Enter FLORIZEL and PERDITA

FLORIZEL. These your unusual weeds to each part of you

Do give a life- no shepherdess, but Flora

Peering in April's front. This your sheep-shearing

Is as a meeting of the petty gods,

And you the Queen on't.

PERDITA. Sir, my gracious lord,

To chide at your extremes it not becomes me-

O, pardon that I name them! Your high self,

The gracious mark o' th' land, you have obscur'd

With a swain's wearing; and me, poor lowly maid,

Most goddess-like prank'd up. But that our feasts

In every mess have folly, and the feeders

Digest it with a custom, I should blush

To see you so attir'd; swoon, I think,

To show myself a glass.

FLORIZEL. I bless the time

When my good falcon made her flight across

Thy father's ground.

PERDITA. Now Jove afford you cause!

To me the difference forges dread; your greatness

Hath not been us'd to fear. Even now I tremble

To think your father, by some accident,

Should pass this way, as you did. O, the Fates!

How would he look to see his work, so noble,

Vilely bound up? What would he say? Or how

Should I, in these my borrowed flaunts, behold

The sternness of his presence?

FLORIZEL. Apprehend

Nothing but jollity. The gods themselves,

Humbling their deities to love, have taken

The shapes of beasts upon them: Jupiter

Became a bull and bellow'd; the green Neptune

A ram and bleated; and the fire-rob'd god,

Golden Apollo, a poor humble swain,

As I seem now. Their transformations

Were never for a piece of beauty rarer,

Nor in a way so chaste, since my desires

Run not before mine honour, nor my lusts

Burn hotter than my faith.

PERDITA. O, but, sir,

Your resolution cannot hold when 'tis

Oppos'd, as it must be, by th' pow'r of the King.

One of these two must be necessities,

Which then will speak, that you must change this purpose,

Or I my life.

FLORIZEL. Thou dearest Perdita,

With these forc'd thoughts, I prithee, darken not

The mirth o' th' feast. Or I'll be thine, my fair,

Or not my father's; for I cannot be

Mine own, nor anything to any, if

I be not thine. To this I am most constant,

Though destiny say no. Be merry, gentle;

Strangle such thoughts as these with any thing

That you behold the while. Your guests are coming.

Lift up your countenance, as it were the day

Of celebration of that nuptial which

We two have sworn shall come.

PERDITA. O Lady Fortune,

Stand you auspicious!

FLORIZEL. See, your guests approach.

Address yourself to entertain them sprightly,

And let's be red with mirth.

Enter SHEPHERD, with POLIXENES and CAMILLO, disguised;

CLOWN, MOPSA, DORCAS, with OTHERS

SHEPHERD. Fie, daughter! When my old wife liv'd, upon

This day she was both pantler, butler, cook;

Both dame and servant; welcom'd all; serv'd all;

Would sing her song and dance her turn; now here

At upper end o' th' table, now i' th' middle;

On his shoulder, and his; her face o' fire

With labour, and the thing she took to quench it

She would to each one sip. You are retired,

As if you were a feasted one, and not

The hostess of the meeting. Pray you bid

These unknown friends to's welcome, for it is

A way to make us better friends, more known.

Come, quench your blushes, and present yourself

That which you are, Mistress o' th' Feast. Come on,

And bid us welcome to your sheep-shearing,

As your good flock shall prosper.

PERDITA. [To POLIXENES] Sir, welcome.

It is my father's will I should take on me

The hostess-ship o' th' day. [To CAMILLO]

You're welcome, sir.

Give me those flow'rs there, Dorcas. Reverend sirs,

For you there's rosemary and rue; these keep

Seeming and savour all the winter long.

Grace and remembrance be to you both!

And welcome to our shearing.

POLIXENES. Shepherdess-

A fair one are you- well you fit our ages

With flow'rs of winter.

PERDITA. Sir, the year growing ancient,

Not yet on summer's death nor on the birth

Of trembling winter, the fairest flow'rs o' th' season

Are our carnations and streak'd gillyvors,

Which some call nature's bastards. Of that kind

Our rustic garden's barren; and I care not

To get slips of them.

POLIXENES. Wherefore, gentle maiden,

Do you neglect them?

PERDITA. For I have heard it said

There is an art which in their piedness shares

With great creating nature.

POLIXENES. Say there be;

Yet nature is made better by no mean

But nature makes that mean; so over that art

Which you say adds to nature, is an art

That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry

A gentler scion to the wildest stock,

And make conceive a bark of baser kind

By bud of nobler race. This is an art

Which does mend nature- change it rather; but

The art itself is nature.

PERDITA. So it is.

POLIXENES. Then make your garden rich in gillyvors,

And do not call them bastards.

PERDITA. I'll not put

The dibble in earth to set one slip of them;

No more than were I painted I would wish

This youth should say 'twere well, and only therefore

Desire to breed by me. Here's flow'rs for you:

Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram;

The marigold, that goes to bed wi' th' sun,

And with him rises weeping; these are flow'rs

Of middle summer, and I think they are given

To men of middle age. Y'are very welcome.

CAMILLO. I should leave grazing, were I of your flock,

And only live by gazing.

PERDITA. Out, alas!

