The Winter’s Tale by William Shakespeare, 1564-1616

Or from the all that are took something good,

To make a perfect woman, she you kill’d

Would be unparallel’d.

LEONTES I think so. Kill’d!

She I kill’d! I did so: but thou strikest 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 spoken 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 fulfill’d 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 the 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 look’d 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’re offenders now, appear soul-vex’d,

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 walk’d, I’ld bid you mark

Her eye, and tell me for what dull part in’t

You chose her; then I’ld shriek, that even your ears

Should rift to hear me; and the words that follow’d

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,–

PAULINA I have done.

Yet, if my lord will marry,–if you will, sir,

No remedy, but you will,–give me the office

To choose you a queen: she shall not be so young

As was your former; but she shall be such

As, walk’d 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 bid’st us.

PAULINA That

Shall be when your first queen’s again in breath;

Never till then.

Enter a Gentleman

Gentleman 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?

Gentleman But few,

And those but mean.

LEONTES His princess, say you, with him?

Gentleman 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! 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 equall’d;’–thus your verse

Flow’d with her beauty once: ’tis shrewdly ebb’d,

To say you have seen a better.

Gentleman Pardon, madam:

The one I have almost forgot,–your pardon,–

The other, when she has obtain’d your eye,

Will have your tongue too. This is a creature,

Would she begin a sect, might quench the zeal

Of all professors else, make proselytes

Of who she but bid follow.

PAULINA How! not women?

Gentleman Women will love her, that she is a woman

More worth than any man; men, that she is

The rarest of all women.

LEONTES Go, Cleomenes;

Yourself, assisted with your honour’d friends,

Bring them to our embracement. Still, ’tis strange

Exeunt CLEOMENES and others

He thus should steal upon us.

PAULINA Had our prince,

Jewel of children, seen this hour, he had pair’d

Well with this lord: there was not full a month

Between their births.

LEONTES Prithee, no more; cease; thou know’st

He dies to me again when talk’d of: sure,

When I shall see this gentleman, thy speeches

Will bring me to consider that which may

Unfurnish me of reason. They are come.

Re-enter CLEOMENES and others, with FLORIZEL and PERDITA

Your mother was most true to wedlock, prince;

For she did print your royal father off,

Conceiving you: were I but twenty-one,

Your father’s image is so hit in you,

His very air, that I should call you brother,

As I did him, and speak of something wildly

By us perform’d before. Most dearly welcome!

And your fair princess,–goddess!–O, alas!

I lost a couple, that ‘twixt heaven and earth

Might thus have stood begetting wonder as

You, gracious couple, do: and then I lost–

All mine own folly–the society,

Amity too, of your brave father, whom,

Though bearing misery, I desire my life

Once more to look on him.

FLORIZEL By his command

Have I here touch’d Sicilia and from him

Give you all greetings that a king, at friend,

Can send his brother: and, but infirmity

Which waits upon worn times hath something seized

His wish’d ability, he had himself

The lands and waters ‘twixt your throne and his

Measured to look upon you; whom he loves–

He bade me say so–more than all the sceptres

And those that bear them living.

LEONTES O my brother,

Good gentleman! the wrongs I have done thee stir

Afresh within me, and these thy offices,

So rarely kind, are as interpreters

Of my behind-hand slackness. Welcome hither,

As is the spring to the earth. And hath he too

Exposed this paragon to the fearful usage,

At least ungentle, of the dreadful Neptune,

To greet a man not worth her pains, much less

The adventure of her person?

FLORIZEL Good my lord,

She came from Libya.

LEONTES Where the warlike Smalus,

That noble honour’d lord, is fear’d and loved?

FLORIZEL Most royal sir, from thence; from him, whose daughter

His tears proclaim’d his, parting with her: thence,

A prosperous south-wind friendly, we have cross’d,

To execute the charge my father gave me

For visiting your highness: my best train

I have from your Sicilian shores dismiss’d;

Who for Bohemia bend, to signify

Not only my success in Libya, sir,

But my arrival and my wife’s in safety

Here where we are.

LEONTES The blessed gods

Purge all infection from our air whilst you

Do climate here! You have a holy father,

A graceful gentleman; against whose person,

So sacred as it is, I have done sin:

For which the heavens, taking angry note,

Have left me issueless; and your father’s blest,

As he from heaven merits it, with you

Worthy his goodness. What might I have been,

Might I a son and daughter now have look’d on,

Such goodly things as you!

Enter a Lord

Lord Most noble sir,

That which I shall report will bear no credit,

Were not the proof so nigh. Please you, great sir,

Bohemia greets you from himself by me;

Desires you to attach his son, who has–

His dignity and duty both cast off–

Fled from his father, from his hopes, and with

A shepherd’s daughter.

LEONTES Where’s Bohemia? speak.

Lord Here in your city; I now came from him:

I speak amazedly; and it becomes

My marvel and my message. To your court

Whiles he was hastening, in the chase, it seems,

Of this fair couple, meets he on the way

The father of this seeming lady and

Her brother, having both their country quitted

With this young prince.

FLORIZEL Camillo has betray’d me;

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