ACT I.
[Scene I.] Antechamber in LEONTES' palace.
Enter Camillo and Archidamus.
Arch. If you shall chance, Camillo, to visit [Bohemia],
on the like occasion whereon my services are now on foot,
you shall see, as I have said, great difference betwixt our
Bohemia and your Sicilia.
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Cam. I think, this [coming] summer, the King of Sicilia
means to pay Bohemia the visitation which he justly owes
him.
Arch. Wherein our entertainment shall shame [us] we
will be justified in our loves; for indeed—
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Cam. Beseech you,—
Arch. [Verily], I speak it in the freedom of my knowledge:
we cannot with such magnificence—in so rare—I
know not what to say. We will give you sleepy drinks,
that your senses, unintelligent of our insufficience, may,
though they cannot praise us, as little accuse us.
Cam. You pay a great deal too dear for what's given
freely.
Arch. Believe me, I speak as my understanding instructs
me and as mine honesty puts it to utterance.
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Cam. Sicilia cannot show himself over-kind to Bohemia.
They were trained together in their childhoods; and there
rooted betwixt them then such an affection, 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;
that they have seemed to be together, though absent;
shook hands, as over a [vast]; and embraced, as it were, from
the ends of opposed winds. The heavens continue their
Arch. 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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Cam. I very well agree with you in the hopes of him:
it is a gallant child; one that indeed physics the subject,
makes old hearts fresh: they that went on crutches ere he
was born desire yet their life to see him a man.
Arch. Would they else be content to die?
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Cam. Yes; if there were no other excuse why they
should desire to live.
Arch. If the king had no son, they would desire to
live on crutches till he had one. [Exeunt.
LINENOTES:
[ Scene I.] Antechamber....] Theobald. A Palace. Rowe.
[1] [Bohemia] Bithynia Hanmer (and throughout).
[5] [coming] comming F1. common F2 F3 F4.
[8] [us] us, Theobald, us; Ff.
[11] [Verily] F3 F4. Verely F1 F2.
[25] [have] F2 F3 F4. hath F1.
[royally] so royally Collier (Collier MS.).
[26] [gifts] F1 F3 F4. gift F2.
[28] [vast] F1. vast sea F2 F3 F4.
[30] [loves] love Hanmer.
[33] [Mamillius] Mamillus Rowe (ed. 2).
[Scene II.] A room of state in the same.
Enter Leontes, Hermione, Mamillius, Polixenes, [Camillo], [and Attendants].
Pol. Nine changes of the watery star [hath] [been]
The shepherd's note since we have left our throne
Without a burthen: time as long again
Would be fill'd 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 [moe]
That go before it.
Leon. Stay your thanks ;
And pay them when you part.
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Pol. Sir, that's to-morrow.
[I am] question'd by my fears, of what may chance
Or breed upon our [absence]; [that may blow]
[No] sneaping winds at home, to make us say
'This is put forth too [truly]:' besides, I have stay'd
To tire your royalty.
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Leon. We are tougher, brother,
Than you can put us to't.
Pol. No longer stay.
Leon. One [seven-night] longer.
Pol. Very sooth, to-morrow.
Leon. We'll part the time between's, then: and in that
I'll no gainsaying.
Pol. Press me not, [beseech you, so].
There is no tongue that moves, none, none i' the [world],
So soon as yours could win me: so it should now,
Were there necessity in your request, although
'Twere needful I denied it. My affairs
Do even drag me homeward: which to hinder
Were in your love a whip to me; my stay
To you a charge and trouble: to save both,
Farewell, our brother.
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; this satisfaction
The by-gone day proclaim'd: 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,
We'll thwack him hence with distaffs.
Yet of your royal presence 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]
Prefix'd 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?
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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 yet 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.
Pol. 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 lordings then?
Pol. 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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Her. [Was not] my lord
The verier wag o' the two?
