WINTER'S TALE. ACT I. SCENE I. Sicilia. An antechamber in Leontes' palace, Enter CAMILLO and ARCHIDAMUS. Arch. If you shall chance, Camillo, to visit Bchemia, 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. I think, this coming summer, the king of Sicilia means to pay Bohemia the visitation which he justly owes him. Arch. Wherein our entertainment shall shame us, we will be justified in our loves; for, indeed,— Cam. 'Beseech you, Arch. Verily, I speak it in the freedom of my knowlege: we cannot with such magnificence-in so rare-I 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 accuse us. Cam. You pay a great deal too dear, for what's given freely. Arch. Believe me, I speak as my understanding instructs me, and as mine honesty puts it to utter ance. Cam. Sicilia cannot show himself over-kind to Bohemia. They were trained 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 attorney'à,1 with interchange of gifts, letters, loving embassies; that they have seemed to be together, though absent; shook hands, as over a vast; 2 and embraced, as it were, from the ends of opposed winds. The Heavens continue their loves! Arch. I think, there is not in the world either malice or matter to alter it. You have an unspeakable comfort of your young prince Mamillíus: it is a gentleman of the greatest promise, that ever came into my note. very well Cam. I with agree you in the hopes of him. It is a gallant child; one that, indeed, physics the subject,3 makes old hearts fresh: they, that went on crutches ere he was born, desire yet their life, to see him a man. Arch. Would they else be content to die? Nobly supplied by substitution of embassies. 2 Wide waste of country. Affords a cordial to the state. Cam. Yes, if there were no other excuse why they should desire to live. Arch. If the king had no son, they would desire to live on crutches till he had one. [Exeunt. The same. SCENE II. A room of state in the palace. Enter LEONTES, POLIXENES, HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS, CAMILLO, and Attendants. Pol. Nine changes of the watery star have 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: Go hence in debt: and therefore, like a cipher, Yet standing in rich place, I multiply, With one we-thank-you, many thousands more Leon. Stay your thanks awhile; And pay them when you part. Pol. Sir, that's to-morrow. I am question'd by my fears, of what may chance, Or breed upon our absence. That may blow No sneaping 1 winds at home, to make us say, This is put forth too truly!'2 Besides, I have stay'd 1 Nipping. ? I had too good reason for my fears concerning what might happen during my absence from home. Leon. 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, Do even drag me homeward; which to hinder, Leon. 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, The by-gone day proclaim'd; say this to him, Leon. Well said, Hermione. Her. 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; Yet of your royal presence [to Polixenes.] I'll ad venture The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia You take my lord, I'll give him my commission, To let him 1 there a month, behind the gest2 Prefix'd for his parting; yet, good deed,3 Leontes, I love thee not a jar o' the clock behind What lady she her lord.-You'll stay? You put me off with limber vows: but I, Though you would seek to 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, Tarry. 2 Gests were the appointed stages during a royal progress. 3 Indeed. |