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THE WINTER'S TALE.

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A Comedy in Five A5s,
HY
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE,
AS ARRANGED BY
Miss Mtarg Anderson,
wrru ILLUSTRATIONS 1W
Edwin John Ellis Q Joseph Anderson,
AND) SELEcTIONS FROM THE INCIDENTAL MUSIC BY
ANDREW LEVEY.

LONCfD ON:
Field & Tuer, The Leadenhall 'Press, S.C.
-New York : Scribner & We/ford.

PREFACE.

H& following stage-cdition of "A WVINTER'S TALE," like its various prede-
cessors, may be said to aim at keeping as close to the original play as is
compatible with the requirements of the theatre and the no less exacting
demands of modern taste. Of the larger excisions it is unnecessary to speak, they
are unavoidable; no audience of these days would desire to have the " Winter's
Tale " produced in its entirety. 'But with regard to the minor excisions, it
may be said that no one of these will be found to in any way affect the essential
character and spirit of the play. c4 literal adhesion to the text as it has
been handed down to us would in any case savour of superstition. No one
knows, and no one will ever know, what it was that Shakespeare actually wrote, or in what
condition he left his works. The early quartos were in all probability printed from surrep-
titiously obtained stage-copies, without the sanction either of Shakespeare or of his company;
while the First Folio that Heminge & Condell pitchforked into type so abounds with obvious
blunders-not merely the corrupt spelling which is everywhere visible, but speeches intended for
one actor being given to another, and whole passages being repeated on the same page-that any
scrupulous reproduction of this mutilated text would be mere pedantry. There is, however, one
liberty taken in the following version for which an apology must be made. The final couplet is
borrowed from " cAll's Well that ends Well," for the simple reason that it ofered, from the stage
point of view, a more effective climax than the general conversation with which the " Winter's
Tale" comes to an end. It may at least be pleaded in extenuation that no alien hand has been
called in to add these closing lines.

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DRAMATIS PERSONA.

LEONTES, King of Sicilia ... Mr. FORBES-ROBERTSON.
MAMILLIUS, his son ... ... Miss MABEL HOARE.
CAMILI.O, Mr. J. MACLEAN.
ANTIGONUS, Four Lords of Mr. GEORGE WARDE.
CLEOMENES, Sicilia. Mr. ARTHUR LEWIS.
D[ON. Mr. F. RAPHAEL.
A Councillor. ... ... Mr. A. MASON.
Court Officer ... ... Mr. H. PAGilmEN.
Court Herald ... ... ... Mr. LENNOX.
Officer of Guard ... ... Mr. GALLIFORD.
A GAOLER .-- ... ... Mr. DAVIES.
HERMIONE, Queen to Leontes
jdaughter to Leontes Miss MARYANDERSON.
PERDITA and Hermione

PAUl 1NA, wife to Antigonus
EMILIA, a Lady ...
Ist Lady ... (With Sot
2 nd Lady ... ...
POLI KENES, King of Bohen
FLORIZEL, his son ...
Old Shepherd, reputed fat]
of Perdita ...
Clown, his son ...
AUTOLYCUS, a rogue...
ARCHIDAMUS, a Lord of I
hemia ... ...
MOU-SA
DOR2AS I Shepherdesses.

... Mrs. BILLINGTON.
... Miss HELENA DACRE.
Ig) Miss DESMOND.
... Miss RUSSELL.
mia Mr. F. H. MACKLIN.
... Mr. FULLER MELLISH.
ier
... Mr. W. H. STEPHENS.
... Mr. J. ANDERSON.
... Mr. CHARLES COLLETTE.
Bo-
... Mr. GLEN WINN.
JMiss ZEFFIE TILBURY.
(Miss AYRTON.

Xobles, Citizens, TPriests, Soldiers, ellusicians, Dancers, Shepherds and Herdsmen.

Business Manager

Mr. CHARLES J. ABUD.

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SYNOPSIS OF SCENERY.