Pol. We were as twinn'd lambs that did frisk i' the sun,
And bleat the one at the other: what we changed
Was innocence for innocence; we knew not
The doctrine of ill-doing, [nor dream'd]
That any did. Had we pursued that life,
And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rear'd
With stronger blood, we should have answer'd heaven
Boldly 'not guilty;' the imposition clear'd
Hereditary ours.
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Her. By this we gather
You have tripp'd since.
Pol. O my most sacred lady!
Temptations have since then been born [to's]: for
In those unfledged days was my wife a girl;
Your precious self had then not cross'd the eyes
Of my young play-fellow.
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Of this make no conclusion, [lest] you say
Your queen and I are devils: yet go on;
The offences we have made you do we'll answer,
If you first sinn'd with us and that with us
You did continue fault and that you slipp'd not
With any but with us.
Leon. Is he won yet?
Her. He'll stay, my lord.
Leon. At my request he would not.
Hermione, my [dearest], thou [never] spokest
To better purpose.
Her. Never?
Leon. Never, but once.
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Her. What! have I twice said well? when [was't] before?
I prithee tell me; [cram's] with praise, and make's
As fat as tame things: one good deed dying tongueless
Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that.
Our praises are our wages: you may ride's
With one soft kiss a thousand furlongs ere
With spur we [heat an acre]. But to the goal:
My last good deed was to entreat his stay:
What was my first? it has an elder sister,
Or I mistake you: O, would her name were Grace!
But once before I [spoke] to the [purpose]: when?
Nay, let me have't; I long.
Leon. Why, that was when
Three crabbed months had sour'd themselves to death,
Ere I could make thee open thy white hand,
[And clap] thyself my love: then didst thou utter
'I am yours for ever.'
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Her. ['Tis] Grace indeed.
Why, lo you now, [I have] spoke to the purpose twice:
The one for ever earn'd a royal husband;
The other for some while a [friend].
Leon. [Aside] Too hot, too hot!
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,
As in a [looking-glass], and then to sigh, as 'twere
The mort o' the deer; O, that is entertainment
My bosom likes not, nor my brows! [Mamillius],
Art thou my boy?
Mam. Ay, my good lord.
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Leon. I' fecks!
Why, that's my bawcock. What, [hast] smutch'd thy nose?
[They] say [it is] a copy out of mine. Come, [captain],
We must be neat; not neat, [but] cleanly, captain:
And yet the steer, the [heifer] and the calf
Are all call'd neat.—Still [virginalling]
Upon his palm!—How now, you wanton calf!
Art thou my calf?
Mam. 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 any thing: but were they false
As [o'er-dyed] blacks, as [wind], as waters, false
As dice are to be wish'd by one that fixes
No [bourn] 'twixt his and mine, yet were it true
To say this boy [were] like me. Come, sir page,
Look on me with your [welkin eye]: sweet villain!
Most dear'st! my collop! Can thy [dam?—][may't be?—]
[Affection]! thy intention stabs the centre:
Thou dost make possible things [not so] [held],
Communicatest with [dreams];—how can this be?—
With what's unreal them coactive 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.
Pol. What means Sicilia?
Her. He something seems unsettled.
Pol. [How, my lord!]
[What] cheer? how [is't] with you, [best] brother?
Her. You look
As if you held a brow of much distraction:
[Are you] moved, my lord?
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Leon. No, in good [earnest].
[How] sometimes nature will betray [its] folly,
Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime
To harder bosoms! Looking on the lines
Of my boy's face, [methoughts] I did [recoil]
Twenty-three years, and saw myself unbreech'd,
In my green velvet coat, my dagger muzzled,
Lest it should bite [its] master, and so prove,
As [ornaments] oft [do], too dangerous:
How like, methought, I then was to this kernel,
This squash, this gentleman. Mine honest friend,
Will you take [eggs] for money?
Mam. No, [my lord], I'll fight.
Leon. You [will]! why, happy man [be's] dole! My brother,
Are you so fond of your young prince, as we
Do seem to be of ours?