You'd be so lean that blasts of January

Would blow you through and through. Now, my fair'st friend,

I would I had some flow'rs o' th' spring that might

Become your time of day- and yours, and yours,

That wear upon your virgin branches yet

Your maidenheads growing. O Proserpina,

From the flowers now that, frighted, thou let'st fall

From Dis's waggon!- daffodils,

That come before the swallow dares, and take

The winds of March with beauty; violets, dim

But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes

Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses,

That die unmarried ere they can behold

Bright Phoebus in his strength- a malady

Most incident to maids; bold oxlips, and

The crown-imperial; lilies of all kinds,

The flow'r-de-luce being one. O, these I lack

To make you garlands of, and my sweet friend

To strew him o'er and o'er!

FLORIZEL. What, like a corse?

PERDITA. No; like a bank for love to lie and play on;

Not like a corse; or if- not to be buried,

But quick, and in mine arms. Come, take your flow'rs.

Methinks I play as I have seen them do

In Whitsun pastorals. Sure, this robe of mine

Does change my disposition.

FLORIZEL. What you do

Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet,

I'd have you do it ever. When you sing,

I'd have you buy and sell so; so give alms;

Pray so; and, for the ord'ring your affairs,

To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you

A wave o' th' sea, that you might ever do

Nothing but that; move still, still so,

And own no other function. Each your doing,

So singular in each particular,

Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds,

That all your acts are queens.

PERDITA. O Doricles,

Your praises are too large. But that your youth,

And the true blood which peeps fairly through't,

Do plainly give you out an unstain'd shepherd,

With wisdom I might fear, my Doricles,

You woo'd me the false way.

FLORIZEL. I think you have

As little skill to fear as I have purpose

To put you to't. But, come; our dance, I pray.

Your hand, my Perdita; so turtles pair

That never mean to part.

PERDITA. I'll swear for 'em.

POLIXENES. This is the prettiest low-born lass that ever

Ran on the green-sward; nothing she does or seems

But smacks of something greater than herself,

Too noble for this place.

CAMILLO. He tells her something

That makes her blood look out. Good sooth, she is

The queen of curds and cream.

CLOWN. Come on, strike up.

DORCAS. Mopsa must be your mistress; marry, garlic,

To mend her kissing with!

MOPSA. Now, in good time!

CLOWN. Not a word, a word; we stand upon our manners.

Come, strike up. [Music]

Here a dance Of SHEPHERDS and SHEPHERDESSES

POLIXENES. Pray, good shepherd, what fair swain is this

Which dances with your daughter?

SHEPHERD. They call him Doricles, and boasts himself

To have a worthy feeding; but I have it

Upon his own report, and I believe it:

He looks like sooth. He says he loves my daughter;

I think so too; for never gaz'd the moon

Upon the water as he'll stand and read,

As 'twere my daughter's eyes; and, to be plain,

I think there is not half a kiss to choose

Who loves another best.

POLIXENES. She dances featly.

SHEPHERD. So she does any thing; though I report it

That should be silent. If young Doricles

Do light upon her, she shall bring him that

Which he not dreams of.

Enter a SERVANT

SERVANT. O master, if you did but hear the pedlar at the door, you

would never dance again after a tabor and pipe; no, the bagpipe

could not move you. He sings several tunes faster than you'll

tell money; he utters them as he had eaten ballads, and all men's

ears grew to his tunes.

CLOWN. He could never come better; he shall come in. I love a

ballad but even too well, if it be doleful matter merrily set

down, or a very pleasant thing indeed and sung lamentably.

SERVANT. He hath songs for man or woman of all sizes; no milliner

can so fit his customers with gloves. He has the prettiest

love-songs for maids; so without bawdry, which is strange; with

such delicate burdens of dildos and fadings, 'jump her and thump

her'; and where some stretch-mouth'd rascal would, as it were,

mean mischief, and break a foul gap into the matter, he makes the

maid to answer 'Whoop, do me no harm, good man'- puts him off,

slights him, with 'Whoop, do me no harm, good man.'

POLIXENES. This is a brave fellow.

CLOWN. Believe me, thou talkest of an admirable conceited fellow.

Has he any unbraided wares?

SERVANT. He hath ribbons of all the colours i' th' rainbow; points,

more than all the lawyers in Bohemia can learnedly handle, though

they come to him by th' gross; inkles, caddisses, cambrics,

lawns. Why he sings 'em over as they were gods or goddesses; you

would think a smock were she-angel, he so chants to the

sleeve-hand and the work about the square on't.

CLOWN. Prithee bring him in; and let him approach singing.

PERDITA. Forewarn him that he use no scurrilous words in's tunes.

Exit SERVANT

CLOWN. You have of these pedlars that have more in them than you'd

think, sister.

PERDITA. Ay, good brother, or go about to think.

Enter AUTOLYCUS, Singing

Lawn as white as driven snow;

Cypress black as e'er was crow;

Gloves as sweet as damask roses;

Masks for faces and for noses;

Bugle bracelet, necklace amber,

Perfume for a lady's chamber;

Golden quoifs and stomachers,

For my lads to give their dears;

Pins and poking-sticks of steel-

What maids lack from head to heel.

Come, buy of me, come; come buy, come buy;

Buy, lads, or else your lasses cry.

Come, buy.

CLOWN. If I were not in love with Mopsa, thou shouldst take no

money of me; but being enthrall'd as I am, it will also be the

bondage of certain ribbons and gloves.

MOPSA. I was promis'd them against the feast; but they come not too

late now.

DORCAS. He hath promis'd you more than that, or there be liars.

MOPSA. He hath paid you all he promis'd you. May be he has paid you

more, which will shame you to give him again.

