{"product_id":"the-winters-tale-isbn-9780451527141","title":"The Winter's Tale","description":"\u003cb\u003eThe Signet Classics edition of the Shakespeare play that straddles the line between tragedy and comedy.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen jealous King Leontes falsely accuses his wife of infidelity, he sets off a chain of events that will explore remorse, love, joy, compassion, and forgiveness.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis title in the Signet Classics Shakespeare series includes:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e• An overview of William Shakespeare’s life, world, and theater\u003cbr\u003e• A special introduction to the play by the editor, Frank Kermode\u003cbr\u003e• A note on the sources from which Shakespeare derived \u003ci\u003eThe Winter’s Tale\u003c\/i\u003e—a generous selection from Robert Greene’s Pandosto\u003cbr\u003e• Dramatic criticism from Simon Forman, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, and others\u003cbr\u003e• A stage and screen history of notable actors, directors, and productions of \u003ci\u003eThe Winter’s Tale\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e• Text, notes, and commentaries printed in the clearest, most readable format\u003cbr\u003e• Recommended readingsThe Winter?s Tale - William Shakespeare - Edited by Frank Kermode       Simon Forman: ?The Winter?s Tale? at the Globe, 1611, the 15 of May\u003cbr\u003eSamuel Taylor Coleridge; [Comments on ?The Winter?s Tale?]\u003cbr\u003eE. M. W. Tillyard: \u003ci\u003eFrom\u003c\/i\u003e Shakespeare?s Last Plays\u003cbr\u003eG. Wilson Knight: \u003ci\u003eFrom\u003c\/i\u003e The Crown of Life\u003cbr\u003eWolfgang Clemen: \u003ci\u003eFrom\u003c\/i\u003e The Development of Shakespeare?s Imagery\u003cp\u003e NEWLY ADDED ESSAYS: \u003cbr\u003eCarol Thomas Neely: ?The Winter?s Tale?: Women and Issue\u003cbr\u003eSylvan Barnet: ?The Winter?s Tale? on the Stage\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cb\u003eWilliam Shakespeare\u003c\/b\u003e (1564–1616) was a poet, playwright, and actor who is widely regarded as one of the most influential writers in the history of the English language. Often referred to as the Bard of Avon, Shakespeare's vast body of work includes comedic, tragic, and historical plays; poems; and 154 sonnets. His dramatic works have been translated into every major language and are performed more often than those of any other playwright.\u003ci\u003eChapter One\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAct 1 Scene 1 running scene 1\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEnter Camillo and Archidamus\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eARCHIDAMUS If you shall chance, Camillo, to visit Bohemia,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eon the like occasion whereon my services are now on foot, you shall see, as I have said, great difference betwixt our Bohemia and your Sicilia.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCAMILLO I think this coming summer the King of Sicilia means to pay Bohemia the visitation which he justly owes him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eARCHIDAMUS Wherein our entertainment shall shame us, we will be justified in our loves, for indeed-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCAMILLO Beseech you-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eARCHIDAMUS Verily, I speak it in the freedom of my knowledge: we cannot with such magnificence - in so rare - I know not what to say. We will give you sleepy drinks, that your senses, unintelligent of our insufficience, may, though they cannot praise us, as little accuse us.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCAMILLO You pay a great deal too dear for what's given freely.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eARCHIDAMUS Believe me, I speak as my understanding instructs me and as mine honesty puts it to utterance.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCAMILLO Sicilia cannot show himself over-kind to Bohemia. They were trained together in their childhoods and there rooted betwixt them then such an affection which cannot choose but branch now. Since their more mature dignities\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eand royal necessities made separation of their society,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003etheir encounters, though not personal, have been royally attorneyed with interchange of gifts, letters, loving embassies, that they have seemed to be together, though absent, shook hands, as over a vast, and embraced, as it were, from the\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eends of opposed winds. The heavens continue their loves.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eARCHIDAMUS I think there is not in the world either malice or matter to alter it. You have an unspeakable comfort of your young prince Mamillius: it is a gentleman of the greatest promise that ever came into my note.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCAMILLO I very well agree with you in the hopes of him: it is a gallant child; one that indeed physics the subject, makes old hearts fresh. They that went on crutches ere he was born desire yet their life to see him a man.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eARCHIDAMUS Would they else be content to die?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCAMILLO Yes; if there were no other excuse why they should desire to live.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eARCHIDAMUS If the king had no son, they would desire to live on crutches till he had one. Exeunt\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAct 1 Scene 2 running scene 1 continues\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEnter Leontes, Hermione, Mamillius, Polixenes, Camillo [and\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAttendants]\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePOLIXENES Nine changes of the wat'ry star hath been\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe shepherd's note since we have left our throne\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWithout a burden. Time as long again\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWould be filled up, my brother, with our thanks.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd yet we should, for perpetuity,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGo hence in debt: and therefore, like a cipher,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYet standing in rich place, I multiply\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith one 'We thank you' many thousands moe\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat go before it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLEONTES Stay your thanks a while,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd pay them when you part.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePOLIXENES Sir, that's tomorrow.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI am questioned by my fears of what may chance\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOr breed upon our absence, that may blow\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNo sneaping winds at home, to make us say\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e'This is put forth too truly'. Besides, I have stayed\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo tire your royalty.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLEONTES We are tougher, brother,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThan you can put us to't.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePOLIXENES No longer stay.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLEONTES One sev'nnight longer.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePOLIXENES Very sooth, tomorrow.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLEONTES We'll part the time between's then, and in that\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI'll no gainsaying.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePOLIXENES Press me not, beseech you, so.