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Pol. If at home, sir,
He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter:
Now my sworn friend, and then mine enemy;
My parasite, my soldier, statesman, all:
He makes a July's day short as December;
And with his varying [childness] cures in me
Thoughts that [would] [thick] my blood.
Leon. So stands this squire
Officed with me: we two will walk, my lord,
And leave you to your graver steps. Hermione,
How thou lovest us, show in our brother's welcome;
Let what is dear in Sicily be cheap:
Next to thyself and my young rover, he's
Apparent to my heart.
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. [Aside] I am angling now,
Though you perceive me not how I give line.
Go to, go to!
How she holds up the [neb], the bill to him!
And arms her with the boldness of a wife
To her allowing husband!
[[Exeunt] Polixenes, Hermione, and Attendants.
Gone already!
Inch-thick, knee-deep, o'er head and ears a fork'd one!
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,
Or I am much deceived, cuckolds ere now;
And many a man there is, even at this present,
Now while I speak this, holds his wife by the arm,
That little thinks she has been sluiced [in's] absence
And his pond fish'd by his next neighbour, by
Sir Smile, his neighbour: nay, there's comfort in't
Whiles other men have gates and those gates open'd,
As mine, against their will. Should all despair
That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind
Would hang themselves. Physic for't there is none;
It is a bawdy planet, that will strike
Where 'tis predominant; [and 'tis] [powerful], think it,
[From east], west, north and south: be it concluded,
No barricado for a belly; [know't];
It will let in and out the enemy
With bag and baggage: [many] thousand on's
Have the disease, and feel't not. How now, boy!
Mam. I am like you, [they] say.
Leon. [Why], that's some comfort.
[What], Camillo there?
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Cam. Ay, my good lord.
Leon. Go play, [Mamillius]; thou'rt an honest man. [[Exit Mamillius].
[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?
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Cam. He would not stay at your [petitions; made]
His business more material.
Leon. Didst perceive it?
[[Aside] They're here with me already; [whispering, rounding]
'Sicilia [is a so-forth]:' 'tis far gone,
When I shall gust it last. How came't, Camillo,
That he did stay?
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Cam. At the good queen's entreaty.
Leon. At the queen's be't: 'good' should be pertinent;
But, so it is, it is not. Was this taken
By any understanding pate but thine?
For thy conceit [is soaking], will draw in
More than the common blocks: not noted, is't,
But of the finer natures? by some severals
Of head-piece extraordinary? lower messes
Perchance are to this business purblind? say.
Cam. Business, my lord! I think most understand
Bohemia stays here longer.
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Cam. Stays here longer.
Leon. Ay, but why?
Cam. To [satisfy] your highness, and the entreaties
Of our most gracious mistress.
Leon. Satisfy!
The entreaties of your mistress! satisfy!
Let that suffice. [I have] trusted thee, Camillo,
With all the [nearest things to] my heart, [as well]
My chamber-councils; wherein, priest-like, thou
Hast cleansed my bosom, I from thee departed
Thy penitent reform'd: but we have been
Deceived in thy integrity, deceived
In that which seems so.
Cam. Be it forbid, [my lord]!
Leon. To bide upon't, thou art not honest; or,
If thou inclinest that way, thou art a coward,
Which [hoxes] honesty behind, restraining
From course required; or else thou must be counted
A servant grafted in my serious trust
And therein negligent; or else a fool
That seest a game play'd home, the rich stake drawn,
And takest it all for jest.
Cam. My gracious lord,
I may be negligent, foolish and fearful;
In every one of these no man is free,
But that his negligence, his folly, fear,
[Among] the infinite [doings] of the world,
Sometime puts [forth.] In your affairs, [my lord,]
If ever I were wilful-negligent,
It was my folly; if [industriously]
I play'd the fool, it was my negligence,
Not weighing well the end; if ever fearful
To do a thing, where I the issue doubted,
Whereof the execution did cry out
Against the [non-performance], 'twas a fear
Which oft infects the wisest: these, my lord,
Are such allow'd infirmities that honesty
Is never free of. But, beseech your Grace,
Be plainer with me; let me know my trespass
By [its] own visage: if I then deny it,
'Tis none of mine.
