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OLD SHEPHERD Are you a courtier, an’t like you, sir?
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-odour from me? Reflect I not on thy baseness court-contempt? Thinkest thou, for that I insinuate to toze from thee thy business, I am therefore no courtier? I am courtier cap-à-pie, and one that will either push on or pluck back thy business there. Whereupon I command thee to open thy affair.
OLD SHEPHERD My business, sir, is to the King.
AUTOLYCUS What advocate hast thou to him?
OLD SHEPHERD I know not, an’t like you.
CLOWN (
aside to the Old Shepherd
) ’Advocate’ ’s the court word for a pheasant. Say you have none.
OLD SHEPHERD
None, sir. I have no pheasant, cock nor hen.
AUTOLYCUS (
aside
)
How blessed are we that are not simple men!
Yet nature might have made me as these are,
Therefore I will not disdain.
CLOWN This cannot be but a great courtier.
OLD SHEPHERD His garments are rich, but he wears them not handsomely.
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.
AUTOLYCUS The fardel there, what’s i’th’ fardel? Wherefore that box?
OLD 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 th’ speech of him.
AUTOLYCUS Age, thou hast lost thy labour. OLD SHEPHERD Why, sir?
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.
OLD SHEPHERD So ’tis said, sir; about his son, that should have married a shepherd’s daughter.
AUTOLYCUS If that shepherd be not in handfast, let him fly. The curses he shall have, the tortures he shall feel, will break the back of man, the heart of monster.
CLOWN Think you so, sir?
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 sheepcote? All deaths are too few, the sharpest too easy.
CLOWN Has the old man e’er a son, sir, do you hear, an’t like you, sir?
AUTOLYCUS He has a son, who shall be flayed alive, then ’nointed over with honey, set on the head of a wasps’ 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.
CLOWN (
to the Old Shepherd
) 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’.
OLD 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.
AUTOLYCUS After I have done what I promised?
OLD SHEPHERD Ay, sir.
AUTOLYCUS Well, give me the moiety. (
To the Clown
) Are you a party in this business?
CLOWN In some sort, sir. But though my case be a pitiful one, I hope I shall not be flayed out of it.
AUTOLYCUS O, that’s the case of the shepherd’s son. Hang him, he’ll be made an example.
CLOWN (
to the Old Shepherd
) Comfort, good comfort. We must to the King, and show our strange sights. He must know ’tis none of your daughter, nor my sister. We are gone else. (
To Autolycus)
Sir, I will give you as much as this old man does when the business is performed, and remain, as he says, your pawn till it be brought you.
AUTOLYCUS I will trust you. Walk before toward the seaside. Go on the right hand. I will but look upon the hedge, and follow you.
CLOWN (
to the Old Shepherd
) We are blessed in this man, as I may say, even blessed.
OLD SHEPHERD Let’s before, as he bids us. He was provided to do us good.
Exit with the Clown
AUTOLYCUS If I had a mind to be honest, I see fortune would not suffer me. She drops booties in my mouth. I am courted now with a double occasion: gold, and a means to do the Prince my master good, which who knows how that may turn back to my advancement? I will bring these two moles, these blind ones, aboard him. If he think it fit to shore them again, and that the complaint they have to the King concerns him nothing, let him call me rogue for being so far officious, for I am proof against that title, and what shame else belongs to’t. To him will I present them. There may be matter in it.
Exit
 
