When Rits Tells Camillo to Rest Easy
Speeches (Lines) for Polixenes
in "Winter's Tale"
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(stage directions). [Enter LEONTES, HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS,]
POLIXENES, CAMILLO, and Attendants]
Polixenes. Nine changes of the watery star hath been
The shepherd'due south notation since nosotros take left our throne
Without a burthen: time as long once again
Would be find up, my brother, with our thanks;
And still we should, for perpetuity,
Go hence in debt: and therefore, similar a cipher,
Yet standing in rich place, I multiply
With 1 'We thanks' many thousands moe
That go before information technology.
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Leontes. Stay your thanks a while;
And pay them when you part.
Polixenes. Sir, that'due south to-morrow.
I am question'd by my fears, of what may chance
Or brood upon our absenteeism; that may blow
No sneaping winds at domicile, to make united states say
'This is put forth likewise truly:' besides, I take stay'd
To tire your royalty.
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Leontes. We are tougher, brother,
Than you tin put the states to't.
Polixenes. No longer stay.
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Leontes. One seven-nighttime longer.
Polixenes. Very sooth, to-morrow.
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Leontes. We'll role the time between's then; and in that
I'll no gainsaying.
Polixenes. Press me not, beseech you lot, and so.
At that place is no tongue that moves, none, none i' the world,
And then soon as yours could win me: so it should now,
Were there necessity in your request, although
'Twere needful I denied it. My affairs
Practise even drag me homeward: which to hinder
Were in your honey a whip to me; my stay
To you a accuse and problem: to salve both,
Goodbye, our brother.
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Hermione. To tell, he longs to see his son, were strong:
Simply let him say so so, and permit 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 gamble
The infringe of a week. When at Bohemia
You take my lord, I'll requite him my commission
To let him there a calendar month behind the gest
Prefix'd for's parting: all the same, adept deed, Leontes,
I dear thee non a jar o' the clock backside
What lady-she her lord. You'll stay?
Polixenes. No, madam.
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Hermione. Nay, but yous will?
Polixenes. I may not, verily.
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Hermione. 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 non go: a lady's 'Verily' 's
Every bit strong as a lord's. Will you go all the same?
Force me to keep yous as a prisoner,
Not like a guest; then you shall pay your fees
When you lot depart, and salvage your thank you. How say you?
My prisoner? or my guest? by your dread 'Verily,'
1 of them you shall be.
Polixenes. Your guest, and then, madam:
To be your prisoner should import offending;
Which is for me less easy to commit
Than you to punish.
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Hermione. Non your gaoler, then,
Merely your kind hostess. Come, I'll question you lot
Of my lord's tricks and yours when you were boys:
Yous were pretty lordings then?
Polixenes. We were, fair queen,
Two lads that idea there was no more than backside
Merely such a mean solar day to-morrow as to-day,
And to exist male child eternal.
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Hermione. Was non my lord
The verier wag o' the two?
Polixenes. We were equally twinn'd lambs that did frisk i' the sun,
And bleat the one at the other: what we changed
Was innocence for innocence; nosotros knew not
The doctrine of ill-doing, nor dream'd
That whatsoever did. Had nosotros pursued that life,
And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rear'd
With stronger blood, we should have respond'd heaven
Boldly 'not guilty;' the imposition clear'd
Hereditary ours.
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Hermione. Past this we gather
Y'all accept tripp'd since.
Polixenes. O my nearly 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 optics
Of my young play-fellow.
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Leontes. Grand want'st a rough pash and the shoots that I have,
To exist full like me: yet they say we are
Almost every bit similar equally eggs; women say so,
That will say anything but were they imitation
Every bit o'er-dyed blacks, as wind, as waters, false
As dice are to be wish'd past one that fixes
No bourn 'twixt his and mine, however were information technology true
To say this male child were like me. Come up, sir folio,
Look on me with your welkin middle: sweet villain!