Leon. [Ha'] not you seen, Camillo,—
But that's past doubt, you have, or your eye-glass
Is thicker than a cuckold's horn,—or heard,—
For to a vision so apparent rumour
Cannot be mute,—or thought,—for cogitation
Resides not in that man that does not [think],—
My wife is slippery? If thou [wilt] confess,
Or else be impudently negative,
To have nor eyes nor ears nor thought, then say
My wife's a [hobby-horse]; deserves a name
As rank as any flax-wench that [puts to]
Before her troth-plight: 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?
Is leaning cheek to cheek? is [meeting] noses?
Kissing with inside lip? stopping the career
Of laughter with a sigh?—a note infallible
Of breaking honesty;—horsing foot on foot?
Skulking in corners? wishing clocks more swift?
Hours, minutes? [noon], midnight? and all [eyes]
Blind with the pin and web but theirs, theirs only,
That would unseen be wicked? 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; nor nothing have these nothings,
If this be nothing.
Cam. Good my lord, be cured
Of this diseased opinion, and betimes;
For 'tis most dangerous.
Leon. Say it be, 'tis true.
Cam. No, no, my lord.
Leon. It is; you lie, you lie:
I say thou liest, Camillo, and I hate thee,
Pronounce thee a gross lout, a mindless slave,
Or else a hovering temporizer, that
Canst with thine eyes at once see good and evil,
Inclining to them both: were my [wife's] liver
Infected as her life, she would not live
The running of one glass.
Cam. Who does infect her?
Leon. 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 cup-bearer,—whom I from meaner form
Have bench'd and rear'd to worship, who mayst see
Plainly as heaven sees earth and earth sees heaven,
How I am [gall'd],—[mightst] 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; sully]
The purity and whiteness of my sheets,
Which to preserve is sleep, which being spotted
Is goads, [thorns], [nettles], tails of [wasps];
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?
Could [man] so blench?
Cam. I must believe you, sir:
I do; and will fetch off Bohemia for't;
Provided that, when he's removed, your highness
Will take again your queen as yours at first,
Even for your son's sake; and thereby [for sealing]
The injury of tongues in courts and kingdoms
Known and allied to yours.
Leon. Thou dost advise me
Even so 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 cup-bearer:
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, thou splitt'st thine own.
Cam. I'll do't, my lord.
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Leon. I will seem friendly, as thou hast advised me. [Exit.
Cam. O 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 had struck anointed kings
And flourish'd after, I'ld not do't; but since
Nor brass nor stone nor parchment bears not one,
Let villany itself forswear'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.
Re-enter Polixenes.
Pol. This is strange: [methinks]
[My] favour here begins to warp. Not speak?
Good day, Camillo.
Cam. [Hail], most royal sir!
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! [do not]. [Do you] know, and dare not?
Be intelligent to me: 'tis thereabouts;
For, to yourself, what [you do] know, you must,
And cannot say, you dare not. Good Camillo,
Your changed complexions are to me a mirror
Which shows me mine changed too; for I must be
A party in this alteration, finding
Myself thus alter'd [with't].
Cam. There is a sickness
Which puts some of us in distemper; but
I cannot name the disease; and it is caught
Of you that yet are well.
Pol. How! caught of me!
Make me not sighted like the basilisk:
[I have] look'd on thousands, who have sped the better
By my regard, but kill'd none so. Camillo,—
As you [are certainly a] gentleman; [thereto]
[Clerk-like] [experienced], which no less adorns
Our gentry than our parents' noble names,
In whose success we are gentle,—I beseech you,
If you know aught which does behove my knowledge
Thereof to be inform'd, imprison't not
In ignorant concealment.
Cam. I may not answer.
Pol. A sickness caught of me, and yet I well!
