The Winter’s Tale: I, Scene 2

Polixenes

1 - 9

Nine changes of the wat’ry star hath been
The shepherd’s note since we have left our throne
Without a burden. Time as long again
Would be fill’d up, my brother, with our thanks,
And yet we should, for perpetuity,
Go hence in debt. And therefore, like a cipher
(Yet standing in rich place), I multiply
With one “We thank you” many thousands more
That go before it.

Leontes

10 - 11

Stay your thanks a while,
And pay them when you part.

Polixenes

12 - 17

Sir, that’s tomorrow.
I am question’d by my fears of what may chance
Or breed upon our absence, that may blow
No sneaping winds at home, to make us say,
“This is put forth too truly.” Besides, I have stay’d
To tire your royalty.

Leontes

18 - 19

We are tougher, brother,
Than you can put us to’t.

Polixenes

20

No longer stay.

Leontes

21

One sev’nnight longer.

Polixenes

22

Very sooth, tomorrow.

Leontes

23 - 24

We’ll part the time between ’s then; and in that
I’ll no gainsaying.

Polixenes

25 - 33

Press me not, beseech you, so.
There is no tongue that moves, none, none i’ th’ world,
So soon as yours could win me. So it should now,
Were there necessity in your request, although
’Twere needful I denied it. My affairs
Do even drag me homeward; which to hinder
Were (in your love) a whip to me; my stay,
To you a charge and trouble. To save both,
Farewell, our brother.

Leontes

34

Tongue-tied our queen? Speak you.

Hermione

35 - 40

I had thought, sir, to have held my peace until
You had drawn oaths from him not to stay. You, sir,
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.

Leontes

41

Well said, Hermione.

Hermione

42 - 52

To tell he longs to see his son were strong;
But let him say so then, and let him go;
But let him swear so, and he shall not stay,
We’ll thwack him hence with distaffs.
Yet of your royal presence I’ll adventure
The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia
You take my lord, I’ll give him my commission
To let him there a month behind the gest
Prefix’d for ’s parting; yet, good deed, Leontes,
I love thee not a jar o’ th’ clock behind
What lady she her lord. You’ll stay?

Polixenes

53

No, madam.

Hermione

54

Nay, but you will?

Polixenes

55

I may not, verily.

Hermione

56 - 66

Verily?
You put me off with limber vows; but I,
Though you would seek t’ unsphere the stars with oaths,
Should yet say, “Sir, no going.” Verily,
You shall not go; a lady’s “verily” is
As potent as a lord’s. Will you go yet?
Force me to keep you as a prisoner,
Not like a guest: so you shall pay your fees
When you depart, and save your thanks. How say you?
My prisoner? Or my guest? By your dread “verily,”
One of them you shall be.

Polixenes

67 - 70

Your guest then, madam.
To be your prisoner should import offending,
Which is for me less easy to commit
Than you to punish.

Hermione

71 - 74

Not your jailer then,
But your kind hostess. Come, I’ll question you
Of my lord’s tricks and yours when you were boys.
You were pretty lordings then?

Polixenes

75 - 78

We were, fair queen,
Two lads that thought there was no more behind
But such a day tomorrow as today,
And to be boy eternal.

Hermione

79 - 80

Was not my lord
The verier wag o’ th’ two?

Polixenes

81 - 89

We were as twinn’d lambs that did frisk i’ th’ sun,
And bleat the one at th’ other. What we chang’d
Was innocence for innocence; we knew not
The doctrine of ill-doing, nor dream’d
That any did. Had we pursu’d that life,
And our weak spirits ne’er been higher rear’d
With stronger blood, we should have answer’d heaven
Boldly, “Not guilty”; the imposition clear’d,
Hereditary ours.

Hermione

90 - 91

By this we gather
You have tripp’d since.

Polixenes

92 - 96

O my most sacred lady,
Temptations have since then been born to ’s: for
In those unfledg’d days was my wife a girl;
Your precious self had then not cross’d the eyes
Of my young playfellow.

Hermione

97 - 103

Grace to boot!
Of this make no conclusion, lest you say
Your queen and I are devils. Yet go on,
Th’ offenses we have made you do we’ll answer,
If you first sinn’d with us, and that with us
You did continue fault, and that you slipp’d not
With any but with us.

Leontes

104

Is he won yet?

Hermione

105

He’ll stay, my lord.

Leontes

106 - 108

At my request he would not.
Hermione, my dearest, thou never spok’st
To better purpose.

Hermione

109

Never?

Leontes

110

Never, but once.

