A Winter's Tale

Mamiluis speaking to Hermione

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Leontes is jealous

Too hot, too hot!

To mingle friendship far is mingling bloods.

I have tremor cordis on me; my haert dances, 

But not for joy; not for 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 practic'd smiles,

As in a looking-glass; and then to sigh, as 'twere

The mort o' th' deer - O, that is entertainment.

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Leontes is jealous

Affection! thy intention stabs the centre.

Thou dost make possible things not so held,

Communicat'st with dreams (how can this be?),

With what's unreal thou co-active art, 

And fellow'st nothing. Then 'tis very credent

Thou mayst co-join with something, and thou dost

(And that beyond commission), and I find it

(And that to the infection of my brains

And hardening of my brows).

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Camillo

Good my lord, be cur'd

Of this diseas'd opinion, and betimes,

For 'tis most dangerous.

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Leontes

Were my wive's liver 

Infected as her life, she would not live 

The running of one glass.

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Camillo speaking to Leontes

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.

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Camillo speaking to Polixenes, King of Bohemia

There is a sickeness

Which puts some of us in distemper, but

I cannot name the disease, and it is caught 

Of you that yet are well.

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Polixenes, King of Bohemia speaking to Camillo

O then, my best blood turn

To an infected jelly, and my name

Be yok'd with his that did betray the Best!

Turn then my freshest reputation to

A savor that may strike the dullest nostril

Where I arrive, and my approach be shunn'd,

Nay, hated too, worse than the great'st infection

That e'er was heard or read!

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Leontes speaking to Antigonus and Lords

There may be in the cup

A spider steep'd, and one may drink; depart,

And yet partake no venom (for his knowledge

Is not infected), but if one present

Th' abhorr'd ingredient to his eye, make known 

How he hath drunk, he cracks his gorge, his sides, 

With violent hefts. I have drunk, and seen teh spider.

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Leontes speaking - note disjointed style: passion over reason

Praise her but for this her without-door form

(Which on my faith deserves high speech) and straight

The shrug, the hum or ha (these petty brands

That calumny doth use - O, I am out - 

That mercy does, for calumny will sear

Virtue itself), these shurgs, these hums and ha's, 

When you have said she's goodly, come between 

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 adult'ress.

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Polixenes, King of Bohemia speaking to his son Florizel

I'll have they 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...

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Archidamus speaking to Camillo in the opening scene

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.

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Polixenes (Bohemia) speaking to Hermoine

We were, fair queen,

Two lads that thought there was no more behind

But such a day to-morrow as to-day,

And to be boy eternal.

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Leontes speaking to Hermoine

No, in good ernest.

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...

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Paulina speaking to Leontes

Good queen, my lord, good queen, I say good queen,

And would by combat make her good, so were I

A man, the worst about you.

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Paulina speaking to Leontes after Mamilius died

This news is mortal to the Queen. Look down

And see what death is doing.

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Leontes' turning point

Take her hence;

Her heart is but o'ercharg'd; she will recover.

I have to much believ'd mine own suspicion.

Beseech you tenderly apply to her

Some remedies for life.

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Antigonus abandoning the baby

Come, poor babe.

I have heard (but not believ'd) the spirits o' th' dead

May walk again. If such thing be, they mother

Appear'd to me last night; for ne'er was dream

So like a waking. To me comes a creature, 

Sometimes her head on one side, some another - 

I never saw a vessel of like sorrow

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Antigonus

I do believe

Hermoine haath suffer'd death, and that

Apollo would (this being indeed the issue

Of King Polixenes) it should here be laid, 

Either for life or death, upon the earth

Of its right father. Blossom, speed thee well!

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Antigonus

A savage clamor!

Well may I get aboard! This is the chase;

I am gone for ever. 

[Exit pursued by a bear]

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Shepherd finds Perdita

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Shepherd

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Time/Chorus

Impute it not a crime

To me, or my swift passage, that I slide

O'er sixteen years and leave the growth untried

Of that wide gap, since it is in my pow'r 

To o'erthrow law...

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Time/Chorus

I turn my glass, and give my scene such growing

As you had slept between. Leontes leaving - 

Th' effects of his fond jealousies so grieving

That he shuts up himself - imagine me, 

Gentle spectators, that I nwo may be

In fair Bohemia, and rememebr well,

I mentioned a son' th' King's, which Florizel

I now name to you; and with speed so pace

To speak of Perdita, now grown in grace

Equal with wondering...

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Autolycus' song

When daffadils begin to peer, 

With heigh, the doxy over teh dale!

Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year, 

For the red blood reigns in teh winter's pale

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Leontes to Florizel - this welcome reverses Leonte's earlier rejection of Florizel's father 

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?

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Autolycus -disguise

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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 hoe that may turn back to my advancement? I will bring these two moles, these blind ones, aboard him...

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Autolycus

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Florizel speaking to Perdita 

These your unusual weeds to each part of yuo

Does 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.

O Doricles, 

your praises are too large. But that your youth, 

And the true blood which peeps fairly thorugh't,

Do plainly give you out an unstran'd shepherd, 

With wisdom I might fear, my Doricles, 

You woo'd me the false way.

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 teh present deeds, 

That all your acts are queens.

This dream of mine

Being now awake, I'll queen it no inch farther,

But milk my ewes and weep.

The gods themselves

(Humbling their deities to love) have taken

The shapes of beasts upon them.

Mark your divorce young sir.

Whom son I dare not call. Thou art too base

To be acknowledged. Thou, a sceptre's heir,

That thus affects a sheep-hook!

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, 

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.

I like your silence, it the more shows off 

Your wonder; but yet speak. First, you, my liege;

Comes it not something near?

As now she might have done, 

So much to my good comfort as it is

Now piercing to my soul. O, thus she stood,

Even with such life of majesty...

Music! awake her! strike!

Tis time; descend; be stone no more; approach;

Strike all that look upon with marvel. Come;

I'll fill your grave up. Stir; nay, come away;

Bequeath to death your numbness; for from him

Dear life redeems you. You perceive she stirs.

O she's warm!

If this be magic, let it be an art

Lawful as eating.

Go together, 

Your precious winners all; your exultation

Partake to every one. I, an old turtle,

Will wing me to some wither'd bough, and there

My mate (that's never to be found again)

Lament till I am lost.

The blessed gods

Purge all infection from our air whilest you

Do climate here!