I must be answer'd. Dost thou hear, Camillo,
I conjure thee, by all the parts of man
Which honour does acknowledge, whereof the least
Is not this suit of mine, that thou declare
What incidency thou dost guess of harm
Is creeping [toward] me; how far off, how near;
Which way to be prevented, if [to be];
If not, how best to bear it.
Cam. Sir, [I will] tell you;
Since I am charged in honour and by him
That I think honourable: therefore mark my counsel,
Which must be ev'n as swiftly follow'd as
I mean to [utter it], or both yourself and [me]
Cry lost, and so good night!
Pol. On, good Camillo.
Cam. [I am appointed him] to murder you.
Pol. By whom, Camillo?
Cam. By the king.
Pol. 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 touch'd his queen
Forbiddenly.
Pol. O, then my best blood turn
To an infected jelly and my name
Be yoked with his that did betray the Best!
Turn then my freshest reputation to
A savour 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!
Cam. Swear [his thought] [over]
By each particular star in heaven and
By all their influences, you may as well
Forbid the sea for to obey the moon,
As or by oath remove or counsel shake
The fabric of his folly, whose foundation
Is piled upon his faith and will continue
The standing of his body.
Pol. How should this grow?
Cam. I know not: but [I am] sure 'tis safer to
Avoid what's grown than question how ['tis] born.
If therefore you dare trust my honesty,
That lies enclosed in this trunk which you
Shall bear along impawn'd, 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. For myself, I'll put
My fortunes to your service, which are here
By this discovery lost. Be not uncertain;
For, by the honour of my parents, I
Have utter'd truth: which if you seek to prove,
I dare not stand [by]; nor shall you be safer
Than one condemn'd by the king's own [mouth, thereon]
His execution sworn.
Pol. 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; and as he does conceive
He is dishonour'd by a man which ever
Profess'd to him, why, his revenges must
In that be made more bitter. Fear o'ershades me:
Good expedition be my friend, [and] [comfort]
The gracious [queen], part of his [theme], but nothing
Of his ill-ta'en suspicion! Come, 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. [Exeunt.
LINENOTES:
[Scene ii.] A room....] Capell. Scene opens to the Presence. Theobald.
[Camillo] om. Theobald.
[and Attendants] Theobald, om. Ff.
[1] [hath] have Capell.
[1, 2] [been ... note] been (The shepherd's note,) Warburton.
[8] [moe] more Rowe.
[9] [a while] awhile Reed.
[11] [I am] I'm Pope.
[12] [absence;] absence, Ff.
[12, 13] [that may blow No] there may blow Some Hanmer. may there blow No Warburton.
[12-14] [that ... truly:] that ... truly! Steevens (Farmer conj.).
[14] [truly] early Hanmer. tardily Capell.
[17] [seven-night] seve'night F1 F2 F3. sev'night F4.
[19] [beseech you, so.] 'beseech you! Hanmer. so, beseech you: Capell.
[20] [world] F1 F3 F4. would F2.
[28] [to have] to've Pope.
[29] [You had] You 'ad Theobald.
[33] [He walks apart.] Collier (Collier MS.).
[38] [To Polixenes.] Rowe.
[40] [give him] give you Hanmer (Warburton).
[41] [behind] beyond Heath conj.
[gest] F1 F2. guest F3 F4. just Theobald conj. geste Hanmer. list Heath conj.
[42] [good deed,] (good-deed) F1. (good-heed) F2. (good heed) F3 F4. [See note (i)].
[44] [lady she] lady should Collier (Egerton and Collier MSS.). lady-she Staunton.
[50] ['Verily''s] Staunton and Grant White. Verely 'is F1 F2. verily is F3 F4.
[65, 66] [Was ... two?] As in Ff. In one line. Hanmer.
[70] [nor dream'd] F1. no nor dream'd F2 F3 F4. neither dream'd Spedding conj.
[77] [to's] to us Capell.
[80] [Grace] Oh! Grace Hanmer. God's grace S. Walker conj.
[boot] both Heath conj.