Most love'st! my collop! Tin thy dam?—may't be?—
Affection! thy intention stabs the centre:
G dost make possible things non so held,
Communicatest with dreams;—how can this be?—
With what'south unreal thou coactive art,
And fellow'st nil: then 'tis very credent
Chiliad mayst co-bring together 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.
Polixenes. What means Sicilia?
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Hermione. He something seems unsettled.
Polixenes. How, my lord!
What cheer? how is't with you, best brother?
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Leontes. You lot will! why, happy man be'south dole! My brother,
Are you so fond of your young prince as we
Do seem to be of ours?
Polixenes. If at home, sir,
He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter,
Now my sworn friend and and then mine enemy,
My parasite, my soldier, statesman, all:
He makes a July's day short as Dec,
And with his varying childness cures in me
Thoughts that would thick my blood.
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(stage directions). [Re-enter POLIXENES]
Polixenes. This is foreign: methinks
My favour here begins to warp. Non speak?
Good day, Camillo.
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Camillo. Hail, most royal sir!
Polixenes. What is the news i' the courtroom?
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Camillo. None rare, my lord.
Polixenes. The king hath on him such a eyebrow
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 reverse and falling
A lip of much contempt, speeds from me and
So leaves me to consider what is breeding
That changeth thus his manners.
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Camillo. I dare not know, my lord.
Polixenes. How! cartel non! practice not. Do you know, and dare not?
Exist intelligent to me: 'tis thereabouts;
For, to yourself, what you practise know, you must.
And cannot say, you dare not. Good Camillo,
Your changed complexions are to me a mirror
Which shows me mine inverse also; for I must exist
A party in this amending, finding
Myself thus alter'd with 't.
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Camillo. At that place is a sickness
Which puts some of us in distemper, but
I cannot proper noun the disease; and information technology is defenseless
Of you that nonetheless are well.
Polixenes. How! defenseless of me!
Brand me not sighted similar the basilisk:
I have expect'd on thousands, who have sped the ameliorate
By my regard, only kill'd none then. Camillo,—
Equally you are certainly a gentleman, thereto
Clerk-like experienced, which no less adorns
Our gentry than our parents' noble names,
In whose success nosotros are gentle,—I beseech you,
If you know aught which does behove my knowledge
Thereof to be inform'd, imprison't non
In ignorant concealment.
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Camillo. I may not answer.
Polixenes. A sickness defenseless of me, and withal I well!
I must be respond'd. Dost g hear, Camillo,
I conjure thee, by all the parts of human
Which honor does acknowledge, whereof the least
Is not this adapt of mine, that chiliad declare
What incidency g dost guess of impairment
Is creeping toward me; how far off, how about;
Which way to be prevented, if to be;
If not, how all-time to acquit it.
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Camillo. Sir, I will tell you;
Since I am charged in laurels and by him
That I call back honourable: therefore mark my counsel,
Which must exist even equally swiftly follow'd as
I mean to utter information technology, or both yourself and me
Cry lost, and so practiced nighttime!
Polixenes. On, good Camillo.
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Camillo. I am appointed him to murder you.
Polixenes. By whom, Camillo?
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Camillo. By the rex.
Polixenes. For what?
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Camillo. He thinks, nay, with all confidence he swears,
As he had seen't or been an instrument
To vice you to't, that you lot have touch'd his queen
Forbiddenly.
Polixenes. O, and so my best blood turn
To an infected jelly and my name
Be yoked with his that did betray the Best!
Turn and so my freshest reputation to
A bask that may strike the dullest nostril
Where I arrive, and my approach exist shunn'd,
Nay, hated too, worse than the great'st infection
That e'er was heard or read!
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Camillo. Swear his thought over
By each item star in heaven and
By all their influences, you lot may every bit well
Preclude the sea for to obey the moon
Every bit or by oath remove or counsel milkshake
The cloth of his folly, whose foundation
Is piled upon his faith and volition keep
The standing of his body.
Polixenes. How should this abound?
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Camillo. I know not: simply I am sure 'tis safer to
Avert what'southward grown than question how 'tis built-in.
