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Clown. Are you a courtier, an't like you, sir?
Autolicus. Whether it like me, or no, I am a courtier.-Seest thou not the air of a courtier in these enfoldings? Hath not my gait in it the measure of the court ?
Act IV. Sc. III.
THE WINTER'S TALE.
SCENE 1.-Sicilia.-A Square before the Paluce of
Enter Camillo and ARCHIDAMUS, R. Arc. (R. C.) 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. (c.) I think, this coming summer, the king of Sicilia means to pay Bohemia the visitation which he justly owes him.
Arc. Wherein our entertainment shall shame us, we will be justified in our loves; for, indeed
Cam. 'Beseech you
Arc. Verily, I speak it in the freedom of my knowledge: we cannot, with such magnificence—in so rareI 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 ac
Cam. You pay a great deal too dear for what's given freely.
Arc. 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 train'd 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 attornied 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 !
Arc. 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.
Arc. Would they else be content to die?
Cam. Yes; if there were no other excuse why they should desire to live.
Arc. If the king had no son, they would desire to live on crutches till he had one.
[Trumpets sound.] Cam. Come, my lord.
SCENE II.-A Room of State in the Paluce.-Trum
pets sound. Ladies ranged, L. Lords and Gentlemen, R. Leontes, HermionE, MAMILLIUS, POLIXENES, Antigo
NUS, Camillo, ARCHIDAMUS, CLEOMENES, Dion, Phocion, Thasius, Paulina, Emilia, LAMIA, Hero, and ATTENDANTS, discovered.–POLIXENES, LEONTES, and HERMIONE
advance from three State-chairs in the back ground.-HERMIONE stands L. C. Pol. (R. C.) Nine changes of the watery star hath been The shepherd's note, since we have left our throne Without a burden : time as long again Would be filled 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.
Leo. (c.) Stay your thanks awhile, And pay them when you part.
Poł. Sir, that's to-morrow,
I'm question’d by my fears, of what may chance
Leo. We are tougher, brother,
Pol. No longer stay.
Leo. We'll part the time between's then; and in that I'll no gainsaying.
Pol. Press me not, 'beseech you, so; There is no tongue that moves, none, none i'the world, So soon as yours, could win me; so it should now, Were there necessity in your request, although 'Twere needful I denied it.
Leo. 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. You, sir, Charge him too coldly: tell him, you are sure All in Bohemia's well: this satisfaction The by-gone day proclaimed ; say this to him, He's beat from his best ward.
Leo. Well said, Hermione.
Her. To tell hé longs to see his son, were strong:
Pol. No, madam.
oaths, Should yet say, “Sir, no going.” [Mamillius and Atten
dant enter at L. U. E.] Verily, You shall not go ; a lady's verily is
As potent as a lord's. (Leontes on returning to his state 1
chair meets Mamillius, who goes back with him.]
Will you go yet?
Mamillius leans on his knee.] How say you ? My prisoner? or my guest ? By your dread verily, One of them you shall be.
1 Pol. Your guest then, madam:
Her. Not your gaoler then,
Pol. We were, fair queen,
Her. Was not my lord the verier wag o’the two ?
Her. (R. C.) By this we gather,
Pol. (c.) O, my most sacred lady,
Her. Grace to boot!
won yet ?