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere is no tongue that moves, none, none i'th'world\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSo soon as yours could win me. So it should now,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWere there necessity in your request, although\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e'Twere needful I denied it. My affairs\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDo even drag me homeward, which to hinder\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWere in your love a whip to me, my stay\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo you a charge and trouble. To save both,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFarewell, our brother.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLEONTES Tongue-tied, our queen? Speak you.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHERMIONE I had thought, sir, to have held my peace until\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYou had drawn oaths from him not to stay. You, sir,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCharge him too coldly. Tell him you are sure\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAll in Bohemia's well: this satisfaction\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe bygone day proclaimed. Say this to him,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe's beat from his best ward.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLEONTES Well said, Hermione.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHERMIONE To tell, he longs to see his son, were strong.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut let him say so then, and let him go.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut let him swear so, and he shall not stay,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWe'll thwack him hence with distaffs.-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYet of your royal presence I'll adventure To Polixenes\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe borrow of a week. When at Bohemia\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYou take my lord, I'll give him my commission\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo let him there a month behind the gest\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePrefixed for's parting.- Yet, good deed, Leontes,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI love thee not a jar o'th'clock behind\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhat lady she her lord.- You'll stay?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePOLIXENES No, madam.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHERMIONE Nay, but you will?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePOLIXENES I may not, verily.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHERMIONE Verily?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYou put me off with limber vows. But I,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThough you would seek t'unsphere the stars with oaths,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShould yet say 'Sir, no going.' Verily,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYou shall not go; a lady's 'Verily' is\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs potent as a lord's. Will you go yet?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eForce me to keep you as a prisoner,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNot like a guest: so you shall pay your fees\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen you depart, and save your thanks. How say you?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy prisoner? Or my guest? By your dread 'Verily',\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOne of them you shall be.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePOLIXENES Your guest, then, madam.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo be your prisoner should import offending,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhich is for me less easy to commit\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThan you to punish.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHERMIONE Not your jailer, then,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut your kind hostess. Come, I'll question you\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOf my lord's tricks and yours when you were boys.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYou were pretty lordings then?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePOLIXENES We were, fair queen,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTwo lads that thought there was no more behind\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut such a day tomorrow as today,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd to be boy eternal.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHERMIONE Was not my lord\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe verier wag o'th'two?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePOLIXENES We were as twinned lambs that did frisk i'th'sun,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd bleat the one at th'other. What we changed\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWas innocence for innocence. We knew not\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe doctrine of ill-doing, nor dreamed\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat any did. Had we pursued that life,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd our weak spirits ne'er been higher reared\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith stronger blood, we should have answered heaven\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBoldly 'Not guilty', the imposition cleared\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHereditary ours.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHERMIONE By this we gather\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYou have tripped since.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePOLIXENES O, my most sacred lady,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTemptations have since then been born to's. For\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn those unfledged days was my wife a girl;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYour precious self had then not crossed the eyes\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOf my young play-fellow.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHERMIONE Grace to boot!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOf this make no conclusion, lest you say\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYour queen and I are devils. Yet go on.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTh'offences we have made you do we'll answer,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIf you first sinned with us, and that with us\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYou did continue fault, and that you slipped not\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith any but with us.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLEONTES Is he won yet?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHERMIONE He'll stay, my lord.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLEONTES At my request he would not.- Aside?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHermione, my dearest, thou never spok'st\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo better purpose.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHERMIONE Never?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLEONTES Never, but once.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHERMIONE What? Have I twice said well? When was't before?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI prithee tell me. Cram's with praise, and make's\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs fat as tame things. One good deed dying tongueless\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSlaughters a thousand waiting upon that.