ACT I.
SCENE 1.-The Palace of King Leontes W. Telbin.

TABLEAU.
SCENE 2.-Before the Palace. .. W Ilann.

SCENE 3.-Queen Hermione'" Apart-
ments ... ... ... W Telbin.

ACT II.
SCENE i.-Corridor in the Prison ... TV 'Perkins.

TABLEAU.
SCENE 2.-The Queen's Apartments ... It' Telbin.

SCENE 3.-A Desert Country in Bo-
hemia, near the Sea ... IT' Perkins.

ACT III.
SCENE i.-The Palace of Justice ... K Hann.

Sixteenyears are sutpposed to elapse between c4cts III. V.

Stage Manager for Miss ANDERSON

ACT IV.
SCENE i.-The Palace of King Polix-
enes. in Bohemia ... H 'Perkins.

SCENE 2.-A Roadside ...s ... ... Hawe Craven.

TABLEAU.
Sc.NF.: 3.-A Pastoral Scene ... ...

ACT V.
SCi!NE J.-Sicilia, King Leontes' Palace

SCF NE 2.-Before the Palace ... ...

Hawes Craven.

W. Hann.

TABLEAU.
SCENE 3.-A Hall in Paulina's House... W. Hann.

The Pastoral MV-c (' Shephrds' Dance," &c.) and "Hymn to Aplao,"
composed 6 Mr. ANDREW LEVEY.
The Processional and Statue M.Uic by Mr. Y. M. COWARD.
The Da.ces arranged by Mr. A. LA URA INE.

- - - Mr. NAPIER LOTHIAN, Junr.

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THE WINTER'S TALE.

Ad I.
SCENE I.-SICILIc4. c 'OO OF STC41T. 1IN THS 'Pc4Lc4C.
nter CAMILLO and ARCHIDAMUS.
crchidamus.
I-F you shall chance, Camillo, to s
Bohemia, on the like occasion whereon
my services are now on foot, you shall
see, as I have said, great difference be-
twixt our Bohemia and your Sicilia. We
cannot with such magnificence-in so rare-
I know not what to hay.-We will givc
yusleepy drinks, that your senses, un-
intelligent of our insufficience, may.
-.though they cannot praise us, as
little accuse us.
Cam. I think, this consing summer
the king of Sicilia means to pay Bo-
hemnia the visitation which he just])

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owes him. Sicilia cannot show himself over-kind to
Bohemia. They were trained together in their child-
hoods; and there rooted betwixt them then such an affec-
tion 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 attorneyed, with interchange of gifts, letters.
loving embassies. The heavens continue their loves!
clrch. I think there is not in the world either malice
or matter to alter it. You have an unspeakable comfort
of your young prince Mamillius; it is a gentleman of the
greatest promise that ever came into my note.
Cam. I very well agree with you in the hopes of him:
it is a gallant child; makes old hearts fresh; they that
went on crutches ere he was born, desire yet their life to
see him a man.
crch. Would they else be content to die
Cam. Yes; if there were no other excuse why they
should desire to live.
ctrch. If the king had no son they would desire to live
on crutches till he had one.

Andani. l-tF-t-

I Snier LEONTES, POLIXENES, HERMIONE, MA.MILLIUS,
CAMILLO, and Attendants.
'Po/. 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 filled up, my brother, with our thanks;
And yet we should, for perpetuity,
Go hence in debt: and therefore, like a cipher.
Yet standing in rich place, I multiply,
With one we-thank-you, many thousands more
That go before it.
Leon. Stay your thanks awhile,
And pay them when you part.
Pol. Sir, that's to-morrow.
I am questioned by my fears of what may chance
Or breed upon our absence: Besides, I have stayed
To tire your royalty.
Leon. We are tougher, brother,
Than you can put us to 't.
PoL. No longer stay.
Leon. One seven-night longer.
sPol. Very sooth, to-morrow.
Leon. We'll part the time between 's then; and in that
I'll no gainsaying.

