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Authors: William Shakespeare

The Winter's Tale (11 page)

SHEPHERD
     Would I had been
by
104
, to have helped the old man!

CLOWN
     I would you had been by the ship side, to have
       helped her; there
your charity would have lacked footing
106
.

SHEPHERD
    
Heavy
107
matters, heavy matters! But look thee here,
       boy. Now bless thyself. Thou
met'st
108
with things dying, I with
       things newborn. Here's a sight for thee: look thee, a
bearing-cloth
109
       for a
squire's
110
child. Look thee here. Take up, take up,
       boy. Open't. So, let's see — it was told me I should be rich by
       the fairies — this is some
changeling
112
. Open't. What's within,
       boy?

CLOWN
     You're a made old man. If the sins of
Opens the box
       your youth are forgiven you,
you're well to live
115
. Gold, all gold!

SHEPHERD
     This is
fairy gold
116
, boy, and 'twill prove so. Up with't,
       keep it
close
117
. Home, home, the
next
way. We are lucky, boy,
       and to be so
still
118
requires nothing but secrecy. Let my sheep
       go. Come, good boy, the next way home.

CLOWN
     Go you the next way with your findings. I'll go see if
       the bear be gone from the gentleman and how much he hath
       eaten. They are never
curst
122
but when they are hungry. If
       there be any of him left, I'll bury it.

SHEPHERD
     That's a good deed. If thou mayst discern by that
       which is left of him
what
125
he is, fetch me to th'sight of him.

CLOWN
    
Marry
126
, will I. And you shall help to put him
       i'th'ground.

SHEPHERD
     'Tis a lucky day, boy, and we'll do good deeds on't.

Exeunt

Act 4 Scene 1
running scene 8

Location: the theater

Enter Time, the Chorus

TIME
     I, that please some,
try
1
all,
both joy and terror
       Of
good and bad, that makes and
unfolds
2
error,
       Now take upon me, in the name of Time,
       To use my
wings
4
. Impute it not a crime
       To me or my swift passage, that I slide
       O'er sixteen years and leave the
growth untried
6
       Of that wide gap, since it is in my power
       To o'erthrow law and in one
self-born
8
hour
       To
plant and o'erwhelm
9
custom. Let me pass
       The same I am,
ere ancient'st order was
       Or what is now received
10
. I
witness
11
to
       The times that brought
them
12
in, so shall I
do
       To th'freshest things now reigning and make
stale
       The glistering of this present
13
, as my tale
       Now
seems to it
15
. Your patience this allowing,
         I turn my
glass
16
and give my scene such growing
      
As
17
you had slept between.
Leontes leaving —
       Th'effects of his fond jealousies so grieving
       That he shuts up himself
— imagine me,
      
Gentle
20
spectators, that I now may be
       In fair Bohemia, and remember well,
       I mentioned a son o'th'
king's
22
, which Florizel
       I now name to you, and with speed so
pace
23
       To speak of Perdita, now grown in grace
      
Equal with wond'ring
25
. What of her ensues
       I
list not prophesy
26
, but let Time's news
       Be known when 'tis brought forth. A shepherd's daughter
       And what to her
adheres
28
, which follows after,
       Is th'
argument
29
of Time. Of this allow,
       If ever you have spent time worse ere now.
       If never,
yet
31
that Time himself doth say
       He wishes earnestly you never may.
Exit

Act 4 Scene 2
running scene 9

Location: Bohemia (court)

Enter Polixenes and Camillo

POLIXENES
     I pray thee, good Camillo, be no more
importunate
1
:
      
'Tis a sickness denying
2
thee anything, a death to grant this.

CAMILLO
     It is
fifteen
3
years since I saw my country. Though I
       have for the most part
been aired
4
abroad, I desire to lay my
       bones there. Besides, the penitent king, my master, hath sent
       for me, to whose
feeling
6
sorrows I might be some
allay
, or I
      
o'erween
7
to think so, which is another spur to my departure.

POLIXENES
     As thou lovest me, Camillo, wipe not out the rest of
       thy services by leaving me now: the need I have of thee thine
       own goodness hath made: better not to have had thee than
       thus to
want
11
thee. Thou, having
made me businesses
which
       none without thee can sufficiently manage, must either stay
       to execute them thyself or take away with thee the very
       services thou hast done, which if I have not enough
      
considered
15
, as too much I cannot, to be more thankful to
       thee shall be my study, and my profit therein the
heaping
       friendships
16
. Of that
fatal
17
country, Sicilia, prithee speak
       no more, whose very naming punishes me with the
       remembrance of that penitent, as thou call'st him, and
      
reconciled
20
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? Kings
       are no less
unhappy
23
, their issue not being
gracious
, than
       they are in losing them when they have
approved
24
their
       virtues.