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOur praises are our wages. You may ride's\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith one soft kiss a thousand furlongs ere\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith spur we heat an acre. But to th'goal:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy last good deed was to entreat his stay:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhat was my first? It has an elder sister,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOr I mistake you - O, would her name were Grace! -\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut once before I spoke to th'purpose: when?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNay, let me have't: I long.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLEONTES Why, that was when\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThree crabbèd months had soured themselves to death,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEre I could make thee open thy white hand\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e'I am yours for ever.'\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHERMIONE 'Tis grace indeed.-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhy, lo you now, I have spoke to th'purpose twice: To Polixenes?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe one forever earned a royal husband;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTh'other for some while a friend. Takes Polixenes' hand\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLEONTES Too hot, too hot! Aside\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo mingle friendship far is mingling bloods.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI have tremor cordis on me: my heart dances,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut not for joy, not joy. This entertainment\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMay a free face put on, derive a liberty\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFrom heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd well become the agent. 'T may, I grant.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut to be paddling palms and pinching fingers,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs now they are, and making practised smiles,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs in a looking-glass, and then to sigh, as 'twere\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe mort o'th'deer - O, that is entertainment\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy bosom likes not, nor my brows.- Mamillius,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eArt thou my boy?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMAMILLIUS Ay, my good lord.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLEONTES I' fecks!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhy, that's my bawcock. What? Hast smutched thy nose?-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThey say it is a copy out of mine.- Come, captain, Aside?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWe must be neat; not neat, but cleanly, captain.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd yet the steer, the heifer and the calf\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAre all called neat.- Still virginalling Aside\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eUpon his palm?- How now, you wanton calf!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eArt thou my calf?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMAMILLIUS Yes, if you will, my lord.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLEONTES Thou want'st a rough pash and the shoots that I have\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo be full like me.- Yet they say we are Aside?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAlmost as like as eggs; women say so,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat will say anything. But were they false\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs o'er-dyed blacks, as wind, as waters, false\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs dice are to be wished by one that fixes\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNo bourn 'twixt his and mine, yet were it true\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo say this boy were like me.- Come, sir page, To Mamillius\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLook on me with your welkin eye. Sweet villain!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMost dear'st, my collop! Can thy dam, may't be\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAffection?- Thy intention stabs the centre. Aside?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThou dost make possible things not so held,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCommunicat'st with dreams - how can this be? -\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith what's unreal thou coactive art,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd fellow'st nothing. Then 'tis very credent\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThou mayst co-join with something, and thou dost,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd that beyond commission, and I find it,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd that to the infection of my brains\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd hard'ning of my brows.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePOLIXENES What means Sicilia?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHERMIONE He something seems unsettled.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePOLIXENES How, my lord?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLEONTES What cheer? How is't with you, best brother?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHERMIONE You look as if you held a brow of much distraction.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAre you moved, my lord?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLEONTES No, in good earnest.-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHow sometimes nature will betray its folly, Aside?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIts tenderness, and make itself a pastime\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo harder bosoms!- Looking on the lines\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOf my boy's face, methoughts I did recoil\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTwenty-three years, and saw myself unbreeched,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn my green velvet coat; my dagger muzzled,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLest it should bite its master, and so prove,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs ornaments oft do, too dangerous.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHow like, methought, I then was to this kernel,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis squash, this gentleman.- Mine honest friend, To Mamillius\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWill you take eggs for money?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMAMILLIUS No, my lord, I'll fight.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLEONTES You will? Why, happy man be's dole! My brother,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAre you so fond of your young prince as we\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDo seem to be of ours?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePOLIXENES If at home, sir,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNow my sworn friend and then mine enemy;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy parasite, my soldier, statesman, all.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe makes a July's day short as December,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd with his varying childness cures in me\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThoughts that would thick my blood.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLEONTES So stands this squire\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOfficed with me. We two will walk, my lord,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd leave you to your graver steps.- Hermione,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHow thou lovest us, show in our brother's welcome.