ACT I. SCEANE I.

ePol. Press me not, beseech you, so;
There is no tongue that moves, none, none i' the world,
So soon as yours could win me.
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
All in Bohemia's well. Say this to him,
He's beat from his best ward.
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 adventure
The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia
You take my lord, I'll give him my commission,
To let him there a month behind the gest
Prefixed for 's parting: yet, good deed, Leontes,
I love thee not a jar o' the clock behind
What lady-she her lord.-You'll stay
'Pol. No, madam.
Her. Nay, but you will
'Pol. I may not, verily.
Her. Verily !
You put me off with limber vows; but I,

Though you would seek to unsphere the stars with oaths,
Should you say, Sir, no going. Verily,
You shall not go; a lady's verily 's
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,
One of them you shall be.
R1ot. Your guest then, madam:
To be your prisoner should import offending;
Which is for me less easy to commit
Than you to punish.
Her. Not your gaoler, then.
But your kind hostess. Come, I'll question you
Of my lord's tricks and yours when you were boys:
You were pretty lordlings then
'POl. We were, fair queen,
Twa lads that thought there was no more behind,
But such a day to-morrow as to-day.
And to be boy eternal.
/ir. Was not my lord the verier wag o' the two
'Pol. We were as twinned lambs that did frisk i' the sun,
And bleat the one at th' other: we knew not
The doctrine of ill-doing, nor dreamed

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THE WINTER'S TeCLE.

Thaf any did. Had we pursued that life,
And our weak spirits ne'er been higher reared
With stronger blood, we should have answered heaven
Boldly, ONsot guilty ;-the imposition cleared,
Hereditary ours.
Her. By this we gather,
You have tripped since.
'Po/. 0, my most sacred lady,
Temptations have since then been born to us ! for
In those unfledged days was my wife a girl;
Your precious self had then not crossed the eyes
Of my young play-fellow.
Her. Grace to boot! Yet, go on;
The offences we have made you do, we'll answer.
Leon. Is he won yet
Her. He'll stay, my lord.
Leon. At my request he would not.
Hermione, my dear'st, thou never spok'st
To better purpose.
Her. Never
Le-on. Never,' but once.
Her. What! have I twice said well; when was't before
I prithee, tell me. One good deed dying tongueless,
Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that.
Our praises are our wages. You may ride us

With one soft kiss a thousand furlongs e'er
With spur we '11 heat an acre; but to the goal
My last good deed was to entreat his stay;
What was my first
Nay, let me have 't; I long.
Leon. Why, that was when
Three crabbed months had soured themselves to death,
Ere I could make thee open thy white hand,
And clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter,
J am yoursfor ever.
Her. Why, lo you now, I have spoke to the purpose
twice;
The one for ever earned a royal husband;
The other for some while a friend.

[Giving her hand to POLIXENFS.

Leon. [ciside.] To mingle friendship far, is mingling
bloods.
I have tremor cordis on me,-my heart dances,-
But not for joy,-not joy.-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,

e4CT I. SCEV:CE .

As in a looking-glass ;-and then to sigh, as 't were
The mort o' the deer: 0, that is entertainment
My bosom likes not, nor my brows !-Mamillius,
Art thou my boy
dWam. Ay, my good lord.
Leon. I' fecks
Why, that's my bawcock. What, hast smutched thy
nose -
They say, it is a copy out of mine. Come, captain,
We must be neat !-not neat, but cleanly, captain.
Still virginalling

[Observing POLIXENES and HERMIONE.