Hermione

111 - 122

What? Have I twice said well? When was’t before?
I prithee tell me; cram ’s with praise, and make ’s
As fat as tame things. One good deed dying tongueless
Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that.
Our praises are our wages. You may ride ’s
With one soft kiss a thousand furlongs ere
With spur we heat an acre. But to th’ goal:
My last good deed was to entreat his stay;
What was my first? It has an elder sister,
Or I mistake you. O, would her name were Grace!
But once before I spoke to th’ purpose? When?
Nay, let me have’t; I long.

Leontes

123 - 127

Why, that was when
Three crabbed months had sour’d themselves to death,
Ere I could make thee open thy white hand,
And clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter,
“I am yours forever.”

Hermione

128 - 131

’Tis Grace indeed.
Why, lo you now! I have spoke to th’ purpose twice:
The one forever earn’d a royal husband;
Th’ other for some while a friend.

Leontes

132 - 144

Aside.
Too hot, too hot!
To mingle friendship far is mingling bloods.
I have tremor cordis on me; my heart dances,
But not for joy; not joy. This entertainment
May a free face put on, derive a liberty
From heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom,
And well become the agent; ’t may—I grant.
But to be paddling palms and pinching fingers,
As now they are, and making practic’d smiles,
As in a looking-glass; and then to sigh, as ’twere
The mort o’ th’ deer—O, that is entertainment
My bosom likes not, nor my brows! Mamillius,
Art thou my boy?

Mamillius

145

Ay, my good lord.

Leontes

146 - 153

I’ fecks!
Why, that’s my bawcock. What? Hast smutch’d thy nose?
They say it is a copy out of mine. Come, captain,
We must be neat; not neat, but cleanly, captain:
And yet the steer, the heckfer, and the calf
Are all call’d neat.—Still virginalling
Upon his palm?—How now, you wanton calf,
Art thou my calf?

Mamillius

154

Yes, if you will, my lord.

Leontes

155 - 173

Thou want’st a rough pash and the shoots that I have,
To be full like me; yet they say we are
Almost as like as eggs; women say so—
That will say any thing. But were they false
As o’er-dy’d blacks, as wind, as waters, false
As dice are to be wish’d by one that fixes
No bourn ’twixt his and mine, yet were it true
To say this boy were like me. Come, sir page,
Look on me with your welkin eye. Sweet villain!
Most dear’st! My collop! Can thy dam?—may’t be?—
Affection! Thy intention stabs the center.
Thou dost make possible things not so held,
Communicat’st with dreams (how can this be?),
With what’s unreal thou co-active art,
And fellow’st nothing. Then ’tis very credent
Thou mayst co-join with something, and thou dost
(And that beyond commission), and I find it
(And that to the infection of my brains
And hard’ning of my brows).

Polixenes

174

What means Sicilia?

Hermione

175

He something seems unsettled.

Polixenes

176

How? My lord?

Leontes

177

What cheer? How is’t with you, best brother?

Hermione

178 - 180

You look
As if you held a brow of much distraction.
Are you mov’d, my lord?

Leontes

181 - 192

No, in good earnest.
How sometimes nature will betray its folly!
Its tenderness! And make itself a pastime
To harder bosoms! Looking on the lines
Of my boy’s face, methoughts I did recoil
Twenty-three years, and saw myself unbreech’d
In my green velvet coat, my dagger muzzled,
Lest it should bite its master, and so prove
(As ornament oft does) too dangerous.
How like (methought) I then was to this kernel,
This squash, this gentleman. Mine honest friend,
Will you take eggs for money?

Mamillius

193

No, my lord, I’ll fight.

Leontes

194 - 196

You will? Why, happy man be ’s dole! My brother,
Are you so fond of your young prince as we
Do seem to be of ours?

Polixenes

197 - 203

If at home, sir,
He’s all my exercise, my mirth, my matter;
Now my sworn friend, and then mine enemy;
My parasite, my soldier, statesman, all.
He makes a July’s day short as December,
And with his varying childness cures in me
Thoughts that would thick my blood.

Leontes

204 - 210

So stands this squire
Offic’d with me. We two will walk, my lord,
And leave you to your graver steps. Hermione,
How thou lov’st us, show in our brother’s welcome;
Let what is dear in Sicily be cheap.
Next to thyself and my young rover, he’s
Apparent to my heart.

Hermione

211 - 212

If you would seek us,
We are yours i’ th’ garden. Shall ’s attend you there?