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLet what is dear in Sicily be cheap.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNext to thyself and my young rover, he's\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eApparent to my heart.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHERMIONE If you would seek us,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWe are yours i'th'garden: shall's attend you there?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLEONTES To your own bents dispose you: you'll be found,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBe you beneath the sky.- I am angling now, Aside\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThough you perceive me not how I give line.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGo to, go to!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHow she holds up the neb, the bill to him!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd arms her with the boldness of a wife\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo her allowing husband!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e[Exeunt Polixenes, Hermione and Attendants]\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGone already?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eInch-thick, knee-deep, o'er head and ears a forked one!-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGo, play, boy, play. Thy mother plays, and I\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePlay too, but so disgraced a part, whose issue\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWill hiss me to my grave. Contempt and clamour\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWill be my knell. Go play, boy, play.- There have been,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOr I am much deceived, cuckolds ere now.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd many a man there is, even at this present,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNow while I speak this, holds his wife by th'arm,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat little thinks she has been sluiced in's absence\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd his pond fished by his next neighbour, by\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSir Smile, his neighbour. Nay, there's comfort in't\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhiles other men have gates and those gates opened,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs mine, against their will. Should all despair\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWould hang themselves. Physic for't there's none:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt is a bawdy planet, that will strike\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhere 'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful, think it,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFrom east, west, north and south. Be it concluded,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNo barricado for a belly. Know't,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt will let in and out the enemy\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith bag and baggage. Many thousand on's\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHave the disease, and feel't not.- How now, boy?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMAMILLIUS I am like you, they say.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLEONTES Why that's some comfort. What, Camillo there?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCAMILLO Ay, my good lord. Comes forward\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLEONTES Go play, Mamillius, thou'rt an honest man.-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e[Exit Mamillius]\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCamillo, this great sir will yet stay longer.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCAMILLO You had much ado to make his anchor hold:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen you cast out, it still came home.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLEONTES Didst note it?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCAMILLO He would not stay at your petitions, made\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHis business more material.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLEONTES Didst perceive it?-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThey're here with me already, whisp'ring, rounding Aside\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e'Sicilia is a so-forth.' 'Tis far gone\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen I shall gust it last.- How came't, Camillo, To Camillo\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat he did stay?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCAMILLO At the good queen's entreaty.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLEONTES At the queen's be't. 'Good' should be pertinent,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut so it is, it is not. Was this taken\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBy any understanding pate but thine?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFor thy conceit is soaking, will draw in\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMore than the common blocks. Not noted, is't,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut of the finer natures? By some severals\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOf head-piece extraordinary? Lower messes\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePerchance are to this business purblind? Say.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCAMILLO Business, my lord? I think most understand\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBohemia stays here longer.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLEONTES Ha?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCAMILLO Stays here longer.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLEONTES Ay, but why?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCAMILLO To satisfy your highness and the entreaties\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOf our most gracious mistress.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLEONTES Satisfy?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTh'entreaties of your mistress? Satisfy?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLet that suffice. I have trusted thee, Camillo,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith all the nearest things to my heart, as well\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy chamber-councils, wherein, priest-like, thou\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHast cleansed my bosom, I from thee departed\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThy penitent reformed. But we have been\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDeceived in thy integrity, deceived\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn that which seems so.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCAMILLO Be it forbid, my lord!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLEONTES To bide upon't, thou art not honest: or,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIf thou inclin'st that way, thou art a coward,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhich hoxes honesty behind, restraining\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFrom course required: or else thou must be counted\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA servant grafted in my serious trust\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd therein negligent: or else a fool\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat see'st a game played home, the rich stake drawn,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd tak'st it all for jest.","brand":"Signet","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46305349402853,"sku":"NP9780451527141","price":6.95,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780451527141.jpg?v=1767742239","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/the-winters-tale-isbn-9780451527141","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}