CLOWN. Is there no manners left among maids? Will they wear their

plackets where they should bear their faces? Is there not

milking-time, when you are going to bed, or kiln-hole, to whistle

off these secrets, but you must be tittle-tattling before all our

guests? 'Tis well they are whisp'ring. Clammer your tongues, and

not a word more.

MOPSA. I have done. Come, you promis'd me a tawdry-lace, and a pair

of sweet gloves.

CLOWN. Have I not told thee how I was cozen'd by the way, and lost

all my money?

AUTOLYCUS. And indeed, sir, there are cozeners abroad; therefore it

behoves men to be wary.

CLOWN. Fear not thou, man; thou shalt lose nothing here.

AUTOLYCUS. I hope so, sir; for I have about me many parcels of

charge.

CLOWN. What hast here? Ballads?

MOPSA. Pray now, buy some. I love a ballad in print a-life, for

then we are sure they are true.

AUTOLYCUS. Here's one to a very doleful tune: how a usurer's wife

was brought to bed of twenty money-bags at a burden, and how she

long'd to eat adders' heads and toads carbonado'd.

MOPSA. Is it true, think you?

AUTOLYCUS. Very true, and but a month old.

DORCAS. Bless me from marrying a usurer!

AUTOLYCUS. Here's the midwife's name to't, one Mistress Taleporter,

and five or six honest wives that were present. Why should I

carry lies abroad?

MOPSA. Pray you now, buy it.

CLOWN. Come on, lay it by; and let's first see moe ballads; we'll

buy the other things anon.

AUTOLYCUS. Here's another ballad, of a fish that appeared upon the

coast on Wednesday the fourscore of April, forty thousand fathom

above water, and sung this ballad against the hard hearts of

maids. It was thought she was a woman, and was turn'd into a cold

fish for she would not exchange flesh with one that lov'd her.

The ballad is very pitiful, and as true.

DORCAS. Is it true too, think you?

AUTOLYCUS. Five justices' hands at it; and witnesses more than my

pack will hold.

CLOWN. Lay it by too. Another.

AUTOLYCUS. This is a merry ballad, but a very pretty one.

MOPSA. Let's have some merry ones.

AUTOLYCUS. Why, this is a passing merry one, and goes to the tune

of 'Two maids wooing a man.' There's scarce a maid westward but

she sings it; 'tis in request, I can tell you.

MOPSA. can both sing it. If thou'lt bear a part, thou shalt hear;

'tis in three parts.

DORCAS. We had the tune on't a month ago.

AUTOLYCUS. I can bear my part; you must know 'tis my occupation.

Have at it with you.

SONG

AUTOLYCUS. Get you hence, for I must go

Where it fits not you to know.

DORCAS. Whither?

MOPSA. O, whither?

DORCAS. Whither?

MOPSA. It becomes thy oath full well

Thou to me thy secrets tell.

DORCAS. Me too! Let me go thither

MOPSA. Or thou goest to th' grange or mill.

DORCAS. If to either, thou dost ill.

AUTOLYCUS. Neither.

DORCAS. What, neither?

AUTOLYCUS. Neither.

DORCAS. Thou hast sworn my love to be.

MOPSA. Thou hast sworn it more to me.

Then whither goest? Say, whither?

CLOWN. We'll have this song out anon by ourselves; my father and

the gentlemen are in sad talk, and we'll not trouble them. Come,

bring away thy pack after me. Wenches, I'll buy for you both.

Pedlar, let's have the first choice. Follow me, girls.

Exit with DORCAS and MOPSA

AUTOLYCUS. And you shall pay well for 'em.

Exit AUTOLYCUS, Singing

Will you buy any tape,

Or lace for your cape,

My dainty duck, my dear-a?

Any silk, any thread,

Any toys for your head,

Of the new'st and fin'st, fin'st wear-a?

Come to the pedlar;

Money's a meddler

That doth utter all men's ware-a.

Re-enter SERVANT

SERVANT. Master, there is three carters, three shepherds, three

neat-herds, three swineherds, that have made themselves all men

of hair; they call themselves Saltiers, and they have dance which

the wenches say is a gallimaufry of gambols, because they are not

in't; but they themselves are o' th' mind, if it be not too rough

for some that know little but bowling, it will please

plentifully.

SHEPHERD. Away! We'll none on't; here has been too much homely

foolery already. I know, sir, we weary you.

POLIXENES. You weary those that refresh us. Pray, let's see these

four threes of herdsmen.

SERVANT. One three of them, by their own report, sir, hath danc'd

before the King; and not the worst of the three but jumps twelve

foot and a half by th' squier.

SHEPHERD. Leave your prating; since these good men are pleas'd, let

them come in; but quickly now.

SERVANT. Why, they stay at door, sir. Exit

Here a dance of twelve SATYRS

POLIXENES. [To SHEPHERD] O, father, you'll know more of that

hereafter.

[To CAMILLO] Is it not too far gone? 'Tis time to part them.

He's simple and tells much. [To FLORIZEL] How now, fair

shepherd!

Your heart is full of something that does take

Your mind from feasting. Sooth, when I was young

And handed love as you do, I was wont

To load my she with knacks; I would have ransack'd

The pedlar's silken treasury and have pour'd it

To her acceptance: you have let him go

And nothing marted with him. If your lass

Interpretation should abuse and call this

Your lack of love or bounty, you were straited

For a reply, at least if you make a care

Of happy holding her.

FLORIZEL. 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 breathe my life

Before this ancient sir, whom, 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 th' northern blasts twice o'er.

