WINTER'S TALE. ACT I. SCENE I.-Sicilia. An Antechamber in LEONTES' Palace. Enter CAMILLO and ARCHIDAMUS. Archidamus. IF you shall chance, Camillo, to visit Bohemia, on the like occasion where on my services are now on foot, you shall see, as I have said, great difference betwixt our Bohemia, and your Sicilia. 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, Cam. 'Beseech you, Arch. Verily, I speak it in the freedom of my knowledge we cannot with such magnificence-in so rareknow 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 ac cuse 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. 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, [1] Though we cannot give you equal entertainment, yet the consciousness of our good will shall justify us. JOHNSON. have been royally attornied,' 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 loves! Arch. I think, there or matter, to alter it. is not in the world either malice, 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; 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? 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. SCENE II. The same. A Room of State in the Palace. Enter LEONTES, POLIXENES, HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS, CAMILLO, and Attendants. Pol. Nine changes of the watry star have been Would be fill'd up, my brother, with our thanks ; Go hence in debt: And therefore, like a cypher, [2] Nobly supplied by substitution of embassies, &c. JOHNSON. [3] Vastum was the ancient term for waste uncultivated land. Over a vasi, therefore, means at a great and vacant distance from each other. Vast, however, may be used for the sea. STEEVENS. Shakespeare has, more than once, taken his imagery from the prints, with which the books of his time were ornamented. If my memory do not deceive me be had his eye on a wood cut in Holinshed, while writing the incantation of the weird sisters in Macbeth. In this passage he refers to a device common in the title-page of old books, of two hands extended from opposite clouds, and joined as in token of friendship over a wide waste of country. HENLEY. [4] Affords a cordial to the state; has the power of assuaging the sense of misery. JOHNSON Leo. Stay your thanks awhile; I am question'd by my fears, of what may chance, 5 No sneaping winds at home, to make us say, This is put forth too truly! Besides, I have stay'd Leo. We are tougher, brother, Than you can put us to❜t. Pol. No longer stay. Leo. One seven-night longer. Pol. Very sooth, to-morrow. Leo. We'll part the time between's then and in that I'll no gain-saying. Pol. Press me not, 'beseech you, so; : There is no tongue that moves, none, none i'th' world, Do even drag me homeward: which to hinder, Leo. 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, Leo. 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, [TO POLIXENES The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia Nipping winds. HOLT WHITE. We had satisfactory accounts yesterday of the state of Bohemia. JOHNSON To let him there a month, behind the gest What lady she her lord. You'll stay? You put me off with limber vows: But I, Though you would seek t' unsphere the stars with oaths, Should yet say, Sir, no going. Verily, You shall not go; a lady's verily is As potent as a lord's. Will you go yet? Not like a guest; so you shall pay your fees, How say you? My prisoner? or my guest? by your dread verily, Pol. Your guest then, madam : To be your prisoner, should import offending; 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; Pol. We were, fair queen, Two lads, that thought there was no more behind, And to be boy eternal. Her. Was not my lord the verier wag o' th' two? Pol. We were as twinn'd lambs, that did frisk i'th 'sun, And bleat the one at th' other: what we chang'd, Was innocence for innocence; we knew not And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rear'd [7] In the time of royal progresses the king's stages, as we may see by the journals of them in the herald's office, were called his gests; from the old French word giste diversorium. WARBURTON. Gests, or rather gists, from the French giste, (which signifies both a bed, and a lodging place,) were the names of the houses or towns where the King or Prince intended to lie every night during his progress. MALONE. [8] A jar is, I believe, a single repetition of the noise made by the pendulum of a clock; what children call the ticking of it. STEEVENS. [9] This diminutive of lord is often used by Chaucer. STEEVENS. With stronger blood, we should have answer'd heaven Her. By this we gather, You have tripp'd since. Pol. O my most sacred lady, Temptations have since then been born to us for Her. Grace to boot! Of this make no conclusion; lest you say, Leo. Is he won yet? Her. He'll stay, my lord. Leo. At my request, he would not. Hermione, my dearest, thou never spok'st To better purpose. Her. Never? Leo. Never, but once. Her. What? have I twice said well? when was't before? I pr'ythee, tell me : Cram us with praise, and make us Our praises are our wages: You may ride us, With spur we heat an acre. But to the goal ;— My last good was, to entreat his stay; What was my first? it has an elder sister, Or I mistake you: O, would her name were Grace ! Nay, let me have't; I long. Leo. Why, that was when Three crabbed months had sour'd themselves to death, Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, [1] That is, setting aside original sin; bating the imposition from the offence of our first parents, we might have boldly protested our innocence to Heaven. WARBURTON. |