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William Shakespeare (1564–1616).  The Oxford Shakespeare.  1914.
 
The Winter’s Tale
 
Act II. Scene I.
 
Sicilia.  A Room in the Palace.
 
Enter HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS, and Ladies.
  Her.  Take the boy to you: he so troubles me,
’Tis past enduring.
  First Lady.        Come, my gracious lord,        5
Shall I be your playfellow?
  Mam.        No, I’ll none of you.
  First Lady.  Why, my sweet lord?
  Mam.  You’ll kiss me hard and speak to me as if
I were a baby still. I love you better.        10
  Sec. Lady.  And why so, my lord?
  Mam.        Not for because
Your brows are blacker; yet black brows, they say,
Become some women best, so that there be not
Too much hair there, but in a semicircle,        15
Or a half-moon made with a pen.
  Sec. Lady.        Who taught you this?
  Mam.  I learn’d it out of women’s faces. Pray now,
What colour are your eyebrows?
  First Lady.        Blue, my lord.        20
  Mam.  Nay, that’s a mock: I have seen a lady’s nose
That has been blue, but not her eyebrows.
  Sec. Lady.        Hark ye;
The queen your mother rounds apace: we shall
Present our services to a fine new prince        25
One of these days; and then you’d wanton with us,
If we would have you.
  First Lady.        She is spread of late
Into a goodly bulk: good time encounter her!
  Her.  What wisdom stirs amongst you? Come sir, now        30
I am for you again: pray you, sit by us,
And tell’s a tale.
  Mam.        Merry or sad shall ’t be?
  Her.  As merry as you will.
  Mam.        A sad tale’s best for winter.        35
I have one of sprites and goblins.
  Her.        Let’s have that, good sir.
Come on, sit down: come on, and do your best
To fright me with your sprites; you’re powerful at it.
  Mam.  There was a man,—        40
  Her.        Nay, come, sit down; then on.
  Mam.  Dwelt by a churchyard. I will tell it softly;
Yond crickets shall not hear it.
  Her.        Come on then,
And give ’t me in mine ear.        45
 
