Authors: William Shakespeare
HERMIONE
    'Tis grace indeed.â
      Why,
lo
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you now, I have spoke
to th'purpose
twice:
To Polixenes?
    The one forever earned a royal husband;
      Th'other for some while a
friend
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.
Takes Polixenes' hand
LEONTES
    Too hot, too hot!
Aside
   To mingle friendship far is
mingling bloods
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.
      I have
tremor cordis
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on me: my heart dances,
      But not for joy, not joy. This
entertainment
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      May a
free
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face put on, derive a liberty
      From
heartiness
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, from
bounty
,
fertile bosom
,
      And
well become the agent
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.
'T
may, I grant.
      But to be
paddling
palms and pinching fingers
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,
   As now they are, and making
practised
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smiles,
      As in a looking-glass, and then to sigh, as 'twere
      The
mort
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o'th'deer â O, that is entertainment
      My bosom likes not, nor my
brows
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.â Mamillius,
      Art thou my boy?
MAMILLIUS
    Ay, my good lord.
LEONTES
   Â
I' fecks!
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      Why, that's my
bawcock
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. What? Hast
smutched
thy nose?â
      They say it is a copy out of mine.â Come, captain,
Aside?
      We must be
neat
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; not neat, but cleanly, captain.
      And yet the
steer
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, the heifer and the calf
      Are all called neat.â Still
virginalling
Aside
     Â
Upon his palm
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?â How now, you
wanton
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calf!
      Art thou my calf?
MAMILLIUS
    Yes, if you will, my lord.
LEONTES
   Â
Thou want'st
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a
rough pash
and the
shoots
that I have
      To be
full
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like me.â Yet they say we are
Aside?
      Almost as like as eggs; women say so,
      That will say anything. But were they false
      As
o'er-dyed blacks
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, as
wind, as waters
, false
      As dice are to be wished by one that fixes
      No
bourn 'twixt his and mine
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, yet were it true
      To say this boy were like me.â Come, sir page,
To Mamillius
      Look on me with your
welkin
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eye. Sweet villain!
      Most dear'st, my
collop
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!
Can thy dam
, may't be
     Â
Affection
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?â Thy
intention
stabs the centre.
Aside?
      Thou dost make possible things
not so held
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,
      Communicat'st with dreams â how can this be? â
      With what's unreal
thou coactive art
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,
      And
fellow'st
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nothing. Then 'tis very
credent
      Thou mayst
co-join
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with something, and thou dost,
      And that beyond
commission
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, and I
find
it,
      And that to the infection of my brains
      And
hard'ning of my brows
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.
POLIXENES
    What means
Sicilia
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?
HERMIONE
    He
something seems
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unsettled.
POLIXENES
    How, my lord?
LEONTES
    What cheer? How is't with you, best brother?
HERMIONE
    You look as if you held a brow of much distraction.
      Are you
moved
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, my lord?
LEONTES
    No, in good earnest.â
      How sometimes nature will betray its folly,
Aside?
      Its tenderness, and
make itself a pastime
      To harder bosoms
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!â Looking on the lines
      Of my boy's face, methoughts I did recoil
      Twenty-three years, and saw myself
unbreeched
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,
      In my green velvet coat; my dagger
muzzled
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,
      Lest it should bite its master, and so prove,
      As ornaments oft do, too dangerous.
      How like, methought, I then was to this kernel,
      This
squash
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, this gentleman.â Mine honest friend,
To Mamillius
      Will you
take eggs for money
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?
MAMILLIUS
    No, my lord, I'll fight.
LEONTES
    You will? Why,
happy man be's dole
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! My brother,
      Are you so fond of your young prince as we
      Do seem to be of ours?
POLIXENES
    If at home, sir,
      He's all my
exercise
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, my mirth, my matter;
      Now my sworn friend and then mine enemy;
      My
parasite
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, my soldier, statesman, all.
      He makes a July's day short as December,
      And with his varying
childness
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cures in me
     Â
Thoughts that would thick my blood
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.
LEONTES
    So stands this squire
     Â
Officed
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with me. We two will walk, my lord,
      And leave you to your
graver
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steps.â Hermione,
      How thou lovest us, show in our brother's welcome.
      Let what is
dear
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in Sicily be
cheap
.
      Next to thyself and my young
rover
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, he's
     Â
Apparent
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to my heart.
HERMIONE
    If you would seek us,
      We are yours i'th'garden:
shall's attend
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you there?
LEONTES
    To your own
bents
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dispose you: you'll be
found
,
      Be you beneath the sky.â I am angling now,
Aside
      Though you perceive me not how I give line.
     Â
Go to
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, go to!
