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Taken from the Complete Works of William Shakespeare

The Winter’s Tale

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ACT IV. SCENE III.—The same. A Shepherd’s Cottage.

Flo. Despatch, I pr’ythee.

Aut. Indeed, I have had earnest; but I can-

not with conscience take it.

Cam. Unbuckle, unbuckle.—

[FLO. and AUTOL. exchange garments.

Fortunate mistress,—let my prophecy

Come home to you!—you must retire yourself

Into some covert; take your sweetheart’s hat,

And pluck it o’er your brows; muffle your face;

Dismantle you; and, as you can, disliken

The truth of your own seeming; that you

may,—

For I do fear eyes over,—to shipboard

Get undescried.

Per.                   I see the play so lies

That I must bear a part.

Cam.                              No remedy.—

Have you done there?

Flo.                    Should I now meet my father,

He would not call me son.

Cam. Nay, you shall have no hat.—

[Giving it to PERDITA.

Come, lady, come.—Farewell, my friend.

Aut. Adieu, sir.

Flo. O Perdita, what have we twain forgot?

Pray you, a word.         [They converse apart.

Cam. What I do next, shall be to tell the

king                                              [Aside.

Of this escape, and whither they are bound;

Wherein, my hope is, I shall so prevail

To force him after: in whose company

I shall review Sicilia; for whose sight

I have a woman’s longing.

Flo.                                   Fortune speed us!—

Thus we set on, Camillo, to the sea-side.

Cam. The swifter speed the better.

[Exeunt FLOR., PER., and CAM.

Aut. I understand the business,—I hear it:

to have an open ear, a quick eye, and a nimble

hand, is necessary for a cut-purse; a good nose

is requisite also, to smell out work for the other

senses. I see this is the time that the unjust

man doth thrive. What an exchange had this

been without boot? what a boot is here with

this exchange? Sure, the gods do this year con-

nive at us, and we may do anything extempore,.

The prince himself is about a piece of iniquity,

—stealing away from his father with his clog

at his heels: if I thought it were a piece of hon-

esty to acquaint the king withal, I would not

do’t: I hod it the more knavery to conceal it;

and therein am I constant to my profession.

Re-enter Clown and Shepherd.

Aside, aside;—here is more matter for a hot

brain: every lane’s end, every shope, church,

session, hanging, yields a careful man work.

Clo. See. see: what a man you are now!

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ACT IV. SCENE III—The same. A Shepherd’s Cottage.


Taken from the Complete Works of William Shakespeare

The Winter’s Tale

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ACT IV. SCENE III.—The same. A Shepherd’s Cottage.

Re-enter AUTOLYCUS.

Aut. Ha, ha! what a fool Honesty is! and

Trust, his sworn brother, a very simple gentle-

man! I have sold all my trumpery; not a

counterfeit stone, not a riand, glass, poman-

der, brooch, table-book, ballad, knife, tape,

glove, shoe-tie, bracelet, horn-ring, to keep my

pack from fasting;—they throng who should

buy first, as if my trinkets had been hallowed,

and brought a benediction to the buyer: by

which means I saw whose purse was best in

picture; and what I saw, to my good use I re-

membered. My clown (who wants but some-

thing to be a reasonable man) grew so in love

with the wenches’ song that he would not stir

his pettitoes till he had both tune and words;

which so drew the rest of the herd to me, that

all their other senses stuck in ears: you might

have pinched a placket,—it was senseless; ’twas

nothing to geld a codpiece of a purse; I would

have filed keys off that hung in chains: no hear-

ing, no feeling, but my sir’s song, and admiring

the nothing of it. So that, in this time of

lethargy, I picked and  cut most of their festival

purses; and scared my choughs from the chaff, I

had not left a purse alive in the whole army.

[CAM., FLO., and PER. come forward.

Cam. Nay, but my letters, by this means

being there

So soon as you arrive, shall clear that doublt.

Flo. And those that you’ll procure from king

Leontes,—

Cam. Shall satisfy your father.

Per.                                      Happy be you!

All that you speak shows fair.

Cam.                               Who have we here?—

[Seeing AUTOLYCUS.

We’ll make an instrument of this; omit

Nothing may give us aid.

Aut. If they have overheard e now,—why,

hanging.                                          [Aside.