Upon his palm -How now, you wanton calf
Art thou my calf
dMam. Yes, if you will, my lord.
Leon. Thou want'st a rough pash, and the shoots that
I have,
To be full like me:-yet, they say we are
Almost as like as eggs; women say so,
That will say anything. Come, sir page,
Look on me with your welkin eye: sweet villain!
Most dear'st! my collop -Can thy dam -may't be-
'Pol. What means Sicilia
Her. He something seems unsettled.
C

CPol. How is 't with you, best brother
HAr. You look as if you held a brow of much distrac-
tion:
Are you moved, my lord
Leon. No, in good earnest.-
[c s:Ide.] How sometimes nature will betray its folly,
It's tenderness, and make itself a pastime
To harder bosoms !-My brother,
Are you so fond of your young prince, as we
Do seem to be of ours
'Po. If at home, sir,
He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter;
Now my sworn friend, and then mine enemy;
Leon. So stands this squire
Offictd with me. We two will walk, my lord,
And leave you to your graver steps.-Hermione,
How thou lov'st us, show in our brother's welcome;
Next to thyself and my young rover, he 's
Apparent to my heart.
Her. If you would seek us,
We are yours i' the garden : shall 's attend you there
Leon. To your own bents dispose you: you'll be found,
Be you beneath the sky.-[c4side.] I am angling now,
Though you perceive me not how I give line.

Go to, go to!

[Observing POLIXENES and HERMioNE.

How she holds up the neb, the bill to him!
And arms her with the boldness of a wife
To her allowing husband! Gone already!-
[Sxeunt POLIXENES, HERMIONE, and Attendants.

Go play, boy, play !-thy mother plays, and I
Play too; but so disgraced a part, whose issue
Will hiss me to my grave; contempt and clamour
Will be my knell.-Go play, boy, play !-There have been,
(6xit MAMILLIUS.
And many a man there is, even at this present,
(Now, while I speak this,) holds his wife by th' arm,
That little thinks. Should all despair
That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind
Would hang themselves. Physic for 't there's none.
What, Camillo there
Cam. Ay, my good lord.
Leon. Camillo, this great sir will yet stay longer.
Cam. You had much ado to make his anchor hold:
When you cast out, it still came home.
Leon. Didst note it
Cam. He would not stay at your petitions; made
His business more material.

Leon. Didst perceive it
[elside.] They're here with me already; whispering,
rounding,
Sicilia is a-so-forih: 'T is far gone
When I shall gust it last.-How came 't, Camillo,
That he did stay
Cam. To satisfy your highness, and the entreaties
Of our most gracious mistress.
Leon. Satisfy
The entreaties of your mistress -satisfy I-
Let that suffice. I have trusted thee, Camillo,
With all the near'st things to my heart, as well
My chamber-councils, wherein, priest-like, thou
Thy penitent reformed: but we have been
Deceived in they integrity, deceived
In that which seems so.
Cam. Beseech your grace,
Be plainer with me; let me know my trespass
By its own visage: if I then deny it,
'T is none of:mine.
Leon. Have not you heard, Camillo,
(For to a vision so apparent rumour
Cannot be mute,) or thought, (for cogitation
Resides not in that man that does not think it,)
My wife is slippery If thou wilt confess,

THE WI C7TER'S TCoLE.

e4CT 1. SCENE 1.

(Or else be impudently negative,
To have nor eyes, nor ears, nor thought,) then say
My wife's not honest; say 't, and justify 't.
Cam. I would not be a stander-by to hear
My sovereign mistress clouded so, without
My present vengeance taken: 'shrew my heart,
You never spoke what did become you less
Than this; which to reiterate were sin
As deep as that, though true.
Leon. Is whispering nothing
Leaning cheek to cheek Skulking in corners
Wishing clocks more swift Is this nothing
Why, then, the world, and all that 's in 't is nothing;
The covering sky is nothing; Bohemia nothing;
My wife is nothing.
Cam. Good my lord, be cured
Of this diseased opinion, and betimes;
For it is dangerous.
Leon. Say it be; 't is true.
Cam. No, no, my lord.
Leon. I say thou liest, Camillo, and I hate thee.
Were my wife's liver
Infected as her life, she would not live
The running of one glass.

