, for this,
Ile blush you Thanks.
Flo.
My prettiest Perdita.
But O, the Thornes we stand vpon: (Camillo)
Preseruer of my Father, now of me,
The Medicine of our House: how shall we doe?
We are not furnish'd like Bohemia's Sonne,
Nor shall appeare in Sicilia.
My prettiest Perdita.
But O, the Thornes we stand vpon: (Camillo)
Preseruer of my Father, now of me,
The Medicine of our House: how shall we doe?
We are not furnish'd like Bohemia's Sonne,
Nor shall appeare in Sicilia.
Cam.
My Lord,
Feare none of this: I thinke you know my fortunes
Doe all lye there: it shall be so my care,
To haue you royally appointed, as if
The Scene you play, were mine. For instance Sir,
That you may know you shall not want: one word.
My Lord,
Feare none of this: I thinke you know my fortunes
Doe all lye there: it shall be so my care,
To haue you royally appointed, as if
The Scene you play, were mine. For instance Sir,
That you may know you shall not want: one word.
Enter Autolicus.
Aut.
Ha, ha, what a Foole Honestie is? and Trust (his
sworne brother) a very simple Gentleman. I haue sold
all my Tromperie: not a counterfeit Stone, not a Ribbon,
Glasse, Pomander, Browch, Table-booke, Ballad, Knife,
Tape, Gloue, Shooe-tye, Bracelet, Horne-Ring, to keepe
my Pack from fasting: they throng who should buy first,
as if my Trinkets had beene hallowed, and brought a
benediction to the buyer: by which meanes, I saw whose
Purse was best in Picture; and what I saw, to my good
vse, I remembred. My Clowne (who wants but something
to be a reasonable man) grew so in loue with the
Wenches Song, that hee would not stirre his Petty-toes,
till he had both Tune and Words, which so drew the rest
of the Heard to me, that all their other Sences stucke in
Eares: you might haue pinch'd a Placket, it was sencelesse;
'twas nothing to gueld a Cod-peece of a Purse: I
would haue fill'd Keyes of that hung in Chaynes: no
hearing, no feeling, but my Sirs Song, and admiring the
Nothing of it. So that in this time of Lethargie, I pickd
and cut most of their Festiuall Purses: And had not the
old-man come in with a Whoo-bub against his Daughter,
and the Kings Sonne, and scar'd my Chowghes from
the Chaffe, I had not left a Purse aliue in the whole
Army.
Ha, ha, what a Foole Honestie is? and Trust (his
sworne brother) a very simple Gentleman. I haue sold
all my Tromperie: not a counterfeit Stone, not a Ribbon,
Glasse, Pomander, Browch, Table-booke, Ballad, Knife,
Tape, Gloue, Shooe-tye, Bracelet, Horne-Ring, to keepe
my Pack from fasting: they throng who should buy first,
as if my Trinkets had beene hallowed, and brought a
benediction to the buyer: by which meanes, I saw whose
Purse was best in Picture; and what I saw, to my good
vse, I remembred. My Clowne (who wants but something
to be a reasonable man) grew so in loue with the
Wenches Song, that hee would not stirre his Petty-toes,
till he had both Tune and Words, which so drew the rest
of the Heard to me, that all their other Sences stucke in
Eares: you might haue pinch'd a Placket, it was sencelesse;
'twas nothing to gueld a Cod-peece of a Purse: I
would haue fill'd Keyes of that hung in Chaynes: no
hearing, no feeling, but my Sirs Song, and admiring the
Nothing of it. So that in this time of Lethargie, I pickd
and cut most of their Festiuall Purses: And had not the
old-man come in with a Whoo-bub against his Daughter,
and the Kings Sonne, and scar'd my Chowghes from
the Chaffe, I had not left a Purse aliue in the whole
Army.
Cam.
Nay, but my Letters by this meanes being there
So soone as you arriue, shall cleare that doubt.
Nay, but my Letters by this meanes being there
So soone as you arriue, shall cleare that doubt.
Flo.
And those that you'le procure from King Leontes?
And those that you'le procure from King Leontes?
Cam.
Shall satisfie your Father.
Shall satisfie your Father.
Perd.
Happy be you:
All that you speake, shewes faire.
Happy be you:
All that you speake, shewes faire.
Cam.
Who haue we here?
Wee'le make an Instrument of this: omit
Nothing may giue vs aide.
Who haue we here?
Wee'le make an Instrument of this: omit
Nothing may giue vs aide.
Aut.
If they haue ouer-heard me now: why hanging.
If they haue ouer-heard me now: why hanging.
Cam.
How now (good Fellow)
Why shak'st thou so? Feare not (man)
Here's no harme intended to thee.
How now (good Fellow)
Why shak'st thou so? Feare not (man)
Here's no harme intended to thee.
Aut.
I am a poore Fellow, Sir.
I am a poore Fellow, Sir.
Cam.
Why, be so still: here's no body will steale that
from thee: yet for the out-side of thy pouertie, we must
make an exchange; therefore dis-case thee instantly (thou
must thinke there's a necessitie in't) and change Garments
with this Gentleman: Though the penny-worth (on his
side) be the worst, yet hold thee, there's some boot.
Why, be so still: here's no body will steale that
from thee: yet for the out-side of thy pouertie, we must
make an exchange; therefore dis-case thee instantly (thou
must thinke there's a necessitie in't) and change Garments
with this Gentleman: Though the penny-worth (on his
side) be the worst, yet hold thee, there's some boot.
Aut.
I am a poore Fellow, Sir: (I know ye well enough.)
I am a poore Fellow, Sir: (I know ye well enough.)
Cam.
Nay prethee dispatch: the Gentleman is halfe
fled already.
Nay prethee dispatch: the Gentleman is halfe
fled already.
Aut.
Are you in earnest, Sir? (I smell the trick on't.)
Are you in earnest, Sir? (I smell the trick on't.)
Flo.
Dispatch, I prethee.
Dispatch, I prethee.
Aut.
Indeed I haue had Earnest, but I cannot with
conscience take it.
Indeed I haue had Earnest, but I cannot with
conscience take it.
Cam.
Vnbuckle, vnbuckle.
Fortunate Mistresse (let my prophecie
Come home to ye:) you must retire your selfe
Into some Couert; take your sweet-hearts Hat
And pluck it ore your Browes, muffle your face,
Dis-mantle you, and (as you can) disliken
The truth of your owne seeming, that you may
(For I doe feare eyes ouer) to Ship-boord
Get vndescry'd.
Vnbuckle, vnbuckle.
Fortunate Mistresse (let my prophecie
Come home to ye:) you must retire your selfe
Into some Couert; take your sweet-hearts Hat
And pluck it ore your Browes, muffle your face,
Dis-mantle you, and (as you can) disliken
The truth of your owne seeming, that you may
(For I doe feare eyes ouer) to Ship-boord
Get vndescry'd.
Perd.
I see the Play so lyes,
That I must beare a part.
I see the Play so lyes,
That I must beare a part.
Cam.
No remedie:
Haue you done there?
No remedie:
Haue you done there?
Flo.
Should I now meet my Father,
He would not call me Sonne.
Should I now meet my Father,
He would not call me Sonne.
Cam.
Nay, you shall haue no Hat:
Come Lady, come: Farewell (my friend.)
Nay, you shall haue no Hat:
Come Lady, come: Farewell (my friend.)
Aut.
Adieu, Sir.
Adieu, Sir.
Flo.
O Perdita: what haue we twaine forgot?
O Perdita: what haue we twaine forgot?
'Pray