Cam. How now, good fellow! why shakest

thou so? Fear not, man; here’s nobody will

steal that from thee: yet, for the outside of thy

poverty, we must make an exchange; therefore,

discase thee instantly,—thou must think there’s

a necessity in’t,—and change garments with

this gentleman: though the pennyworth on his

side be the worst, yet hold thee, there’s some

boot.                                          [Giving money.

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ACT IV. SCENE III—The same. A Shepherd’s Cottage.


Taken from the Complete Works of William Shakespeare

The Winter’s Tale

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ACT IV. SCENE III.—The same. A Shepherd’s Cottage.

Flo.                                       Worthy Camillo,

What colour for my visitation shall I

Hold up before him?

Cam.                   Sent by the king your father

To greet him and to give him comforts. Sir,

The manner of your bearing towards him, with

What you, as from your father, shall deliver,

Things known betwixt us three, I’ll write you

down;

The which shall point your forth at every sitting,

What you must say; that he shall not perceive

But that you have your father’s bosom there,

And speak his very heart.

Flo.                                    I am bound to you:

There is some sap in this.

Cam.                            A course more promissing

Than a wild dedication of yourselves [certain

To unpath’d waters, undream’d shores, most

To miseries enough: no hope to help;

But, as you shake off one, to take another:

Nothing so certain as your anchors; who

Do their best office if they can but stay you

Where you’ll be loath to be: besides, you know

Prosperity’s the very bond of love,          [gether

Whose fresh complexion and whose heard to-

Affliction alters.

Per.                  One of these is true:

I think affliction may subdue the cheek,

But not take in the mind.

Cam.                                Yea, say you so?

There shall not, at your father’s house, these

seven years

Be born another such.

Flo.                                My good Camillo.

She is as forward of her breeding as

She is i’ the rear our birth.

Cam.                                I cannot say ’tis pity

She lacks instruction; for she seems a mistress

To most that teach.

Per.                          Your pardon, sir, for this:

I’ll blush you thanks.

Flo. My prettiest Perdita!—

But, O, the thorns we stand upon!—Camillo,—

Preserver of my father, now of me;

The medicine of our house!—how shall we do?

We are not furnish’d like Bohemia’s son;

Nor shall appear in Sicilia

Cam.                               My lord,

Fear none of this: I think you know my for-

tunes

Do all lie there: it shall be so my care

To have you royall appointed as if       [sir,

The scene you play were mine. For instance,

That you may know you shall not want,—one

word.                                      [They talk aside.

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ACT IV. SCENE III—The same. A Shepherd’s Cottage.


Taken from the Complete Works of William Shakespeare

The Winter’s Tale

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ACT IV. SCENE III.—The same. A Shepherd’s Cottage.

Cam.                                  O, my lord.

I would your spirit were easier for advice,

Or stronger for your need.

Flo.               Hark, Perdita.—[Takes her aside.

I’ll hear you by and by.               [To Camillo.

Cam.                            He’s irremovable,

Resolv’d for flight. Now were I happy if

His going I could frame to serve my turn;

Save him from danger, do him love and honour;

Purchase the sight again of dear Sicilia,

And that unhappy king, my master whom

I so much thirst to see.

Flo.                               Now, good Camillo,

I am so fraught with curious business that

I leave out ceremony.                          [Going.

Cam.                          Sir, I think

You have heard of my poor services, i’ the love

That I have borne your father?

Flo.                                          Very nobly

Have you deserv’d: it is my father’s music

To speak your deeds; not little of his care

To have them recompens’d as thought on.

Cam.                                          Well, my lord,

If you may please to think I love the king,

And, through him, which is nearest to him,

which is

Your gracious self, embrace but my direction,—

If your more ponderous and settled project

May suffer alteration,—on mine honour      [ing

I’m point you where you shall have such receiv-

As shall become your highness; where you may

Enjoy your mistress,—from the whom, I see,

There’s no disjunction to be made, but by,

As heavens forfend! your ruin,—marry her;

And,—with my est endeavours in your ab-

sence,000

Your discontenting father strive to qualify,

And bring him up to liking.

Flo.                                     How, Camillo,

May this, almost a miracle, be done?

That I may call thee something more than man,

And, after that, trust to thee.

Cam.                                   Have you thought on

A place whereto you’ll go?