[81] [lest] F4. least F1 F2 F3.
[88] [dearest] dear'st S. Walker conj.
[never] ne'er Pope.
[90] [was't] 'twas Steevens (1778). was it Mason conj.
[91] [cram's ... make's] cram us ... make us Capell.
[96] [heat an acre. But to the goal;—] heat an Acre. But to th' Goale: Ff. (Goal F3 F4). heat an acre, but to th' goal. Warburton. clear an acre. But to the good: Collier (Collier MS.).
[100] [spoke] F1 F2. spake F3 F4.
[purpose:] Capell. purpose? Ff.
[104] [And clap] F2} F3 F4. A clap F1. And clepe Rowe (ed. 2).
[105] ['Tis] Ff. This is Hanmer. It is Capell.
[106] [I have] I've Pope.
[108] [Giving her hand to Pol.] Capell.
[Aside.] Rowe.
[112] [derive] F1. derives F2 F3 F4.
[113] [bounty, fertile bosom] bounty's fertile bosom Hanmer. bounty:—fertile become Jackson conj.
[114] [well] F1. we'l F2 F4. wee'l F3.
[become] becomes Rowe (ed. 2).
['t may] it may Steevens.
[117] [looking-glass] glass S. Walker conj.
[119] [Mamillius] Mamillus Rowe (ed. 2).
[121] [hast] Capell. has't Ff.
[122] [They ... captain,] As two lines in Capell, ending mine ... captain.
[it is] it's Warburton. 't's Anon. conj.
[Wipes the boy's face,] Hanmer. [Pulling the boy to him and wiping him. Capell.
[123] [but] F1. om. F2 F3 F4.
[124] [heifer] heycfer F1 F2.
[125] [Observing Polixenes] and Hermione. Rowe.
[128] [pash] bush Becket conj.
[129] [full like] full, like Ff.
[132] [o'er-dyed] o're-dy'd F1 F2 F3. o're di'd F4. our dead Collier (Collier MS.), oft dyed Staunton conj.
[wind] winds Rowe (ed. 2).
[134] [bourn] Capell. bourne Rowe. borne F1 F2. born F3 F4.
[135] [were] is Hanmer.
[136] [welkin eye] welking eye Rowe (ed. 2). welkin-eye Theobald.
[137] [dam?—] dam? Rowe. dam, Ff.
[137, 138] [may't be?—Affection, ... centre] Steevens. may't be? Affection, thy intention stabs to the center Capell. may't be Affection? ... centre Ff. may't be—Imagination! thou dost stab to th' center Rowe.
[138-146] [Affection ... brows.] Erased in Collier MS.
[139] [not so] F1. not be so F2 F3 F4. not to be so Hanmer.
[held,] held? Staunton.
[140, 141] [dreams;—how ... be?—With ... unreal] Rann (Theobald conj.). dreames (how ... be?) With ... unreal: F1 F2. dreams (how ... be?) With ... unreal, F3 F4. dreams—how ... be With ... unreal? Pope. dreams?—how! can this be?—With ... unreal Staunton.
[142] [fellow'st] follow'st Rowe (ed. 2).
[nothing] nothings Hanmer.
[147, 148] [How, my lord! What ... brother?] Rann (Steevens). How? my lord? Leo. What ... brother? Ff. How? my lord? Leo. What ... my best brother? Rowe. How? my lord? What ... my best brother? Hanmer. Now, my lord? What ... brother? Capell. How is't, my lord? What ... brother? Long MS. How now, my lord? Leo. What ... brother? Singer MS. Ho, my lord! What ... brother? Dyce conj.
[148-150] [What ... lord?] S. Walker arranges as three lines, ending with you, ... brow ... lord?
[148] [is't] is it Rowe (ed. 2).
[best] my best Rowe (ed. 2).
[150] [Are you] Are not you Theobald. Are you not Hanmer.
[earnest.] earnest, no.— Capell.
[151] [Aside.] Capell.
[151, 152] [its ... Its] it's ... It's F1 F2. its ... It's F3 F4.