Leontes

213 - 243

To your own bents dispose you; you’ll be found,
Be you beneath the sky.
Aside.
I am angling now,
Though you perceive me not how I give line.
Go to, go to!
How she holds up the neb! The bill to him!
And arms her with the boldness of a wife
To her allowing husband!
Exeunt Polixenes, Hermione, and Attendants.
Gone already!
Inch-thick, knee-deep, o’er head and ears a fork’d one!
Go play, boy, play. Thy mother plays, and I
Play too, but so disgrac’d a part, whose issue
Will hiss me to my grave: contempt and clamor
Will be my knell. Go play, boy, play. There have been
(Or I am much deceiv’d) cuckolds ere now,
And many a man there is (even at this present,
Now, while I speak this) holds his wife by th’ arm,
That little thinks she has been sluic’d in ’s absence,
And his pond fish’d by his next neighbor—by
Sir Smile, his neighbor. Nay, there’s comfort in’t,
Whiles other men have gates, and those gates open’d,
As mine, against their will. Should all despair
That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind
Would hang themselves. Physic for’t there’s none.
It is a bawdy planet, that will strike
Where ’tis predominant; and ’tis pow’rful—think it—
From east, west, north, and south. Be it concluded,
No barricado for a belly. Know’t,
It will let in and out the enemy,
With bag and baggage. Many thousand on ’s
Have the disease, and feel’t not. How now, boy?

Mamillius

244

I am like you, they say.

Leontes

245 - 246

Why, that’s some comfort.
What? Camillo there?

Camillo

247

Ay, my good lord.

Leontes

248 - 249

Go play, Mamillius, thou’rt an honest man.
Exit Mamillius.
Camillo, this great sir will yet stay longer.

Camillo

250 - 251

You had much ado to make his anchor hold,
When you cast out, it still came home.

Leontes

252

Didst note it?

Camillo

253 - 254

He would not stay at your petitions, made
His business more material.

Leontes

255 - 259

Didst perceive it?
Aside.
They’re here with me already, whisp’ring, rounding:
“Sicilia is a so-forth.” ’Tis far gone,
When I shall gust it last.—How came’t, Camillo,
That he did stay?

Camillo

260

At the good Queen’s entreaty.

Leontes

261 - 268

At the Queen’s be’t; “good” should be pertinent,
But so it is, it is not. Was this taken
By any understanding pate but thine?
For thy conceit is soaking, will draw in
More than the common blocks. Not noted, is’t,
But of the finer natures? By some severals
Of head-piece extraordinary? Lower messes
Perchance are to this business purblind? Say.

Camillo

269 - 270

Business, my lord? I think most understand
Bohemia stays here longer.

Leontes

271

Ha?

Camillo

272

Stays here longer.

Leontes

273

Ay, but why?

Camillo

274 - 275

To satisfy your Highness and the entreaties
Of our most gracious mistress.

Leontes

276 - 284

Satisfy?
Th’ entreaties of your mistress? Satisfy?
Let that suffice. I have trusted thee, Camillo,
With all the nearest things to my heart, as well
My chamber-councils, wherein, priest-like, thou
Hast cleans’d my bosom: I from thee departed
Thy penitent reform’d. But we have been
Deceiv’d in thy integrity, deceiv’d
In that which seems so.

Camillo

285

Be it forbid, my lord!

Leontes

286 - 293

To bide upon’t: thou art not honest; or
If thou inclin’st that way, thou art a coward,
Which hoxes honesty behind, restraining
From course requir’d; or else thou must be counted
A servant grafted in my serious trust
And therein negligent; or else a fool,
That seest a game play’d home, the rich stake drawn,
And tak’st it all for jest.

Camillo

294 - 312

My gracious lord,
I may be negligent, foolish, and fearful:
In every one of these no man is free
But that his negligence, his folly, fear,
Among the infinite doings of the world,
Sometime puts forth. In your affairs, my lord,
If ever I were willful-negligent,
It was my folly; if industriously
I play’d the fool, it was my negligence,
Not weighing well the end; if ever fearful
To do a thing, where I the issue doubted,
Whereof the execution did cry out
Against the non-performance, ’twas a fear
Which oft infects the wisest: these, my lord,
Are such allow’d infirmities that honesty
Is never free of. But beseech your Grace
Be plainer with me, let me know my trespass
By its own visage. If I then deny it,
’Tis none of mine.

Leontes

313 - 324

Ha’ not you seen, Camillo
(But that’s past doubt; you have, or your eye-glass
Is thicker than a cuckold’s horn), or heard
(For to a vision so apparent rumor
Cannot be mute), or thought (for cogitation
Resides not in that man that does not think)
My wife is slippery? If thou wilt confess,
Or else be impudently negative,
To have nor eyes nor ears nor thought, then say
My wife’s a hobby-horse, deserves a name
As rank as any flax-wench that puts to
Before her troth-plight: say’t and justify’t.