Flo. Not any yet:

But as the unthought-on accident is guilty

To what we wildly do; so we profess

Ourselves to be the slaves of chance, and flies

Of every wind that blows.

Cam.                                Then list to me:

This follows,—if you will not change your purpose,

But undergo this flight,—make for Sicilia;

And there present yourself and your fair prin-

cess,—

For so, I see, she must be,—‘fore Leontes:

She shall be habited as it becomes

The partner of your bed. Methinks I see

Leonites opening his free arms, and weeping

His welcomes forth; asks thee, ‘the son, forgive-

ness,

As ’twere i’ the father’s person; kisses the hands

Of your fresh princess; o’er and o’er divides him

‘Twixt his unkindness and his kindness,—the

one

He chides to hell, and bids the other grow

Faster than thought on time.

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ACT IV. SCENE III—The same. A Shepherd’s Cottage.


Taken from the Complete Works of William Shakespeare

The Winter’s Tale

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ACT IV. SCENE III.—The same. A Shepherd’s Cottage.

But milk my eweds, and weep.

Cam.                              Why, how now, father!

Speak ere thou diest.

Shep.                         I cannot speak, nor think,

Nor dare to know that which I know.—O, sir,

[To FLORIZEL

You have undone a man of fourscore-three,

That thought to fill his grave in quiet; yea,

To die upon the bed my father died.

To lie close by his honest bones! but now

Some hangman must put on my shroud, and

lay me

Where no priest shovels in dust.—O cursed

wretch,                                     [To PERDITA.

That knew’st this was the prince, and woudst

adventure

To mingle faith with him!—Undone! undone!

If I might die within this hour, I have liv’d

To die when I desire.                           [Exit.

Flo.                         Why look you so upon me.

I am but sorry, not afeard; delay’d,

But nothing alter’d: what I was, I am:

More straining on for plucking bac; not fol-

lowing.

My leash unwillingly.

Cam.                         Gracious, my lord,

You know your father’s temper: at this time

He will allow no speech,—which I do guess

You do not purpose to him;—and as hardly

Will he endure your sight as yet, I fear:

Then, till the fury of his highness settle,

Come not before him.

Flo.                              I not purpose it.

I think Camillo?

Cam.                 Even he, my lord.

Per. How often have I told you ‘twould be

thus!

How often said my dignity would last

But till ’twere known!

Flo.                            It cannot fail buy by

The violation of my faith; and then

Let nature crush the sides o’ the earth together.

And mar the seeds within!—Lift up thy looks.—

From my succession wipe me, father; I

Am heir to my affection.

Cam.                                Be advis’d.

Flo. So call it: but it does fulfil my vow;

I needs must think it honesty. Camillo,

Not for Bohemia, nor the pomp that may

Be thereat glean’d; for all the sun sees or

The close earth wombs, or the profound seas

hide

In unknown fathoms, will I break my oath

To this my fair belov’d: therefore, I pray you,

As you have ever been my father’s honour’d

friend                                                       [not

When he shall miss me,—as, in faith, I mean

To see him any more,—-cast your good counsels

Upon his passion: let myself and fortune

Tuf or the time to come. This you may know,

And so deliver,—I am put to sea

With her, whom here I cannot hold on shore;

And, most opportune to our need, I have

A vessel rides fast by, but not prepar’d

For this design. What course I mean to hold

Shall nothing benefit your knowledge, nor

Concern me the reporting.

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ACT IV. SCENE III—The same. A Shepherd’s Cottage.


Taken from the Complete Works of William Shakespeare

The Winter’s Tale

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ACT IV. SCENE III.—The same. A Shepherd’s Cottage.

Know man from man? dispute his own estate?

Lies he not bed-rid? and again does nothing

But what he did being childish?

Flo.                                             No, good sir;

He has his health, and ampler strength indeed

Than most have of his age.

Pol.                                     By my white bear,

You offer him, if this be so, a wrong

Something unfilial: reason my son

Should choose himself a wife; but as good reason

The father,—all whose joy is nothing else

But fair posterity,—should hold some counsel

In such a business.

Pol.                         Let him know’t.

Flo. He shall not.

Pol.                       Pr’ythee, let him.

Flo.                                    No, he must not.

Shep. Let him, my son: he shall not need to

grieve

At knowing of thy choice.