Cam.
c 2

Who does infect her

Leom. Why, he that wears her like her medal, hanging
About his neck, Bohemia: who-if I
Had servants true about me, that bare eyes
To see alike mine honour as their profits,
Their own particular thrifts, they would do that
Which should undo more doing: ay, and thou
His cupbearer,-who may'st see
How I am galled,-mightest bespice a cup.
To give mine enemy a lasting wink;
Which draught to me were cordial.
Cam. Sir, my lord,
I could do this: and that with no rash potion,
But with a lingering dram that should not work
Maliciously like poison: but I cannot
Believe this crack to be in my dread mistress,
So sovereignly being honourable.
Leon. Make that thy question, and go rot!
Dost think I am so muddy, so unsettled,
To appoint myself in this vexation
Give scandal to the blood o' the prince my son,-
Who I do think is mine, and love as mine,-
Without ripe moving to 't -Would I do this
Camt. I must believe you, sir;
I do; and will fetch off Bohemia for 't;
Provided that, when he's removed, your highness

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THE WIN7TE-R'S Tc4LE.

Will take again your queen as yours at first.
Even for your son's sake.
Leon. Thou dost advise me,
Even as I mine own course have set down:
I'll give no blemish to her honour, none.
Cam. My lord,
Go then; and with a countenance as clear
As friendship wears at feasts, keep with Bohemia,

And with your queen. I am his cupbearer;
If from me he have wholesome beverage,
Account me not your servant.
Leon. This is all;-
Do 't, and thou hast the one half of my heart;
Do 't not, and thou splitt'st thine own.
Cam. I'll do 't, my lord.
Leon. I will seem friendly, as thou hast advised me.
[Sxit.

SCENE II.-Ge R;g)D67S 'BEFOqRT THE PeT4LcAC9.

nter CAMILLO.
Camillo.
Oas MISERABLE lady !-But, for me,
What case stand I in I must be the poisoner
Of good Polixenes; and my ground to do 't
Is the obedience to a master; one,
Who, in rebellion with himself, will have
All that are his so too.-To do this deed,
Promotion follows: if I could find example

Of thousands that have struck anointed kings
And flourished after, I'd not do 't. I must
Forsake the court: to do 't, or no, is certain
To me a break-neck. Happy star reign now !
Here comes Bohemia.
Suter POLIXENES.
Pol. This is strange! methinks
My favour here begins to warp. Not speak -
Good day, Camillo.

e4CT 1. SCENE II.

Cam. Hail, most royal sir I
Pol. What is the news i' the court
Cam. None rare, my lord.
PoL. The king hath on him such a countenance
As he had lost some province, and a region
Loved as he loves himself: even now I met him
With customary compliment; when he,
Wafting his eyes to the contrary, and falling
A lip of much contempt, speeds from me; and
So leaves me to consider what is breeding
That changes thus his manners.
Cam. I dare not know, my lord.
'Pol. How! dare not!
Cam. There is a sickness
Which puts some of us in a distemper, but
I cannot name the disease, and it is caught
Of you that yet are well.
'Pot. How! caught of me
I beseech you,
If you know aught which does behove my knowledge
Thereof to be informed, imprison 't not
In ignorant concealment.
Cam. I may not answer.
'Pol. I must be answered.-Dost thou hear, Camillo
I conjure thee, by all the parts of man

Which honour does acknowledge, that thou declare
What incidency thou dost guess of harm
Is creeping toward me.
Cam. Sir, I will tell you,
Therefore mark my counsel,
Which must be even as swiftly followed as
I mean to utter it, or both yourself and me
Cry lost, and so, good night!
'P0, On, good Camillo.
Cam. I am appointed him to murder you I
'Pot. By whom, Camillo

Cam.

By the king.

'Po!. For what
Cam. He thinks, nay, with all confidence he swears,
As he had seen 't, or been an instrument
To vice you to 't,-that you have touched his queen
Forbiddenly.
'Po0. 0, then my best blood turn
To an infected jelly, and my name
Be yoked with his that did betray the Best
How should this grow
Cam. I know not: but I am sure 't is safer to
Avoid what's grown than question how 't is born.
If therefore you dare trust my honesty,-

THE WIaTE IR'S Trc LE.