Camillo

325 - 330

I would not be a stander-by to hear
My sovereign mistress clouded so, without
My present vengeance taken. ’Shrew my heart,
You never spoke what did become you less
Than this; which to reiterate were sin
As deep as that, though true.

Leontes

331 - 343

Is whispering nothing?
Is leaning cheek to cheek? Is meeting noses?
Kissing with inside lip? Stopping the career
Of laughter with a sigh (a note infallible
Of breaking honesty)? Horsing foot on foot?
Skulking in corners? Wishing clocks more swift?
Hours, minutes? Noon, midnight? And all eyes
Blind with the pin and web but theirs, theirs only,
That would unseen be wicked? Is this nothing?
Why then the world and all that’s in’t is nothing,
The covering sky is nothing, Bohemia nothing,
My wife is nothing, nor nothing have these nothings,
If this be nothing.

Camillo

344 - 346

Good my lord, be cur’d
Of this diseas’d opinion, and betimes,
For ’tis most dangerous.

Leontes

347

Say it be, ’tis true.

Camillo

348

No, no, my lord.

Leontes

349 - 356

It is: you lie, you lie!
I say thou liest, Camillo, and I hate thee,
Pronounce thee a gross lout, a mindless slave,
Or else a hovering temporizer, that
Canst with thine eyes at once see good and evil,
Inclining to them both. Were my wive’s liver
Infected as her life, she would not live
The running of one glass.

Camillo

357

Who does infect her?

Leontes

358 - 369

Why, he that wears her like her medal hanging
About his neck, Bohemia—who, if I
Had servants true about me, that bare eyes
To see alike mine honor as their profits
(Their own particular thrifts), they would do that
Which should undo more doing; ay, and thou,
His cupbearer—whom I from meaner form
Have bench’d and rear’d to worship, who mayst see
Plainly as heaven sees earth and earth sees heaven,
How I am gall’d—mightst bespice a cup,
To give mine enemy a lasting wink;
Which draught to me were cordial.

Camillo

370 - 376

Sir, my lord,
I could do this, and that with no rash potion,
But with a ling’ring dram that should not work
Maliciously, like poison; but I cannot
Believe this crack to be in my dread mistress
(So sovereignly being honorable).
I have lov’d thee—

Leontes

377 - 386

Make that thy question, and go rot!
Dost think I am so muddy, so unsettled,
To appoint myself in this vexation, sully
The purity and whiteness of my sheets
(Which to preserve is sleep, which being spotted
Is goads, thorns, nettles, tails of wasps),
Give scandal to the blood o’ th’ Prince my son
(Who I do think is mine and love as mine),
Without ripe moving to’t? Would I do this?
Could man so blench?

Camillo

387 - 393

I must believe you, sir.
I do, and will fetch off Bohemia for’t;
Provided that, when he’s remov’d, your Highness
Will take again your queen as yours at first,
Even for your son’s sake, and thereby for sealing
The injury of tongues in courts and kingdoms
Known and allied to yours.

Leontes

394 - 396

Thou dost advise me
Even so as I mine own course have set down.
I’ll give no blemish to her honor, none.

Camillo

397 - 402

My lord,
Go then; and with a countenance as clear
As friendship wears at feasts, keep with Bohemia
And with your queen. I am his cupbearer:
If from me he have wholesome beverage,
Account me not your servant.

Leontes

403 - 405

This is all:
Do’t, and thou hast the one half of my heart;
Do’t not, thou split’st thine own.

Camillo

406

I’ll do’t, my lord.

Leontes

407

I will seem friendly, as thou hast advis’d me.

Camillo

408 - 421

O miserable lady! But for me,
What case stand I in? I must be the poisoner
Of good Polixenes, and my ground to do’t
Is the obedience to a master; one
Who, in rebellion with himself, will have
All that are his so too. To do this deed,
Promotion follows. If I could find example
Of thousands that had struck anointed kings
And flourish’d after, I’ld not do’t; but since
Nor brass nor stone nor parchment bears not one,
Let villainy itself forswear’t. I must
Forsake the court. To do’t, or no, is certain
To me a break-neck. Happy star reign now!
Here comes Bohemia.

Polixenes

422 - 424

This is strange; methinks
My favor here begins to warp. Not speak?
Good day, Camillo.

Camillo

425

Hail, most royal sir!

Polixenes

426

What is the news i’ th’ court?

Camillo

427

None rare, my lord.