Enter LEONTES, ANTIGONUS, Lords, and Others.
  Leon.  Was he met there? his train? Camillo with him?
  First Lord.  Behind the tuft of pines I met them; never
Saw I men scour so on their way: I ey’d them
Even to their ships.        50
  Leon.        How blest am I
In my just censure, in my true opinion!
Alack, for lesser knowledge! How accurs’d
In being so blest! There may be in the cup
A spider steep’d, and one may drink, depart,        55
And yet partake no venom, for his knowledge
Is not infected; but if one present
The abhorr’d ingredient to his eye, make known
How he hath drunk, he cracks his gorge, his sides,
With violent hefts. I have drunk, and seen the spider.        60
Camillo was his help in this, his pandar:
There is a plot against my life, my crown;
All’s true that is mistrusted: that false villain
Whom I employ’d was pre-employ’d by him:
He has discover’d my design, and I        65
Remain a pinch’d thing; yea, a very trick
For them to play at will. How came the posterns
So easily open?
  First Lord.  By his great authority;
Which often hath no less prevail’d than so        70
On your command.
  Leon.        I know ’t too well.
[To HERMIONE.]  Give me the boy: I am glad you did not nurse him:
Though he does bear some signs of me, yet you
Have too much blood in him.        75
  Her.        What is this? sport?
  Leon.  Bear the boy hence; he shall not come about her;
Away with him!—[Exit MAMILLIUS, attended.]  and let her sport herself
With that she’s big with; for ’tis Polixenes
Has made thee swell thus.        80
  Her.        But I’d say he had not,
And I’ll be sworn you would believe my saying,
Howe’er you lean to the nayward.
  Leon.        You, my lords,
Look on her, mark her well; be but about        85
To say, ‘she is a goodly lady,’ and
The justice of your hearts will thereto add
‘’Tis pity she’s not honest, honourable:’
Praise her but for this her without-door form,—
Which, on my faith deserves high speech,—and straight        90
The shrug, the hum or ha, these petty brands
That calumny doth use,—O, I am out!—
That mercy does, for calumny will sear
Virtue itself: these shrugs, these hums and ha’s,
When you have said ‘she’s goodly,’ come between,        95
Ere you can say ‘she’s honest.’ But be ’t known,
From him that has most cause to grieve it should be,
She’s an adulteress.
  Her.        Should a villain say so,
The most replenish’d villain in the world,        100
He were as much more villain: you, my lord,
Do but mistake.
  Leon.        You have mistook, my lady,
Polixenes for Leontes. O thou thing!
Which I’ll not call a creature of thy place,        105
Lest barbarism, making me the precedent,
Should a like language use to all degrees,
And mannerly distinguishment leave out
Betwixt the prince and beggar: I have said
She’s an adulteress; I have said with whom:        110
More, she’s a traitor, and Camillo is
A federary with her, and one that knows
What she should shame to know herself
But with her most vile principal, that she’s
A bed-swerver, even as bad as those        115
That vulgars give bold’st titles; ay, and privy
To this their late escape.
  Her.        No, by my life,
Privy to none of this. How will this grieve you
When you shall come to clearer knowledge that        120
You thus have publish’d me! Gentle my lord,
You scarce can right me throughly then to say
You did mistake.
  Leon.        No; if I mistake
In those foundations which I build upon,        125
The centre is not big enough to bear
A schoolboy’s top. Away with her to prison!
He who shall speak for her is afar off guilty
But that he speaks.
  Her.        There’s some ill planet reigns:        130
I must be patient till the heavens look
With an aspect more favourable. Good my lords,
I am not prone to weeping, as our sex
Commonly are; the want of which vain dew
Perchance shall dry your pities; but I have        135
That honourable grief lodg’d here which burns
Worse than tears drown. Beseech you all, my lords,
With thoughts so qualified as your charities
Shall best instruct you, measure me; and so
The king’s will be perform’d!        140
  Leon.        [To the Guards.]  Shall I be heard?
  Her.  Who is ’t that goes with me? Beseech your highness,
My women may be with me; for you see
My plight requires it. Do not weep, good fools;
There is no cause: when you shall know your mistress        145
Has deserv’d prison, then abound in tears
As I come out: this action I now go on
Is for my better grace. Adieu, my lord:
I never wish’d to see you sorry; now
I trust I shall. My women, come; you have leave.        150
  Leon.  Go, do our bidding: hence!  [Exeunt Queen guarded, and Ladies.
  First Lord.  Beseech your highness call the queen again.
  Ant.  Be certain what you do, sir, lest your justice
Prove violence: in the which three great ones suffer,
Yourself, your queen, your son.        155
  First Lord.        For her, my lord,
I dare my life lay down, and will do ’t, sir,
Please you to accept it,—that the queen is spotless
I’ the eyes of heaven and to you: I mean,
In this which you accuse her.        160
  Ant.        If it prove
She’s otherwise, I’ll keep my stables where
I lodge my wife; I’ll go in couples with her;
Than when I feel and see her no further trust her;
For every inch of woman in the world,        165
Ay, every dram of woman’s flesh is false,
If she be.
  Leon.  Hold your peaces!
  First Lord.        Good my lord,—
  Ant.  It is for you we speak, not for ourselves.        170
You are abus’d, and by some putter-on
That will be damn’d for ’t; would I knew the villain,
I would land-damn him. Be she honour-flaw’d,—
I have three daughters; the eldest is eleven,
The second and the third, nine and some five;        175
If this prove true, they’ll pay for ’t: by mine honour,
I’ll geld them all; fourteen they shall not see,
To bring false generations: they are co-heirs;
And I had rather glib myself than they
Should not produce fair issue.        180
  Leon.        Cease! no more.
You smell this business with a sense as cold
As is a dead man’s nose; but I do see ’t and feel ’t,
As you feel doing thus, and see withal
The instruments that feel.        185
  Ant.        If it be so,
We need no grave to bury honesty:
There’s not a grain of it the face to sweeten
Of the whole dungy earth.
  Leon.        What! lack I credit?        190
  First Lord.  I had rather you did lack than I, my lord,
Upon this ground; and more it would content me
To have her honour true than your suspicion,
Be blam’d for ’t how you might.
  Leon.        Why, what need we        195
Commune with you of this, but rather follow
Our forceful instigation? Our prerogative
Calls not your counsels, but our natural goodness
Imparts this; which if you,—or stupified
Or seeming so in skill,—cannot or will not        200
Relish a truth like us, inform yourselves
We need no more of your advice: the matter,
The loss, the gain, the ordering on ’t, is all
Properly ours.
  Ant.        And I wish, my liege,        205
You had only in your silent judgment tried it,
Without more overture.
  Leon.        How could that be?
Either thou art most ignorant by age,
Or thou wert born a fool. Camillo’s flight,        210
Added to their familiarity,
Which was as gross as ever touch’d conjecture,
That lack’d sight only, nought for approbation
But only seeing, all other circumstances
Made up to the deed, doth push on this proceeding:        215
Yet, for a greater confirmation,—
For in an act of this importance ’twere
Most piteous to be wild,—I have dispatch’d in post
To sacred Delphos, to Apollo’s temple,
Cleomenes and Dion, whom you know        220
Of stuff’d sufficiency. Now, from the oracle
They will bring all; whose spiritual counsel had,
Shall stop or spur me. Have I done well?
  First Lord.  Well done, my lord.
  Leon.  Though I am satisfied and need no more        225
Than what I know, yet shall the oracle
Give rest to the minds of others, such as he
Whose ignorant credulity will not
Come up to the truth. So have we thought it good
From our free person she should be confin’d,        230
Lest that the treachery of the two fled hence
Be left her to perform. Come, follow us:
We are to speak in public; for this business
Will raise us all.
  Ant.  [Aside.]  To laughter, as I take it,        235
If the good truth were known.  [Exeunt.
 
 
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