POLIXENES. 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.

FLORIZEL. Do, and be witness to't.

POLIXENES. And this my neighbour too?

FLORIZEL. And he, and more

Than he, and men- the earth, the heavens, and all:

That, were I crown'd the most imperial monarch,

Thereof most worthy, were I the fairest youth

That ever made eye swerve, had force and knowledge

More than was ever man's, I would not prize them

Without her love; for her employ them all;

Commend them and condemn them to her service

Or to their own perdition.

POLIXENES. Fairly offer'd.

CAMILLO. This shows a sound affection.

SHEPHERD. But, my daughter,

Say you the like to him?

PERDITA. I cannot speak

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

By th' pattern of mine own thoughts I cut out

The purity of his.

SHEPHERD. 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.

FLORIZEL. O, that must be

I' th' 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.

SHEPHERD. Come, your hand;

And, daughter, yours.

POLIXENES. Soft, swain, awhile, beseech you;

Have you a father?

FLORIZEL. I have, but what of him?

POLIXENES. Knows he of this?

FLORIZEL. He neither does nor shall.

POLIXENES. Methinks a father

Is at the nuptial of his son a guest

That best becomes the table. Pray you, once more,

Is not your father grown incapable

Of reasonable affairs? Is he not stupid

With age and alt'ring rheums? Can he speak, hear,

Know man from man, dispute his own estate?

Lies he not bed-rid, and again does nothing

But what he did being childish?

FLORIZEL. No, good sir;

He has his health, and ampler strength indeed

Than most have of his age.

POLIXENES. By my white beard,

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.

FLORIZEL. I yield all this;

But, for some other reasons, my grave sir,

Which 'tis not fit you know, I not acquaint

My father of this business.

POLIXENES. Let him know't.

FLORIZEL. He shall not.

POLIXENES. Prithee let him.

FLORIZEL. No, he must not.

SHEPHERD. Let him, my son; he shall not need to grieve

At knowing of thy choice.

FLORIZEL. Come, come, he must not.

Mark our contract.

POLIXENES. [Discovering himself] Mark your divorce, young sir,

Whom son I dare not call; thou art too base

To be acknowledg'd- thou a sceptre's heir,

That thus affects 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

Of excellent witchcraft, who of force must know

The royal fool thou cop'st with-

SHEPHERD. O, my heart!

POLIXENES. I'll have thy beauty scratch'd with briers and made

More homely than thy state. For thee, fond boy,

If I may ever know thou dost but sigh

That thou no more shalt see this knack- as never

I mean thou shalt- we'll bar thee from succession;

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

Farre 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, enchantment,

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

PERDITA. 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. [To FLORIZEL] Will't please you, sir, be gone?

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 farther,

But milk my ewes and weep.

CAMILLO. Why, how now, father!

Speak ere thou diest.

SHEPHERD. I cannot speak nor think,

Nor dare to know that which I know. [To FLORIZEL] O sir,

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. [To PERDITA] O cursed wretch,

That knew'st this was the Prince, and wouldst 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

FLORIZEL. Why look you so upon me?

I am but sorry, not afeard; delay'd,

But nothing alt'red. What I was, I am:

More straining on for plucking back; not following

My leash unwillingly.

CAMILLO. 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.

FLORIZEL. I not purpose it.

I think Camillo?

CAMILLO. Even he, my lord.

PERDITA. How often have I told you 'twould be thus!

How often said my dignity would last

But till 'twere known!

FLORIZEL. It cannot fail but by

The violation of my faith; and then

Let nature crush the sides o' th' earth together

And mar the seeds within! Lift up thy looks.

From my succession wipe me, father; I

Am heir to my affection.

CAMILLO. Be advis'd.

FLORIZEL. I am- and by my fancy; if my reason

Will thereto be obedient, I have reason;

If not, my senses, better pleas'd with madness,

Do bid it welcome.

CAMILLO. This is desperate, sir.

FLORIZEL. 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 hides

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,

When he shall miss me- as, in faith, I mean not

To see him any more- cast your good counsels

Upon his passion. Let myself and Fortune

Tug for the time to come. This you may know,

And so deliver: I am put to sea

With her who here I cannot hold on shore.

And most opportune to her 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.

CAMILLO. O my lord,

I would your spirit were easier for advice.

Or stronger for your need.

FLORIZEL. Hark, Perdita. [Takes her aside]

[To CAMILLO] I'll hear you by and by.

CAMILLO. 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.

FLORIZEL. Now, good Camillo,

I am so fraught with curious business that

I leave out ceremony.

CAMILLO. Sir, I think

You have heard of my poor services i' th' love

That I have borne your father?

FLORIZEL. 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.

CAMILLO. Well, my lord,

If you may please to think I love the King,

And through him what's 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,

I'll point you where you shall have such receiving

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 best endeavours in your absence

Your discontenting father strive to qualify,

And bring him up to liking.

FLORIZEL. How, Camillo,

May this, almost a miracle, be done?

That I may call thee something more than man,

And after that trust to thee.

CAMILLO. Have you thought on

A place whereto you'll go?

FLORIZEL. Not any yet;

But as th' 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.

CAMILLO. 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 princess-

For so, I see, she must be- fore Leontes.

She shall be habited as it becomes

The partner of your bed. Methinks I see

Leontes opening his free arms and weeping

His welcomes forth; asks thee there 'Son, forgiveness!'