That lies enclosed in this trunk, which you
Shall bear along impawned,-away to-night!
Your followers I will whisper to the business;
And will, by twos and threes, at several posterns,
Clear them o' the city. Be not uncertain;
For, by the honour of my parents, I
Have uttered truth.
Po1. I do believe thee;
I saw his heart in 's face. Give me thy hand;
Be pilot to me, and thy places shall
Still neighbour mine. My ships are ready, and

My people did expect my hence departure
Two days ago.-This jealousy
Is for a precious creature: as she 's rare,
Must it be great; and, as his person 's mighty,
Must it be violent. Fear o'ershades me:
Good expedition be my friend! Camillo;
I will respect thee as a father, if
Thou bear'st my life off hence: let us avoid.
Cam. It is in mine authority to command
The keys of all the posterns. Please your highness
To take the urgent hour: come, sir, away I [6xeunt.

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SCENE III.-SICILICI. THS 'PeILIC4, TH6 QU&e&'S elPl'1Tew8NTS.

Suter HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS, and Ladies.
Hermione.
PJ`AKE the boy to you: he so troubles me,
'T is past enduring.
I st Lady. Come, my gracious lord,
Shall I be your playfellow
Afam. No, I'll none of you.

Ist Lady. Why, my sweet lord
Rfam. You'll kiss me hard, and speak to me as if
I were a baby still.-I love you better.
2nd Lady. And why so. my lord
AHam. Not for because
Your brows are blacker; yet black brows, they say,
Become some women best.

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cICT I. SCENE III.

2nd Lady. Who taught you this
Afam. I learned it out of women's faces.-Pray now
What colour are your eyebrows

I st Lady.

Blue, my lord.

eMfam. Nay, that's a mock: I have seen a lady's nose
That has been blue, but not her eyebrows.
2nd Lady. Hark ye; we shall
Present our services to a fine new prince
One of these days ; and then you'd wanton with us,
If we would have you.
Her. What wisdom stirs amongst you -Come, sir,
now

I am for you again: pray you, sit by us,
And tell 'a a tale.
O94am. Merry, or sad, shall 't be
Hae. As merry as you will.
&diam. A sad tale 's best for winter
I have one of sprites and goblins.
Hler. Let's have that, good sir.
Come on, sit down :-come on, and do your best
To fright me with your sprites; you're powerful at it.
RWam. There was a man,-
Her. Nay, come, sit dcwn: then on.
Ream. There was a man dwelt by a chu:rchyard;-
I will tell it softly; yond crickets shall not hear it.
Her. Come on, then
And give 't me in mine ear.

6nter LEONTES, ANrIGONUS, Lords, and otahers.
Leon. Was he met there his train Camillo with
him
ist Lord. Behind the tuft of pines I met them; never
Saw I men scour so on their way: I eyed them
Even to their ships.
Leon. How blessed am I
In my just censure !-in my true opinion

THE WIfITER.'S TcLE.

Camillo was his help in this, his pander:-
There is a plot against my life, my crown;-
That false villain,
Whom I employed, was pre-employed by him:
He has discovered my design, and I
Remain a pinched thing; yea, a very trick
For them to play at will.-How came the posterns
So easily open
ist Lord. By his great authority;
Which often hath no less prevailed than so,
On your command.
Leon. I know 't too well.- [eldvancing
Give me the boy ;-I am glad you did not nurse him:
Though he does bear some signs of me, yet you
Have too much blood in him.
Her. What is this sport
Leon. Bear the boy hence, he shall not come about her;
Away with him !
[&xit MAMILLIUS, with some of the Attendants.
You, my lords,
Look on her, mark her well; be but about
To say, she is a goodly lady, and
The justice of your hearts will thereto add,
'7 is pity she 's not honest, honourable.
Praise her, but for this her without-door form-