[154] [methoughts] F4. me thoughts F1 F2 F3. my thoughts Collier (Egerton MS.), methought Staunton. [See note (ii).]
[recoil] F4. requoyle F1 F2. recoyl F3. recall Grey conj.
[157] [its] it's Ff.
[158] [ornaments ... do] Rowe. ornaments ... do's Ff (does F4). ornament ... does Capell.
[do] Rowe. do's F1 F2 F3. does F4.
[161] [eggs] ayes Becket conj.
[162] [my lord] om. Hanmer.
[163] [will!] Rowe. will: Ff.
[be's] be his Capell.
[170] [childness] childishness Pope.
[171] [would] F1. should F2 F3 F4.
[thick] think F4.
[177] [would] will Theobald.
[180] [Aside] Aside, observing Her. Rowe (after line 182).
[183] [neb] nib Rowe (ed. 2).
[185] [Exeunt....] Rowe.
[194] [in's] in his Capell
[202-206] [and 'tis ... baggage.] Put in the margin as spurious by Hanmer.
[202, 203] [powerful, think it], From ... south:] Capell. powrefull: thinke it: From ... south, Ff.
[203-206] [From east ... baggage.] Omitted by Warburton.
[204] [know't] know it Capell (corrected in MS.).
[206] [many ... on's] F1 F2 F3. many a ... one's F4. many a ... of's Rowe.
[208, 209] [Why ... there?] S. Walker arranges as one line.
[208] [they] F2 F3 F4. om. F1.
[209] [What.] What? is Hanmer.
[211] [Mamillius] Mamillus Rowe (ed. 2).
[Exit M.] Rowe.
[212] [Scene III.] Pope.
[213] [his anchor] the anchor Hanmer.
[215] [petitions; made] petitions made; Pope.
[217] [Aside] Hanmer.
[whispering, rounding] whisp'ring round Hanmer.
[218] [is a so-forth] is a—so forth Rann (Mason conj.). is—and so forth Malone conj. is a sea-froth Jackson conj.
[224] [is soaking] in soaking Grey conj.
[230, 231] [Leon. Ha! Cam.] Stays here longer. Leon. Ay] Leo. Ha? stays here, longer. Ay Hanmer. Leo. Ha? Cam. Bohemia stays here longer. Leo. Ay Capell.
[233] [Satisfy!] Satisfie? Ff. Satisfie Theobald.
[235] [I have] I've Pope.
[236] [nearest things to] Ff. things nearest Pope, nearest things to S. Walker conj.
[as well] with all Hanmer. as well as Capell conj.
[241] [my lord!] Hanmer. (my Lord.) Ff. my lord. Pope. my lord— Theobald.
[244] [hoxes] Ff. hockles Hanmer.
[253] [Among] F1. Amongst F2 F3 F4.
[doings] F1. doing F2 F3 F4.
[254] [forth. In] Theobald. forth in Ff.
[my lord,] Theobald. (my Lord.) Ff. my Lord. Rowe.
[256] [industriously] injuriously Hanmer.
[261] [non-performance] Ff. now-performance Heath conj.
[266] [its] it's Ff.
[267] [Ha'] Ff. Have Capell.
[272] [think] think it Theobald. think 't Hanmer. [See note (iii)].
[273] [wilt] Ff. wilt, Rowe.
[276] [hobby-horse] Rowe (ed. 2). holy-horse Ff. hoby-horse Capell.
[277] [puts to] buts tow Jackson conj.
[285] [meeting] F4 meating F1 F2 F3. meting Thirlby conj.
[290] [noon] F1. the noon F2 F3 F4. noon-day or high noon Anon. conj.
[eyes] eyes else S. Walker conj.
[304] [wife's] Rowe. wives Ff.
[307] [her medal] Rowe. her medull F1 F2 F3. her medul F4. his medal Theobald. a medal Collier MS.
[309] [bare] Theobald. bear Ff.
[312] [ay] Capell. I Ff.