As 'twere i' th' father's person; kisses the hands

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

'Twixt his unkindness and his kindness- th' one

He chides to hell, and bids the other grow

Faster than thought or time.

FLORIZEL. Worthy Camillo,

What colour for my visitation shall I

Hold up before him?

CAMILLO. 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 you 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.

FLORIZEL. I am bound to you.

There is some sap in this.

CAMILLO. A course more promising

Than a wild dedication of yourselves

To unpath'd waters, undream'd shores, most certain

To miseries enough; no hope to help you,

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,

Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together

Affliction alters.

PERDITA. One of these is true:

I think affliction may subdue the cheek,

But not take in the mind.

CAMILLO. Yea, say you so?

There shall not at your father's house these seven years

Be born another such.

FLORIZEL. My good Camillo,

She is as forward of her breeding as

She is i' th' rear o' our birth.

CAMILLO. I cannot say 'tis pity

She lacks instructions, for she seems a mistress

To most that teach.

PERDITA. Your pardon, sir; for this

I'll blush you thanks.

FLORIZEL. 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.

CAMILLO. My lord,

Fear none of this. I think you know my fortunes

Do all lie there. It shall be so my care

To have you royally appointed as if

The scene you play were mine. For instance, sir,

That you may know you shall not want- one word.

[They talk aside]

Re-enter AUTOLYCUS

AUTOLYCUS. Ha, ha! what a fool Honesty is! and Trust, his sworn brother, a very simple gentleman! I have sold all my trumpery; not a counterfeit stone, not a ribbon, glass, pomander, 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 rememb'red. My clown, who wants but something 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 pinch'd a placket, it was senseless; 'twas nothing to geld a codpiece of a purse; I would have fil'd keys off that hung in chains. No hearing, no feeling, but my sir's song, and admiring the nothing of it. So that in this time of lethargy I pick'd 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 scar'd my choughs from the chaff, I had not left a purse alive in the whole army.

CAMILLO, FLORIZEL, and PERDITA come forward

CAMILLO. Nay, but my letters, by this means being there

So soon as you arrive, shall clear that doubt.

FLORIZEL. And those that you'll procure from King Leontes?

CAMILLO. Shall satisfy your father.

PERDITA. Happy be you!

All that you speak shows fair.

CAMILLO. [seeing AUTOLYCUS] Who have we here?

We'll make an instrument of this; omit

Nothing may give us aid.

AUTOLYCUS. [Aside] If they have overheard me now- why, hanging.

CAMILLO. How now, good fellow! Why shak'st thou so?

Fear not, man; here's no harm intended to thee.

AUTOLYCUS. I am a poor fellow, sir.

CAMILLO. Why, be so still; 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]

AUTOLYCUS. I am a poor fellow, sir. [Aside] I know ye well

enough.

CAMILLO. Nay, prithee dispatch. The gentleman is half flay'd

already.

AUTOLYCUS. Are you in camest, sir? [Aside] I smell the trick

on't.

FLORIZEL. Dispatch, I prithee.

AUTOLYCUS. Indeed, I have had earnest; but I cannot with conscience

take it.

CAMILLO. Unbuckle, unbuckle.

FLORIZEL and AUTOLYCUS exchange garments

Fortunate mistress- let my prophecy

Come home to ye!- 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.

PERDITA. I see the play so lies

That I must bear a part.

CAMILLO. No remedy.

Have you done there?

FLORIZEL. Should I now meet my father,

He would not call me son.

CAMILLO. Nay, you shall have no hat.

[Giving it to PERDITA]

Come, lady, come. Farewell, my friend.

AUTOLYCUS. Adieu, sir.

FLORIZEL. O Perdita, what have we twain forgot!

Pray you a word. [They converse apart]

CAMILLO. [Aside] What I do next shall be to tell the King

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 re-view Sicilia, for whose sight

I have a woman's longing.

FLORIZEL. Fortune speed us!

Thus we set on, Camillo, to th' sea-side.

CAMILLO. The swifter speed the better.