Which, on my faith, deserves high speech-
And straight the shrug, the hun, or ha, will come between,
When you have said she 's goodly,
Ere you can say she 's honest: but be 't known,
From him that has most cause to grieve it should be.
She 's an adultress !
Her. Should a villain say so,
The most replenished villain in the world,
He were as much more villain: you, my lord,
Do but mistake.
Leon. You have mistook, my lady,
Polixenes for Leontes.-I have said
She's false; I have said with whom:
More, she's a traitor; and privy
To this their late escape.
Her. No, by my life,
Privy to none of this! How will this grieve you
When you shall come to clearer knowledge, that
You thus have published me! Gentle my loid,
You scarce can right me throughly then, to say
You did mistake.
Leon. No! if I mistake
In those foundations which I build upon,
The centre is not big enough to bear
A schoolboy's top.-Away with her to prison I

c4CT I. SCENE III.

cintigonus and Lords. You are abused and by some
putter on !
Leon. He who shall speak for her is afar off guilty
But that he speaks.
Her. There's some ill planet reigns.

I must be patient.-Good my lords,
I am not prone to weeping, as our sex

Commonly are,-The want of which vain dew
Perchance shall dry your pities,-but I have
That honourable grief lodged here, which burns
Worse than tears drown: beseech you all, my lords,
With thoughts so qualified as your charities
Shall best instruct you, measure me;-and so
The king's will be performed!
Leon. Shall I be heard
[To the Guards.
Her. Who is 't that goes with me -Beseech your
hiehness,
My women may be with me.-Do not weep, good fools;
There i; no cause: when you shall know your mistress
Has deserved prison, then abound in tears:
As I come out: this action I now go on
Is for my better grace.-Adieu, my lord:
I never wished to see you sorry; now
I trust I shall.-My women, come; you have leave.
6xeunt QUEEN and Ladies, with Guards.

THE WXNTE-B('S Tc4LE.

A& II.

SCENE I.-THS OUTSR 9OO6f OF C4 P-XISONC.

enter PAULINA and Attendants.
Paulina.
T nHE keeper of the prison,-call to him
Let him have knowledge who I am.-
(S6xit an Attendant.
Good lady I
No court in Europe is too good for thee!
What dost thou, then, in prison

'Ne-enter Attendant, with thle Gaoler.
Now, good sir,
You know me, do you not
Gaoi. For a worthy lady,
And one who much I honour.

Paul.
Conduct me to the queen.

Pray you, then,

Gaol. I may not, madam: to the contrary
I have express commandment.
'Paul. Here's ado,
To lock up honesty and honour from
The access of gentle visitors !-Is 't lawful, pray you,
To see her women any of them Emilia
Gaol. So please you, madam,
To put apart these your attendants, I
Shail bring Emilia forth.
'Paul. I pray now, call her.-
Withdraw yourselves. [6xeunt Attendants.

eICT II. SCENE I.

Gaol. And, madam,
I must be present at your conference.
'Paul. Well, be it so, prithee. [Sxit GAO
Here 's such ado to make no stain a stain,
As passes colouring.

Re-enter GAOLER with EMILIA.
Dear gentlewoman,
How fares our gracious lady
Smil. As well as one so great and so forlorn
May hold together: on her frights and griefs,
(Which never tender lady hath borne greater,)
She is, something before her time, delivered.
'Paul. A boy
Smil. A daughter; and a goodly babe,
Lusty, and like to live: the queen receives
Much comfort in 't : says, By poor prisoner,
I am innocent as you.

'Paul Pray you, Emilia,
Comme -id my best obedience to the queen;
'LER. If she dares trust me with her little babe,
I'll show 't to the king, and undertake to be
Her ads ocate to the loudest. We do not know
How he may soften at the sight o' the child.
[SXit EMILIA.

Gaol. Madam, if 't please the queen to send the babe,
I know not what I shall incur