[316] [gall'd] Ff. galled Steevens. gull'd Rann.
[mightst] F1. thou mightst F2 F3 F4.
[318] [Sir] Sure Collier (Collier MS.).
[321] [Maliciously like] Maliciously, like F4. Maliciously, like a Rowe. Like a malicious Hanmer.
[323] [So ... honourable.] So sovereignly (being honourable) Malone conj.
[323-325] [So ... unsettled] S. Walker arranges as three lines, ending lov'd thee ... think ... unsettled. End 323 I have Spedding conj.
[324] [I have loved thee,—] Leon. Make that ... rot!] I haue lou'd thee, Leo. Make that ... rot: F1. I have lov'd thee. Leo. Make that ... rot: F2 F3 F4. Leo. I've lov'd thee.—Make 't ... rot: Theobald. So lov'd. Leo. Make that ... rot: Hanmer. Leo. I've lov'd thee. Mark this question, and go do't Heath conj. Leo. Make that thy question, and go rot! I have lov'd thee. Capell (Tyrwhitt conj.). Leo. Have I lov'd thee? Make that ... rot. Long MS.
[326, 327] [vexation; sully The] vexation? sully The Theobald, vexation? Sully the Ff.
[329] [thorns ... tails] and thorns ... and tails Hanmer.
[nettles] nettles, pismires Anon. conj.
[wasps;] wasps? or would I Capell.
[332] [to't? ... this?] to't ... this? Hanmer.
[333] [man] any man Long MS.
[337] [for sealing] forsealing Anon. conj.
[341] [blemish to her] blemish t' her S. Walker conj. reading lines 341, 342 as one line.
[364] [Re-enter P.] Enter P. Ff.
Scene IV. Pope.
[365] [My] Me F2.
[366] [Hail] Hoyle F2.
[376] [my lord] om. Hanmer.
[377] [do not] dare not Hanmer. om. Long MS.
[Do you ... dare not? ... me:] do you ... dare not? ... me, Ff. You do ... dare not ... me: Hanmer. Do you ... dare not ... me? Capell.
[379] [you do] F1 F2. do you F3 F4.
[384] [with't] with it Rowe (ed. 2).
[389] [I have] F1 F4. I F2 F3. I've Pope.
[391] [are certainly a] Ff. are, certain, Capell.
[thereto] om. Pope.
[392] [Clerk-like] Ff. Clerk-like, Capell.
[experienced] experienc'd F1. expedienc'd F2 F3 F4.
[404] [toward] towards Rowe (ed. 2).
[405] [to be] Ff. it be Theobald.
[406] [I will] I'll Pope.
[410] [utter it] utter't S. Walker conj.
[me] I Collier MS.
[412] [I am appointed him] F1 I appointed him F2 F3 F4. I am appointed Rowe. I am appointed, sir Hanmer. I am appointed by him Long MS. I appointed am Anon. MS. apud Halliwell.
[416] [To vice] To 'ntice Heath conj.
[422, 424] [shunn'd ... read] fear'd ... read of Anon. MS. apud Halliwell.
[424] [his thought] this though Theobald. this thought Id. conj.
[over] over! Jackson conj.
[432] [I am] I'm Pope.
[433] ['tis] it is S. Walker conj., reading lines 431-433 as four lines, ending body ... sure ... question ... born.
[444] [by] by't Hanmer.
[445, 446] [mouth, thereon His] Capell. mouth; Thereon his Ff. mouth, His Hanmer. mouth, and thereon His S. Walker conj.
[448] [places] paces Malone conj.
[451] [jealousy] jealousy of his S. Walker conj.
[458] [and] Heav'n Hanmer. God Singer conj.
[458, 459] [comfort ... theme] consort ... throne Jackson conj. [See note (iv)].
[459] [queen,] queen's; Warburton.
[theme] theame F1 F2. theam F3 F4. dream Collier (Collier MS.).
[465] [hour. Come] hour. Pol. Come Long MS.