CAMILLO
     Sir, it is three days since I saw the prince. What his
       happier affairs may be, are to me unknown. But I have
      
missingly noted
28
, he is of late much
retired
from court and is
       less frequent to his princely
exercises
29
than formerly he hath
       appeared.

POLIXENES
     I have considered so much, Camillo, and with some
       care — so far that I have
eyes under my service
32
which look
       upon his
removedness
33
, from whom I have this intelligence,
       that he is seldom from the house of a most homely shepherd:
       a man, they say, that from very nothing, and beyond
       the imagination of his neighbours, is grown into an
      
unspeakable estate
37
.

CAMILLO
     I have heard, sir, of such a man, who hath a
       daughter of most
rare note
39
. The report of her is extended
       more than can be thought to
begin
40
from such a cottage.

POLIXENES
     That's likewise part of my intelligence: but, I fear,
       the
angle
42
that plucks our son thither. Thou shalt accompany
       us to the place where we will, not appearing what we are,
       have some
question
44
with the shepherd, from whose
       simplicity I think it not
uneasy
45
to get the cause of my son's
       resort thither. Prithee be my
present
46
partner in this business,
       and lay aside the thoughts of Sicilia.

CAMILLO
     I willingly obey your command.

POLIXENES
     My best Camillo, we must disguise ourselves.

Exeunt

Act 4 Scene 3
running scene 10

Location: Bohemia (rural)

Enter
Autolycus
singing

AUTOLYCUS
     When daffodils begin to
peer
1
,
           With hey, the
doxy
2
over the dale,
           Why then comes in the
sweet o'
3
the year,
           For the red blood reigns in the winter's
pale
4
.
           The white
sheet bleaching on the hedge
5
,
           With hey, the sweet birds, O, how they sing!
           Doth
set my pugging tooth an edge
7
.
           For a quart of ale is a dish for a king.
           The lark, that tirra-lirra chants,
           With hey, the thrush and the jay,
      
     Are summer songs for me and my
aunts
11
,
           While we lie
tumbling
12
in the hay.

     I have served Prince Florizel and in my time wore
three-pile
13
,
           but now I am
out of service
14
.
           But shall I go mourn for that, my dear?
           The pale moon shines by night,
           And when I wander here and there,
           I then do most go right.
           If
tinkers
19
may have
leave to live
,
           And bear the
sow-skin budget
20
,
           Then my account I well may give,
           And
in the
stocks
avouch it
22
.

    My
traffic
23
is sheets. When the
kite builds, look to lesser linen
.
       My father named me Autolycus, who being, as I am,
littered
       under
24
Mercury
25
, was likewise a snapper-up of
unconsidered
       trifles. With
die
26
and
drab
I purchased this
caparison
, and my
       revenue is the
silly cheat
27
.
Gallows and knock
are too
       powerful on the highway. Beating and hanging are terrors to
       me.
For the life to come
29
, I sleep out the thought of it. A prize,
       a prize!

He sees the Clown approaching

Enter Clown

CLOWN
     Let me see, every
'leven wether tods
31
, every tod yields
       pound and
odd
32
shilling. Fifteen hundred shorn, what comes
       the wool to?

AUTOLYCUS
     If the
springe
34
hold, the
cock
's mine.
Aside

CLOWN
     I cannot do't without
counters
35
. Let me see, what am
       I to buy for our
sheep-shearing feast
36
? Three pound of sugar,
       five pound of currants, rice — what will this sister of mine
       do with rice? But my father hath made her mistress of the
       feast, and she
lays it on
39
. She hath
made me
four-and-twenty
      
nosegays
40
for the shearers —
three-man-song-men
all, and
       very good ones — but they are most of them
means
41
and
       basses; but one
puritan
42
amongst them, and he sings psalms
       to
hornpipes
43
. I must have saffron to colour the
warden pies
.
      
Mace
44
, dates? — none, that's
out of my note
. Nutmegs,
       seven; a
race
45
or two of ginger, but that I may beg. Four
       pound of prunes, and as many of raisins
o'th'sun
46
.

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