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

Cleomenes and Dion, whom you know

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.

LEONTES Though I am satisfied and need no more

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 confined,

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.

ANTIGONUS [Aside]

To laughter, as I take it,

If the good truth were known.

Exeunt

Scene 2

A prison.

Enter PAULINA, a Gentleman, and Attendants

PAULINA The keeper of the prison, call to him;

let him have knowledge who I am.

Exit Gentleman

Good lady,

No court in Europe is too good for thee;

What dost thou then in prison?

Re-enter Gentleman, with the Gaoler

Now, good sir,

You know me, do you not?

Gaoler For a worthy lady

And one whom much I honour.

PAULINA Pray you then,

Conduct me to the queen.

Gaoler I may not, madam:

To the contrary I have express commandment.

PAULINA Here’s ado,

To lock up honesty and honour from

The access of gentle visitors!

Is’t lawful, pray you,

To see her women? any of them? Emilia?

Gaoler So please you, madam,

To put apart these your attendants, I

Shall bring Emilia forth.

PAULINA I pray now, call her.

Withdraw yourselves.

Exeunt Gentleman and Attendants

Gaoler And, madam,

I must be present at your conference.

PAULINA Well, be’t so, prithee.

Exit Gaoler

Here’s such ado to make no stain a stain

As passes colouring.

Re-enter Gaoler, with EMILIA

Dear gentlewoman,

How fares our gracious lady?

EMILIA As well as one so great and so forlorn

May hold together: on her frights and griefs,

Which never tender lady hath born greater,

She is something before her time deliver’d.

PAULINA A boy?

EMILIA A daughter, and a goodly babe,

Lusty and like to live: the queen receives

Much comfort in’t; says ‘My poor prisoner,

I am innocent as you.’

PAULINA I dare be sworn

These dangerous unsafe lunes i’ the king,

beshrew them!

He must be told on’t, and he shall: the office

Becomes a woman best; I’ll take’t upon me:

If I prove honey-mouth’d let my tongue blister

And never to my red-look’d anger be

The trumpet any more. Pray you, Emilia,

Commend my best obedience to the queen:

If she dares trust me with her little babe,

I’ll show’t the king and undertake to be

Her advocate to the loud’st. We do not know

How he may soften at the sight o’ the child:

The silence often of pure innocence

Persuades when speaking fails.

EMILIA Most worthy madam,

Your honour and your goodness is so evident

That your free undertaking cannot miss

A thriving issue: there is no lady living

So meet for this great errand. Please your ladyship

To visit the next room, I’ll presently

Acquaint the queen of your most noble offer;

Who but to-day hammer’d of this design,

But durst not tempt a minister of honour,

Lest she should be denied.

PAULINA Tell her, Emilia.

I’ll use that tongue I have: if wit flow from’t

As boldness from my bosom, let ‘t not be doubted

I shall do good.

EMILIA Now be you blest for it!

I’ll to the queen: please you,

come something nearer.

Gaoler Madam, if’t please the queen to send the babe,

I know not what I shall incur to pass it,

Having no warrant.

PAULINA You need not fear it, sir:

This child was prisoner to the womb and is

By law and process of great nature thence

Freed and enfranchised, not a party to

The anger of the king nor guilty of,

If any be, the trespass of the queen.

Gaoler I do believe it.

PAULINA Do not you fear: upon mine honour,

I will stand betwixt you and danger.

Exeunt

Scene 3

A room in LEONTES’ palace.

Enter LEONTES, ANTIGONUS, Lords, and Servants

LEONTES Nor night nor day no rest: it is but weakness

To bear the matter thus; mere weakness. If

The cause were not in being,–part o’ the cause,

She the adulteress; for the harlot king

Is quite beyond mine arm, out of the blank

And level of my brain, plot-proof; but she

I can hook to me: say that she were gone,

Given to the fire, a moiety of my rest

Might come to me again. Who’s there?

First Servant My lord?

LEONTES How does the boy?