Exeunt FLORIZEL, PERDITA, and CAMILLO

AUTOLYCUS. 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

th' 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 connive

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 honesty to

acquaint the King withal, I would not do't. I hold 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 shop, church, session, hanging, yields a careful man work. CLOWN. See, see; what a man you are now! There is no other way but to tell the King she's a changeling and none of your flesh and blood. SHEPHERD. Nay, but hear me. CLOWN. Nay- but hear me. SHEPHERD. Go to, then. CLOWN. She being none of your flesh and blood, your flesh and blood has not offended the King; and so your flesh and blood is not to be punish'd by him. Show those things you found about her, those secret things- all but what she has with her. This being done, let the law go whistle; I warrant you. SHEPHERD. I will tell the King all, every word- yea, and his son's pranks too; who, I may say, is no honest man, neither to his father nor to me, to go about to make me the King's brother-in-law. CLOWN. Indeed, brother-in-law was the farthest off you could have been to him; and then your blood had been the dearer by I know how much an ounce. AUTOLYCUS. [Aside] Very wisely, puppies! SHEPHERD. Well, let us to the King. There is that in this fardel will make him scratch his beard. AUTOLYCUS. [Aside] I know not what impediment this complaint may be to the flight of my master. CLOWN. Pray heartily he be at palace. AUTOLYCUS. [Aside] Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance. Let me pocket up my pedlar's excrement. [Takes off his false beard] How now, rustics! Whither are you bound? SHEPHERD. To th' palace, an it like your worship. AUTOLYCUS. Your affairs there, what, with whom, the condition of that fardel, the place of your dwelling, your names, your ages, of what having, breeding, and anything that is fitting to be known- discover. CLOWN. We are but plain fellows, sir. AUTOLYCUS. A lie: you are rough and hairy. Let me have no lying; it becomes none but tradesmen, and they often give us soldiers the lie; but we pay them for it with stamped coin, not stabbing steel; therefore they do not give us the lie. CLOWN. Your worship had like to have given us one, if you had not taken yourself with the manner. SHEPHERD. Are you a courtier, an't like you, sir? AUTOLYCUS. Whether it like me or no, I am a courtier. Seest thou not the air of the court in these enfoldings? Hath not my gait in it the measure of the court? Receives not thy nose court-odour from me? Reflect I not on thy baseness court-contempt? Think'st thou, for that I insinuate, that toaze from thee thy business, I am therefore no courtier? I am courtier cap-a-pe, and one that will either push on or pluck back thy business there; whereupon I command the to open thy affair. SHEPHERD. My business, sir, is to the King. AUTOLYCUS. What advocate hast thou to him? SHEPHERD. I know not, an't like you. CLOWN. Advocate's the court-word for a pheasant; say you have none. SHEPHERD. None, sir; I have no pheasant, cock nor hen. AUTOLYCUS. How blessed are we that are not simple men! Yet nature might have made me as these are, Therefore I will not disdain. CLOWN. This cannot be but a great courtier. SHEPHERD. His garments are rich, but he wears them not handsomely. CLOWN. He seems to be the more noble in being fantastical. A great man, I'll warrant; I know by the picking on's teeth. AUTOLYCUS. The fardel there? What's i' th' fardel? Wherefore that box? SHEPHERD. Sir, there lies such secrets in this fardel and box which none must know but the King; and which he shall know within this hour, if I may come to th' speech of him. AUTOLYCUS. Age, thou hast lost thy labour. SHEPHERD. Why, Sir? AUTOLYCUS. The King is not at the palace; he is gone aboard a new ship to purge melancholy and air himself; for, if thou be'st capable of things serious, thou must know the King is full of grief. SHEPHERD. So 'tis said, sir- about his son, that should have married a shepherd's daughter. AUTOLYCUS. If that shepherd be not in hand-fast, let him fly; the curses he shall have, the tortures he shall feel, will break the back of man, the heart of monster. CLOWN. Think you so, sir? AUTOLYCUS. Not he alone shall suffer what wit can make heavy and vengeance bitter; but those that are germane to him, though remov'd fifty times, shall all come under the hangman- which, though it be great pity, yet it is necessary. An old sheep-whistling rogue, a ram-tender, to offer to have his daughter come into grace! Some say he shall be ston'd; but that death is too soft for him, say I. Draw our throne into a sheep-cote!- all deaths are too few, the sharpest too easy. CLOWN. Has the old man e'er a son, sir, do you hear, an't like you, sir? AUTOLYCUS. He has a son- who shall be flay'd alive; then 'nointed over with honey, set on the head of a wasp's nest; then stand till he be three quarters and a dram dead; then recover'd again with aqua-vitae or some other hot infusion; then, raw as he is, and in the hottest day prognostication proclaims, shall he be set against a brick wall, the sun looking with a southward eye upon him, where he is to behold him with flies blown to death. But what talk we of these traitorly rascals, whose miseries are to be smil'd at, their offences being so capital? Tell me, for you seem to be honest plain men, what you have to the King. Being something gently consider'd, I'll bring you where he is aboard, tender your persons to his presence, whisper him in your behalfs; and if it be in man besides the King to effect your suits, here is man shall do it. CLOWN. He seems to be of great authority. Close with him, give him gold; and though authority be a stubborn bear, yet he is oft led by the nose with gold. Show the inside of your purse to the outside of his hand, and no more ado. Remember- ston'd and flay'd alive. SHEPHERD. An't please you, sir, to undertake the business for us, here is that gold I have. I'll make it as much more, and leave this young man in pawn till I bring it you. AUTOLYCUS. After I have done what I promised? SHEPHERD. Ay, sir. AUTOLYCUS. Well, give me the moiety. Are you a party in this business? CLOWN. In some sort, sir; but though my case be a pitiful one, I hope I shall not be flay'd out of it. AUTOLYCUS. O, that's the case of the shepherd's son! Hang him, he'll be made an example. CLOWN. Comfort, good comfort! We must to the King and show our strange sights. He must know 'tis none of your daughter nor my sister; we are gone else. Sir, I will give you as much as this old man does, when the business is performed; and remain, as he says, your pawn till it be brought you. AUTOLYCUS. I will trust you. Walk before toward the sea-side; go on the right-hand; I will but look upon the hedge, and follow you. CLOWN. We are blest in this man, as I may say, even blest. SHEPHERD. Let's before, as he bids us. He was provided to do us good. Exeunt SHEPHERD and CLOWN AUTOLYCUS. If I had a mind to be honest, I see Fortune would not suffer me: she drops booties in my mouth. I am courted now with a double occasion- gold, and a means to do the Prince my master good; which who knows how that may turn back to my advancement? I will bring these two moles, these blind ones, aboard him. If he think it fit to shore them again, and that the complaint they have to the King concerns him nothing, let him call me rogue for being so far officious; for I am proof against that title, and what shame else belongs to't. To him will I present them. There may be matter in it. Exit

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ACT V. SCENE I. Sicilia. The palace of LEONTES

Enter LEONTES, CLEOMENES, DION, PAULINA, and OTHERS

CLEOMENES. Sir, you have done enough, and have perform'd

A saint-like sorrow. No fault could you make

Which you have not redeem'd; indeed, paid down

More penitence than done trespass. At the last,

Do as the heavens have done: forget your evil;

With them forgive yourself.