Flo.                      Come, come, he must not.—

Mark our contráct.

Pol.                   Mark your divorce, young sir,

[Discovering himself.

Whom son I dare not call; thou art too base

To be acknowledged: thou a sceptre’s heir,

That thus affect’st a sheep-hook!—Thou old

traitor,

I am sorry that, by hanging thee, I can but

Shorten thy life one week.—And thou, fresh

piece                                                   [know

Of excellent witchcraft, who, of force, must

The royal fool thou cop’st with,—

Shep.                                           O, my heart!

Pol. I’ll have thy beauty scratch’d with

briers, ad made                          [boy,—

More homely than thy state.—For thee, fond

If I may ever know thou dost but sigh

That thou no more shalt see this knack,—as

never                                                  [cession;

I mean thou shalt,—we’ll bar thee from suc-

Not hold thee of our blood, no, not our kin,

Far than Deucalion off,—mark thou my words:

Follow us to the court.—-Thou churl, for this

time,

Though full of our displeasure, yet we free thee

From the dead blow of it.—And you, enchag-

ment,—

Worthy enough a herdsman; yea, him too

That makes himself, but for our honour therein,

Unworthy thee,—-if ever henceforth thou

These rural latches to his entrance open,

Or hoop his body more with thy embraces,

I will devise a death as cruel for thee

As thou art tender to’t.                           [Exit.

Per.                                 Even here undone!

I was not much afeard: for once or twice

I was about to speak, and tell him plainly

The self-same sun that shines upon his court

Hides not his visage from our cottage, but

Looks on alike.—Will’t please you, sir, be

gone?                                    [To FLORIZEL.

I told you what would come of this! Beseech

you,

Of your own state take care: this dream of mine,

Being now awake, I’ll queen it no inch further,

But milk my eweds, and weep.

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ACT IV. SCENE III—The same. A Shepherd’s Cottage.


Taken from the Complete Works of William Shakespeare

The Winter’s Tale

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ACT IV. SCENE III.—The same. A Shepherd’s Cottage.

Flo.                               Old sir, I know

She prizes not such trifles as these are:

The gifts she looks from me are pack’d and

lock’d

Up in my heart; which I have given already,

But not deliver’d.—O, hear me breath my life

Before this ancient sir, who, it should seem,

Hath sometime lov’d,—I take thy hand! this

hand,

As soft as dove’s down, and as white as it,

Or Ethiopian’s tooth, or the fann’d snow that’s

bolted

By the northern blasts twice o’er.

Pol. What follows this?—

How prettily the young swain seems to wash

The hand was fair before!—I have put you out:

But to your protestation; let me hear

What you profess.

Flo.                           Do, and be witness to’t.

Pol. And this my neighbour, too?

Flo.                                   And he, and more

Than he, and men,—the earth, the heavens,

and all:—                                     [monarch,

That,—were I crown’d the most imperial

Thereof most worthy; were I the fairest youth

That ever made eye swerve; had force and

knowledge                                           [them

More than was ever man’s,—I would not prize

Without her love: for her employ them all;

Commend them, and condemn them, to her

service,

Or to their own perdition.

Pol.                                  Fairly offer’d.

Cam. This shows a sound affection.

Shep.                                 But, my daughter,

Say you the like to him?

Per.                                  I cannot speak

So well, nothing so well; no, nor mean better:

By the pattern of mine own thoughts I cut out

The purity of his.

Shep.                   Take hands, a bargain!—

And, friends unknown, you shall bear witness

to’t:

I give my daughter to him, and will make

Her portion equal his.

Flo.                              I, that must be

I’ the virtue of your daughter: one being dead,

I shall have more than you can dream of yet;

Enough then for your wonder: but come on,

Contract us ‘fore these witnesses.

Shep.                                 Come, your hand;—

And, daughter, yours.

Pol.                          Soft, swain, awhile, beseech you;

Have you a father?

Flo.                         I have; but what of him?

Pol. knows he of this?

Flo.                           He neither does nor shall.

Pol. Methinks a father

Is, at the nuptial of his son, a guest    [more;

That best becomes the table. Pray you, once

Of reasonable affairs? is he not stupid

With age and altering rheums? can he speak?

hear?

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ACT IV. SCENE III—The same. A Shepherd’s Cottage.