First Servant He took good rest to-night;

‘Tis hoped his sickness is discharged.

LEONTES To see his nobleness!

Conceiving the dishonour of his mother,

He straight declined, droop’d, took it deeply,

Fasten’d and fix’d the shame on’t in himself,

Threw off his spirit, his appetite, his sleep,

And downright languish’d. Leave me solely: go,

See how he fares.

Exit Servant

Fie, fie! no thought of him:

The thought of my revenges that way

Recoil upon me: in himself too mighty,

And in his parties, his alliance; let him be

Until a time may serve: for present vengeance,

Take it on her. Camillo and Polixenes

Laugh at me, make their pastime at my sorrow:

They should not laugh if I could reach them, nor

Shall she within my power.

Enter PAULINA, with a child

First Lord You must not enter.

PAULINA Nay, rather, good my lords, be second to me:

Fear you his tyrannous passion more, alas,

Than the queen’s life? a gracious innocent soul,

More free than he is jealous.

ANTIGONUS That’s enough.

Second Servant Madam, he hath not slept tonight; commanded

None should come at him.

PAULINA Not so hot, good sir:

I come to bring him sleep. ‘Tis such as you,

That creep like shadows by him and do sigh

At each his needless heavings, such as you

Nourish the cause of his awaking: I

Do come with words as medicinal as true,

Honest as either, to purge him of that humour

That presses him from sleep.

LEONTES What noise there, ho?

PAULINA No noise, my lord; but needful conference

About some gossips for your highness.

LEONTES How!

Away with that audacious lady! Antigonus,

I charged thee that she should not come about me:

I knew she would.

ANTIGONUS I told her so, my lord,

On your displeasure’s peril and on mine,

She should not visit you.

LEONTES What, canst not rule her?

PAULINA From all dishonesty he can: in this,

Unless he take the course that you have done,

Commit me for committing honour, trust it,

He shall not rule me.

ANTIGONUS La you now, you hear:

When she will take the rein I let her run;

But she’ll not stumble.

PAULINA Good my liege, I come;

And, I beseech you, hear me, who profess

Myself your loyal servant, your physician,

Your most obedient counsellor, yet that dare

Less appear so in comforting your evils,

Than such as most seem yours: I say, I come

From your good queen.

LEONTES Good queen!

PAULINA Good queen, my lord,

Good queen; I say good queen;

And would by combat make her good, so were I

A man, the worst about you.

LEONTES Force her hence.

PAULINA Let him that makes but trifles of his eyes

First hand me: on mine own accord I’ll off;

But first I’ll do my errand. The good queen,

For she is good, hath brought you forth a daughter;

Here ’tis; commends it to your blessing.

Laying down the child

LEONTES Out!

A mankind witch! Hence with her, out o’ door:

A most intelligencing bawd!

PAULINA Not so:

I am as ignorant in that as you

In so entitling me, and no less honest

Than you are mad; which is enough, I’ll warrant,

As this world goes, to pass for honest.

LEONTES Traitors!

Will you not push her out? Give her the bastard.

Thou dotard! thou art woman-tired, unroosted

By thy dame Partlet here. Take up the bastard;

Take’t up, I say; give’t to thy crone.

PAULINA For ever

Unvenerable be thy hands, if thou

Takest up the princess by that forced baseness

Which he has put upon’t!

LEONTES He dreads his wife.

PAULINA So I would you did; then ’twere past all doubt

You’ld call your children yours.

LEONTES A nest of traitors!

ANTIGONUS I am none, by this good light.

PAULINA Nor I, nor any

But one that’s here, and that’s himself, for he

The sacred honour of himself, his queen’s,

His hopeful son’s, his babe’s, betrays to slander,

Whose sting is sharper than the sword’s;

and will not–

For, as the case now stands, it is a curse

He cannot be compell’d to’t–once remove

The root of his opinion, which is rotten

As ever oak or stone was sound.

LEONTES A callat

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