LEONTES. Whilst I remember

Her and her virtues, I cannot forget

My blemishes in them, and so still think of

The wrong I did myself; which was so much

That heirless it hath made my kingdom, and

Destroy'd the sweet'st companion that e'er man

Bred his hopes out of.

PAULINA. True, too true, my lord.

If, one by one, you wedded all the world,

Or from the all that are took something good

To make a perfect woman, she you kill'd

Would be unparallel'd.

LEONTES. I think so. Kill'd!

She I kill'd! I did so; but thou strik'st me

Sorely, to say I did. It is as bitter

Upon thy tongue as in my thought. Now, good now,

Say so but seldom.

CLEOMENES. Not at all, good lady.

You might have spoken a thousand things that would

Have done the time more benefit, and grac'd

Your kindness better.

PAULINA. You are one of those

Would have him wed again.

DION. If you would not so,

You pity not the state, nor the remembrance

Of his most sovereign name; consider little

What dangers, by his Highness' fail of issue,

May drop upon his kingdom and devour

Incertain lookers-on. What were more holy

Than to rejoice the former queen is well?

What holier than, for royalty's repair,

For present comfort, and for future good,

To bless the bed of majesty again

With a sweet fellow to't?

PAULINA. There is none worthy,

Respecting her that's gone. Besides, the gods

Will have fulfill'd their secret purposes;

For has not the divine Apollo said,

Is't not the tenour of his oracle,

That King Leontes shall not have an heir

Till his lost child be found? Which that it shall,

Is all as monstrous to our human reason

As my Antigonus to break his grave

And come again to me; who, on my life,

Did perish with the infant. 'Tis your counsel

My lord should to the heavens be contrary,

Oppose against their wills. [To LEONTES] Care not for issue;

The crown will find an heir. Great Alexander

Left his to th' worthiest; so his successor

Was like to be the best.

LEONTES. Good Paulina,

Who hast the memory of Hermione,

I know, in honour, O that ever I

Had squar'd me to thy counsel! Then, even now,

I might have look'd upon my queen's full eyes,

Have taken treasure from her lips-

PAULINA. And left them

More rich for what they yielded.

LEONTES. Thou speak'st truth.

No more such wives; therefore, no wife. One worse,

And better us'd, would make her sainted spirit

Again possess her corpse, and on this stage,

Where we offend her now, appear soul-vex'd,

And begin 'Why to me'-

PAULINA. Had she such power,

She had just cause.

LEONTES. She had; and would incense me

To murder her I married.

PAULINA. I should so.

Were I the ghost that walk'd, I'd bid you mark

Her eye, and tell me for what dull part in't

You chose her; then I'd shriek, that even your ears

Should rift to hear me; and the words that follow'd

Should be 'Remember mine.'

LEONTES. Stars, stars,

And all eyes else dead coals! Fear thou no wife;

I'll have no wife, Paulina.

PAULINA. Will you swear

Never to marry but by my free leave?

LEONTES. Never, Paulina; so be blest my spirit!

PAULINA. Then, good my lords, bear witness to his oath.

CLEOMENES. You tempt him over-much.

PAULINA. Unless another,

As like Hermione as is her picture,

Affront his eye.

CLEOMENES. Good madam-

PAULINA. I have done.

Yet, if my lord will marry- if you will, sir,

No remedy but you will- give me the office

To choose you a queen. She shall not be so young

As was your former; but she shall be such

As, walk'd your first queen's ghost, it should take joy

To see her in your arms.

LEONTES. My true Paulina,

We shall not marry till thou bid'st us.

PAULINA. That

Shall be when your first queen's again in breath;

Never till then.

Enter a GENTLEMAN

GENTLEMAN. One that gives out himself Prince Florizel,

Son of Polixenes, with his princess- she

The fairest I have yet beheld- desires access

To your high presence.

LEONTES. What with him? He comes not

Like to his father's greatness. His approach,

So out of circumstance and sudden, tells us

'Tis not a visitation fram'd, but forc'd

By need and accident. What train?

GENTLEMAN. But few,

And those but mean.

LEONTES. His princess, say you, with him?

GENTLEMAN. Ay; the most peerless piece of earth, I think,

That e'er the sun shone bright on.

PAULINA. O Hermione,

As every present time doth boast itself

Above a better gone, so must thy grave

Give way to what's seen now! Sir, you yourself

Have said and writ so, but your writing now

Is colder than that theme: 'She had not been,

Nor was not to be equall'd.' Thus your verse

Flow'd with her beauty once; 'tis shrewdly ebb'd,

To say you have seen a better.

GENTLEMAN. Pardon, madam.

The one I have almost forgot- your pardon;

The other, when she has obtain'd your eye,

Will have your tongue too. This is a creature,

Would she begin a sect, might quench the zeal

Of all professors else, make proselytes

Of who she but bid follow.

PAULINA. How! not women?

GENTLEMAN. Women will love her that she is a woman

More worth than any man; men, that she is

The rarest of all women.