      How she holds up the
neb, the bill
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to him!
      And
arms her with the boldness of a wife
      To her allowing husband
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!
[
Exeunt Polixenes, Hermione and Attendants
]
                                                Gone already?
      Inch-thick, knee-deep, o'er head and ears a
forked
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one!â
      Go, play, boy, play. Thy mother
plays
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, and I
      Play too, but
so disgraced a part
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, whose
issue
      Will
hiss
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me to my grave. Contempt and clamour
      Will be my
knell
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. Go play, boy, play.â
There have
been,
      Or I am much deceived,
cuckolds
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ere now.
      And many a man there is, even at this present,
      Now while I speak this, holds his wife by th'arm,
      That little thinks she has been
sluiced
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in's absence
      And his
pond
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fished
by his next neighbour, by
      Sir Smile, his neighbour. Nay, there's comfort in't
      Whiles other men have
gates
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and those gates opened,
      As mine, against their will. Should all despair
      That have
revolted
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wives, the tenth of mankind
      Would hang themselves.
Physic
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for't there's none:
      It is a
bawdy
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planet, that will
strike
    Where 'tis
predominant
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; and 'tis powerful, think it,
      From east, west, north and south. Be it concluded,
      No
barricado for a belly
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. Know't,
      It will let in and out the enemy
      With
bag and baggage
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. Many thousand
on's
      Have the disease, and feel't not.â How now, boy?
MAMILLIUS
    I am like you, they say.
LEONTES
    Why that's some comfort. What, Camillo there?
CAMILLO
    Ay, my good lord.
Comes forward
LEONTES
    Go play, Mamillius, thou'rt an honest man.â
[
Exit Mamillius
]
      Camillo, this great sir will yet stay longer.
CAMILLO
    You had much
ado
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to make
his anchor hold
:
      When you cast out, it
still came home
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.
LEONTES
    Didst note it?
CAMILLO
    He would not stay at your
petitions
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, made
      His business more
material
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.
LEONTES
    Didst perceive it?â
     Â
They're here with me already
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, whisp'ring,
rounding
Aside
      âSicilia is a
so-forth
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.'
'Tis far gone
      When I shall
gust
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it last.â How came't, Camillo,
To Camillo
      That he did stay?
CAMILLO
    At the good queen's entreaty.
LEONTES
    At the queen's be't. âGood' should be
pertinent
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,
      But
so it is
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, it is not. Was this
taken
      By any understanding
pate
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but thine?
      For thy
conceit is soaking
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, will draw in
      More than the common
blocks
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. Not noted, is't,
     Â
But of
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the finer natures? By some
severals
    Of
head-piece
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extraordinary?
Lower messes
      Perchance are to this
business
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purblind
? Say.
CAMILLO
    Business, my lord? I think most understand
      Bohemia stays here longer.
LEONTES
    Ha?
CAMILLO
    Stays here longer.
LEONTES
    Ay, but why?
CAMILLO
    To satisfy your highness and the entreaties
      Of our most gracious mistress.
LEONTES
   Â
Satisfy
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?
      Th'entreaties of your mistress? Satisfy?
      Let that suffice. I have trusted thee, Camillo,
      With all the nearest things to my heart, as
well
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      My
chamber-councils
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, wherein, priest-like, thou
      Hast
cleansed my bosom
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, I from thee departed
      Thy penitent reformed. But
we
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have been
      Deceived in thy integrity, deceived
      In that which seems so.
CAMILLO
    Be it forbid, my lord!
LEONTES
    To
bide
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upon't, thou art not honest: or,
      If thou inclin'st that way, thou art a coward,
      Which
hoxes
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honesty behind, restraining
      From course required: or else thou must be
counted
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      A servant
grafted
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in my serious trust
      And therein negligent: or else a fool
      That see'st a
game
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played
home
, the rich
stake drawn
,
      And tak'st it all for jest.
CAMILLO
    My gracious lord,
      I may be negligent, foolish and fearful.
      In every one of these no man is free,
    But that his negligence, his folly, fear,
      Among the infinite doings of the world,
      Sometime puts forth. In your affairs, my lord,
      If ever I were
wilful-negligent
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,
      It was my folly: if industriously
      I played the fool, it was my negligence,
      Not
weighing
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well the end: if ever fearful
      To do a thing, where I the
issue
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doubted,
     Â
Whereof the execution did cry out
      Against the non-performance
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, 'twas a fear
      Which oft infects the wisest. These, my lord,
      Are such allowed infirmities that honesty
      Is never free of. But, beseech your grace,
      Be plainer with me. Let me know my
trespass
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      By its own
visage
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; if I then deny it,
      'Tis none of mine.