ICON CLASSICS Published by ICON Group International, Inc. Trade Street San Diego, CA USA caite.info The Winter's Tale. ACT 1. Imagine the two faraway lands of Sicilia and Bohemia. King Polixines and King Leontes have been best friends since childhood. King Polixenes has. Free PDF, epub, Kindle ebook. The Winter's Tale is a play by William Shakespeare, originally published in the First Folio of Although it was grouped.
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A sad tale's best for winter: I have one. Of sprites and goblins. HERMIONE. Let's have that, good sir. Come on, sit down: come on, and do your best. To fright me. Free kindle book and epub digitized and proofread by Project Gutenberg. The “tale” of The Winter's Tale unfolds in scenes set sixteen years apart. In the first part of the play, Leontes, king of Sicilia, plays host to his friend Polixenes, king.
Nay, you shall have no hat. Stay your thanks a while, And pay them when you part. So that, in this time of lethargy, I picked and cut most of their festival purses; and had not the old man come in with whoobub against his daughter and the king's son, and scared my choughs from the chaff, I had not left a purse alive in the whole army. Tell him, you are sure All in Bohemia's well; this satisfaction The by-gone day proclaim'd: He neither does nor shall. I would you had been by the ship-side, to have helped her: Leave me solely:
All Shakespeare editors at the time took the speech away from her and gave it to her father, Prospero. The reader of the Folger Shakespeare knows where the text has been altered because editorial interventions are signaled by square brackets for example, from Othello: At any point in the text, you can hover your cursor over a bracket for more information.
In the first part of the play, Leontes, king of Sicilia, plays host to his friend Polixenes, king of Bohemia. Leontes calls for Polixenes to be killed, but he escapes.
Hermione, under arrest, gives birth to a daughter; Leontes orders the baby to be taken overseas and abandoned. Word arrives that Hermione, too, has died. In Bohemia, a shepherd finds and adopts the baby girl, Perdita. Sixteen years later, the story resumes. When Polixenes forbids the unequal match, the couple flees to Sicilia, where the tale reaches its conclusion. Folger Shakespeare Library http: From the Director of the Folger Shakespeare Library.
Characters in the Play. Leontes , King of Sicilia. Polixenes , King of Bohemia. Camillo , a courtier, friend to Leontes and then to Polixenes. Paulina , his wife and lady-in-waiting to Hermione. Emilia , a lady-in-waiting to Hermione. Shepherd , foster father to Perdita.
Of this make no conclusion, lest you say Your queen and I are devils: Hermione, my dearest, thou never spokest To better purpose. I prithee tell me; cram's with praise, and make's As fat as tame things: Our praises are our wages: But to the goal: My last good deed was to entreat his stay: What was my first? O, would her name were Grace! But once before I spoke to the purpose: Nay, let me have't; I long. Why, lo you now, I have spoke to the purpose twice: The one for ever earn'd a royal husband; The other for some while a friend.
To mingle friendship far is mingling bloods. I have tremor cordis on me: 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 practised smiles, As in a looking-glass, and then to sigh, as 'twere The mort o' the deer; O, that is entertainment My bosom likes not, nor my brows!
Mamillius, Art thou my boy? 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 heifer and the calf Are all call'd neat. Art thou my calf?
Come, sir page, Look on me with your welkin eye: Most dear'st! Can thy dam? Thou dost make possible things not so held, Communicatest with dreams;--how can this be?
What cheer? 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 ornaments oft do, too dangerous: How like, methought, I then was to this kernel, This squash, this gentleman.
Mine honest friend, Will you take eggs for money?
My brother, Are you so fond of your young prince as we Do seem to be of ours? He makes a July's day short as December, And with his varying childness cures in me Thoughts that would thick my blood.
Hermione, How thou lovest 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.
First Lady Come, my gracious lord, Shall I be your playfellow? First Lady Why, my sweet lord? I love you better. Second Lady And why so, my lord?
Second Lady Who taught you this? Pray now What colour are your eyebrows? First Lady Blue, my lord. I have seen a lady's nose That has been blue, but not her eyebrows. First Lady Hark ye; The queen your mother rounds apace: Second Lady She is spread of late Into a goodly bulk: Come, sir, now I am for you again: I have one Of sprites and goblins. Come on, sit down: I will tell it softly; Yond crickets shall not hear it.
Exit Gentleman. 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: Who's there? First Servant My lord?
First Servant He took good rest to-night; 'Tis hoped his sickness is discharged. 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: Exit Servant. A sea-port in Sicilia. O, the sacrifice! How ceremonious, solemn and unearthly It was i' the offering! That I was nothing.
These proclamations, So forcing faults upon Hermione, I little like. And gracious be the issue!
Let us be clear'd Of being tyrannous, since we so openly Proceed in justice, which shall have due course, Even to the guilt or the purgation. Produce the prisoner.
Officer It is his highness' pleasure that the queen Appear in person here in court. Mariner Ay, my lord: In my conscience, The heavens with that we have in hand are angry And frown upon 's.
Go, get aboard; Look to thy bark: I'll not be long before I call upon thee. Mariner Make your best haste, and go not Too far i' the land: I'll follow instantly. Mariner I am glad at heart To be so rid o' the business. Besides, the penitent king, my master, hath sent for me; to whose feeling sorrows I might be some allay, or I o'erween to think so, which is another spur to my departure. Of that fatal country, Sicilia, prithee speak no more; whose very naming punishes me with the remembrance of that penitent, as thou callest him, and reconciled king, my brother; whose loss of his most precious queen and children are even now to be afresh lamented.
Say to me, when sawest thou the Prince Florizel, my son?