LEONTES. Go, Cleomenes;

Yourself, assisted with your honour'd friends,

Bring them to our embracement. Exeunt

Still, 'tis strange

He thus should steal upon us.

PAULINA. Had our prince,

Jewel of children, seen this hour, he had pair'd

Well with this lord; there was not full a month

Between their births.

LEONTES. Prithee no more; cease. Thou know'st

He dies to me again when talk'd of. Sure,

When I shall see this gentleman, thy speeches

Will bring me to consider that which may

Unfurnish me of reason.

Re-enter CLEOMENES, with FLORIZEL, PERDITA, and

ATTENDANTS

They are come.

Your mother was most true to wedlock, Prince;

For she did print your royal father off,

Conceiving you. Were I but twenty-one,

Your father's image is so hit in you

His very air, that I should call you brother,

As I did him, and speak of something wildly

By us perform'd before. Most dearly welcome!

And your fair princess- goddess! O, alas!

I lost a couple that 'twixt heaven and earth

Might thus have stood begetting wonder as

You, gracious couple, do. And then I lost-

All mine own folly- the society,

Amity too, of your brave father, whom,

Though bearing misery, I desire my life

Once more to look on him.

FLORIZEL. By his command

Have I here touch'd Sicilia, and from him

Give you all greetings that a king, at friend,

Can send his brother; and, but infirmity,

Which waits upon worn times, hath something seiz'd

His wish'd ability, he had himself

The lands and waters 'twixt your throne and his

Measur'd, to look upon you; whom he loves,

He bade me say so, more than all the sceptres

And those that bear them living.

LEONTES. O my brother-

Good gentleman!- the wrongs I have done thee stir

Afresh within me; and these thy offices,

So rarely kind, are as interpreters

Of my behind-hand slackness! Welcome hither,

As is the spring to th' earth. And hath he too

Expos'd this paragon to th' fearful usage,

At least ungentle, of the dreadful Neptune,

To greet a man not worth her pains, much less

Th' adventure of her person?

FLORIZEL. Good, my lord,

She came from Libya.

LEONTES. Where the warlike Smalus,

That noble honour'd lord, is fear'd and lov'd?

FLORIZEL. Most royal sir, from thence; from him whose daughter

His tears proclaim'd his, parting with her; thence,

A prosperous south-wind friendly, we have cross'd,

To execute the charge my father gave me

For visiting your Highness. My best train

I have from your Sicilian shores dismiss'd;

Who for Bohemia bend, to signify

Not only my success in Libya, sir,

But my arrival and my wife's in safety

Here where we are.

LEONTES. The blessed gods

Purge all infection from our air whilst you

Do climate here! You have a holy father,

A graceful gentleman, against whose person,

So sacred as it is, I have done sin,

For which the heavens, taking angry note,

Have left me issueless; and your father's blest,

As he from heaven merits it, with you,

Worthy his goodness. What might I have been,

Might I a son and daughter now have look'd on,

Such goodly things as you!

Enter a LORD

LORD. Most noble sir,

That which I shall report will bear no credit,

Were not the proof so nigh. Please you, great sir,

Bohemia greets you from himself by me;

Desires you to attach his son, who has-

His dignity and duty both cast off-

Fled from his father, from his hopes, and with

A shepherd's daughter.

LEONTES. Where's Bohemia? Speak.

LORD. Here in your city; I now came from him.

I speak amazedly; and it becomes

My marvel and my message. To your court

Whiles he was hast'ning- in the chase, it seems,

Of this fair couple- meets he on the way

The father of this seeming lady and

Her brother, having both their country quitted

With this young prince.

FLORIZEL. Camillo has betray'd me;

Whose honour and whose honesty till now

Endur'd all weathers.

LORD. Lay't so to his charge;

He's with the King your father.

LEONTES. Who? Camillo?

LORD. Camillo, sir; I spake with him; who now

Has these poor men in question. Never saw I

Wretches so quake. They kneel, they kiss the earth;

Forswear themselves as often as they speak.

Bohemia stops his ears, and threatens them

With divers deaths in death.

PERDITA. O my poor father!

The heaven sets spies upon us, will not have

Our contract celebrated.

LEONTES. You are married?

FLORIZEL. We are not, sir, nor are we like to be;

The stars, I see, will kiss the valleys first.

The odds for high and low's alike.

LEONTES. My lord,

Is this the daughter of a king?

FLORIZEL. She is,

When once she is my wife.

LEONTES. That 'once,' I see by your good father's speed,

Will come on very slowly. I am sorry,

Most sorry, you have broken from his liking

Where you were tied in duty; and as sorry

Your choice is not so rich in worth as beauty,

That you might well enjoy her.

FLORIZEL. Dear, look up.

Though Fortune, visible an enemy,

Should chase us with my father, pow'r no jot

Hath she to change our loves. Beseech you, sir,

Remember since you ow'd no more to time

Than I do now. With thought of such affections,

Step forth mine advocate; at your request

My father will grant precious things as trifles.

LEONTES. Would he do so, I'd beg your precious mistress,

Which he counts but a trifle.

PAULINA. Sir, my liege,

Your eye hath too much youth in't. Not a month

Fore your queen died, she was more worth such gazes

Than what you look on now.

LEONTES. I thought of her

Even in these looks I made. [To FLORIZEL] But your petition

Is yet unanswer'd. I will to your father.

Your honour not o'erthrown by your desires,

I am friend to them and you. Upon which errand

I now go toward him; therefore, follow me,

And mark what way I make. Come, good my lord. Exeunt