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Ay, my lord, this same.
How now, Malvolio !
Madam, you have done me wrong,
Have I, Malvolio? no.
Oli. Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing,
First told me thou wast mad; then camest in smiling,
Good madam, hear me speak,
Oli. Alas, poor fool, how have they baffled thee !
ness, and some have greatness thrown upon them." I was one, sir, in this interlude; one Sir Topas, sir; but that's all one. "By the Lord, fool, I am not mad." But do you remember?" Madam, why laugh you at such a barren rascal? an you smile not, he's gagged:" and thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges.
Mal. I'll be revenged on the whole pack of you.
Duke. Pursue him, and entreat him to a peace:
Of our dear souls. Meantime, sweet sister,
[Exeunt all, except Clown.
For the rain it raineth every day.
But when I came, alas! to wive,
By swaggering could I never thrive,
But when I came to man's estate,
'Gainst knaves and thieves men sby their gate,
For the rain, &c.
But when I came unto my beds,
With toss-pots still had drunken headg
A great while ago the world begun,
But that's all one, our play is done,
THE WINTER'S TALE.
LIA. CAMILLO, ANTIGONUS, CLEOMENES, DION,
HERMIONE, queen to Leontes.
LEONTES, king of Sicilia.
Four lords of
POLIXENES, king of Bohemia.
Clown, his son.
AUTOLYCUS, a rogue.
PAULINA, wife to Antigonus.
Other Lords and Gentlemen, Ladies,
SCENE: Sicilia, and Bohemia.
SCENE I. Antechamber in LEONTES' palace.
Enter CAMILLO and ARCHIDAMUS.
Arch. If you shall chance, Camillo, to visit Bohemia, on 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.
Cam. I think, this coming summer, the King of Sicilia means to pay Bohemia the visitation which he justly owes him.
Arch. Wherein our entertainment shall shame us we will be justified in our loves; for indeed10
Cam. Beseech you,
Arch. 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.
Cam. You pay a great deal too dear for what's given freely.
Arch. Believe me, I speak as my understanding instructs me and as mine honesty puts it to utterance.
Cam. 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 and royal necessities made separation of their society, their 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 ends of opposed winds. The heavens continue their loves!
Arch. 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.
Cam. 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.
Arch. Would they else be content to die?
Cam. Yes; if there were no other excuse why they should desire to live.
Arch. If the king had no son, they would desire to live on crutches till he had one. [Exeunt. 50
SCENE II. A room of state in the same.
Enter LEONTES, HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS, POLIXENES, CAMILLO, and Attendants.
Pol. Nine changes of the watery star hath been
Go hence in debt: and therefore, like a cipher,
Yet standing in rich place, I multiply
Sir, that's to morrow.
No sneaping winds at home, to make us say
We are tougher, brother,
Very sooth, to-morrow. Leon. We'll part the time between 's then; and in that I'll no gainsaying.
Press me not, beseech you, so.
Tongue-tied our queen? speak you. Her. I had thought, sir, to have held my peace until You had drawn oaths from him not to stay. Charge him too coldly. Tell him, you are sure All in Bohemia 's well; this satisfaction The by-gone day proclaim'd say this to him, He's beat from his best ward.
Well said, Hermione.
Her. Nay, but you will?
I may not, verily.
Her. Verily !
You put me off with limber vows; but I,
Though you would seek to unsphere the stars with oaths,
How say you?