5.1
Enter Leontes, Cleomenes, Dion, and Paulina
 
CLEOMENES (
to Leontes)
Sir, you have done enough, and have performed
A saint-like sorrow. No fault could you make
Which you have not redeemed, indeed, paid down
More penitence than done trespass. At the last
Do as the heavens have done, forget your evil.
With them, forgive yourself.
LEONTES
Whilst I remember
Her and her virtues I cannot forget
My blemishes in them, and so still think of
The wrong I did myself, which was so much
That heirless it hath made my kingdom, and
Destroyed the sweet‘st companion that e’er man
Bred his hopes out of. True?
PAULINA
Too true, my lord.
If one by one you wedded all the world,
Or from the all that are took something good
To make a perfect woman, she you killed
Would be unparalleled.
LEONTES
I think so. Killed?
She I killed? I did so. But thou strik’st me
Sorely to say I did; it is as bitter
Upon thy tongue as in my thought. Now, good now,
Say so but seldom.
CLEOMENES
Not at all, good lady.
You might have spoke a thousand things that would
Have done the time more benefit, and graced
Your kindness better.
PAULINA
You are one of those
Would have him wed again.
DION
If you would not so
You pity not the state, nor the remembrance
Of his most sovereign name, consider little
What dangers, by his highness’ fail of issue,
May drop upon his kingdom and devour
Incertain lookers-on. What were more holy
Than to rejoice the former queen is well?
What holier, than for royalty’s repair,
For present comfort and for future good,
To bless the bed of majesty again
With a sweet fellow to’t?
PAULINA
There is none worthy
Respecting her that’s gone. Besides, the gods
Will have fulfilled their secret purposes.
For has not the divine Apollo said?
Is’t not the tenor of his oracle
That King Leontes shall not have an heir
Till his lost child be found? Which that it shall
Is all as monstrous to our human reason
As my Antigonus to break his grave
And come again to me, who, on my life,
Did perish with the infant. ’Tis your counsel
My lord should to the heavens be contrary,
Oppose against their wills.
(
To Leontes
) Care not for issue.
The crown will find an heir. Great Alexander
Left his to th’ worthiest, so his successor
Was like to be the best.
LEONTES
Good Paulina,
Who hast the memory of Hermione,
I know, in honour—O, that ever I
Had squared me to thy counsel! Then even now
I might have looked upon my queen’s full eyes,
Have taken treasure from her lips.
PAULINA
And left them
More rich for what they yielded.
LEONTES
Thou speak’st truth.
No more such wives, therefore no wife. One worse,
And better used, would make her sainted spirit
Again possess her corpse, and on this stage,
Where we offenders mourn, appear soul-vexed,
And begin, ‘Why to me?’
PAULINA
Had she such power
She had just cause.
LEONTES
She had, and would incense me
To murder her I married.
PAULINA
I should SO.
Were I the ghost that walked I’d bid you mark
Her eye, and tell me for what dull part in’t
You chose her. Then I’d shriek that even your ears
Should rift to hear me, and the words that followed
Should be, ‘Remember mine’.
LEONTES
Stars, stars,
And all eyes else, dead coals! Fear thou no wife.
I’ll have no wife, Paulina.
PAULINA
Will you swear
Never to marry but by my free leave?
LEONTES
Never, Paulina, so be blest my spirit.
PAULINA
Then, good my lords, bear witness to his oath.
CLEOMENES
You tempt him over-much.
PAULINA
Unless another
As like Hermione as is her picture
Affront his eye—
CLEOMENES
Good madam, I have done.
PAULINA
Yet if my lord will marry—if you will, sir;
No remedy but you will—give me the office
To choose your queen. She shall not be so young
As was your former, but she shall be such
As, walked your first queen’s ghost, it should take joy
To see her in your arms.
LEONTES
My true Paulina,
We shall not marry till thou bidd’st us.
PAULINA
That
Shall be when your first queen’s again in breath.
Never till then.
Enter a Servant
 
SERVANT
One that gives out himself Prince Florizel,
Son of Polixenes, with his princess—she
The fairest I have yet beheld—desires access
To your high presence.
LEONTES
What with him? He comes not
Like to his father’s greatness. His approach,
So out of circumstance and sudden, tells us
’Tis not a visitation framed, but forced
By need and accident. What train?
SERVANT
But few,
And those but mean.
LEONTES
His princess, say you, with him?
SERVANT
Ay, the most peerless piece of earth, I think,
That e’er the sun shone bright on.
PAULINA
O, Hermione,
As every present time doth boast itself
Above a better, gone, so must thy grave
Give way to what’s seen now!
(
To the Servant
) Sir, you yourself
Have said and writ so; but your writing now
Is colder than that theme. She had not been
Nor was not to be equalled—thus your verse
Flowed with her beauty once. ’Tis shrewdly ebbed
To say you have seen a better.

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