Polixenes

428 - 435

The King hath on him such a countenance
As he had lost some province and a region
Lov’d as he loves himself. Even now I met him
With customary compliment, when he,
Wafting his eyes to th’ contrary and falling
A lip of much contempt, speeds from me, and
So leaves me to consider what is breeding
That changes thus his manners.

Camillo

436

I dare not know, my lord.

Polixenes

437 - 444

How, dare not? Do not? Do you know, and dare not?
Be intelligent to me, ’tis thereabouts:
For to yourself, what you do know, you must,
And cannot say you dare not. Good Camillo,
Your chang’d complexions are to me a mirror
Which shows me mine chang’d too; for I must be
A party in this alteration, finding
Myself thus alter’d with’t.

Camillo

445 - 448

There is a sickness
Which puts some of us in distemper, but
I cannot name the disease, and it is caught
Of you that yet are well.

Polixenes

449 - 459

How caught of me?
Make me not sighted like the basilisk.
I have look’d on thousands, who have sped the better
By my regard, but kill’d none so. Camillo,
As you are certainly a gentleman, thereto
Clerk-like experienc’d, which no less adorns
Our gentry than our parents’ noble names,
In whose success we are gentle, I beseech you,
If you know aught which does behove my knowledge
Thereof to be inform’d, imprison’t not
In ignorant concealment.

Camillo

460

I may not answer.

Polixenes

461 - 469

A sickness caught of me, and yet I well?
I must be answer’d. Dost thou hear, Camillo,
I conjure thee, by all the parts of man
Which honor does acknowledge, whereof the least
Is not this suit of mine, that thou declare
What incidency thou dost guess of harm
Is creeping toward me; how far off, how near,
Which way to be prevented, if to be;
If not, how best to bear it.

Camillo

470 - 475

Sir, I will tell you,
Since I am charg’d in honor and by him
That I think honorable. Therefore mark my counsel,
Which must be ev’n as swiftly followed as
I mean to utter it; or both yourself and me
Cry lost, and so good night!

Polixenes

476

On, good Camillo.

Camillo

477

I am appointed him to murder you.

Polixenes

478

By whom, Camillo?

Camillo

479

By the King.

Polixenes

480

For what?

Camillo

481 - 484

He thinks, nay, with all confidence he swears,
As he had seen’t or been an instrument
To vice you to’t, that you have touch’d his queen
Forbiddenly.

Polixenes

485 - 492

O then, my best blood turn
To an infected jelly, and my name
Be yok’d with his that did betray the Best!
Turn then my freshest reputation to
A savor that may strike the dullest nostril
Where I arrive, and my approach be shunn’d,
Nay, hated too, worse than the great’st infection
That e’er was heard or read!

Camillo

493 - 500

Swear his thought over
By each particular star in heaven, and
By all their influences, you may as well
Forbid the sea for to obey the moon
As or by oath remove or counsel shake
The fabric of his folly, whose foundation
Is pil’d upon his faith, and will continue
The standing of his body.

Polixenes

501

How should this grow?

Camillo

502 - 516

I know not; but I am sure ’tis safer to
Avoid what’s grown than question how ’tis born.
If therefore you dare trust my honesty,
That lies enclosed in this trunk which you
Shall bear along impawn’d, away tonight!
Your followers I will whisper to the business,
And will by twos and threes at several posterns
Clear them o’ th’ city. For myself, I’ll put
My fortunes to your service, which are here
By this discovery lost. Be not uncertain,
For by the honor of my parents, I
Have utt’red truth; which if you seek to prove,
I dare not stand by; nor shall you be safer
Than one condemn’d by the King’s own mouth—thereon
His execution sworn.

Polixenes

517 - 533

I do believe thee:
I saw his heart in ’s face. Give me thy hand,
Be pilot to me, and thy places shall
Still neighbor mine. My ships are ready, and
My people did expect my hence departure
Two days ago. This jealousy
Is for a precious creature: as she’s rare,
Must it be great; and as his person’s mighty,
Must it be violent; and as he does conceive
He is dishonor’d by a man which ever
Profess’d to him, why, his revenges must
In that be made more bitter. Fear o’ershades me.
Good expedition be my friend, and comfort
The gracious queen, part of his theme, but nothing
Of his ill-ta’en suspicion! Come, Camillo,
I will respect thee as a father, if
Thou bear’st my life off. Hence! Let us avoid.

Camillo

534 - 536

It is in mine authority to command
The keys of all the posterns. Please your Highness
To take the urgent hour. Come, sir, away.

The Winter’s TaleAct I, Scene 2

Sicilia. A room of state in Leontes’ palace.

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The Winter’s Tale
Act I, Scene 2