If therefore y'all dare trust my honesty,
That lies enclosed in this trunk which you
Shall behave along impawn'd, away to-nighttime!
Your followers I volition whisper to the concern,
And will by twos and threes at several posterns
Articulate them o' the metropolis. For myself, I'll put
My fortunes to your service, which are here
Past this discovery lost. Be not uncertain;
For, past the laurels of my parents, I
Have utter'd truth: which if you lot seek to bear witness,
I dare non stand by; nor shall you lot be safer
Than one condemn'd by the king'due south ain mouth, thereon
His execution sworn.
Polixenes. I practice believe thee:
I saw his heart in 'south face. Give me thy manus:
Exist pilot to me and thy places shall
Still neighbour mine. My ships are set and
My people did await my hence divergence
2 days agone. This jealousy
Is for a precious brute: as she'south rare,
Must information technology be great, and as his person'due south mighty,
Must it be trigger-happy, and as he does excogitate
He is dishonour'd by a human being which ever
Profess'd to him, why, his revenges must
In that exist made more bitter. Fear o'ershades me:
Practiced expedition be my friend, and comfort
The gracious queen, part of his theme, merely nothing
Of his sick-ta'en suspicion! Come, Camillo;
I will respect thee as a father if
M comport'st my life off hence: let the states avert.
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(stage directions). [Enter POLIXENES and CAMILLO]
Polixenes. I pray thee, skilful Camillo, be no more importunate:
'tis a sickness denying thee whatsoever affair; a death to
grant this.
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Camillo. It is fifteen years since I saw my country: though
I accept for the most part been aired abroad, I
desire to lay my bones there. Besides, the penitent
king, my primary, hath sent for me; to whose feeling
sorrows I might be some abate, or I o'erween to
remember and then, which is another spur to my departure.
Polixenes. As k lovest me, Camillo, wipe not out the rest of
thy services by leaving me now: the need I have of
thee thine ain goodness hath made; better not to
take had thee than thus to desire thee: m, having
fabricated me businesses which none without thee can
sufficiently manage, must either stay to execute
them thyself or take away with thee the very
services thou hast done; which if I have not enough
considered, as likewise much I cannot, to exist more
thankful to thee shall exist my study, and my turn a profit
therein the heaping friendships. Of that fatal
land, Sicilia, prithee speak no more; whose very
naming punishes me with the remembrance of that
penitent, every bit k callest him, and reconciled king,
my brother; whose loss of his most precious queen
and children are fifty-fifty now to be afresh lamented.
Say to me, when sawest thou the Prince Florizel, my
son? Kings are no less unhappy, their result not
beingness gracious, than they are in losing them when
they have approved their virtues.
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Camillo. Sir, it is iii days since I saw the prince. What
his happier diplomacy may be, are to me unknown: but I
take missingly noted, he is of late much retired
from court and is less frequent to his princely
exercises than formerly he hath appeared.
Polixenes. I have considered so much, Camillo, and with some
care; so far that I have eyes under my service which
look upon his removedness; from whom I accept this
intelligence, that he is seldom from the house of a
most homely shepherd; a man, they say, that from
very cipher, and beyond the imagination of his
neighbours, is grown into an unspeakable estate.
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Camillo. I have heard, sir, of such a human, who hath a
daughter of most rare annotation: the study of her is
extended more than can be thought to begin from such a cottage.
Polixenes. That's likewise part of my intelligence; but, I
fearfulness, the angle that plucks our son thither. Thou
shalt accompany us to the identify; where we will, non
actualization what we are, accept some question with the
shepherd; from whose simplicity I remember it not
uneasy to become the cause of my son's resort thither.
Prithee, exist my present partner in this business, and
lay aside the thoughts of Sicilia.
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Camillo. I willingly obey your control.
Polixenes. My best Camillo! We must disguise ourselves.
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Perdita. [To POLIXENES] Sir, welcome:
It is my father'south will I should take on me
The hostess-ship o' the 24-hour interval.
[To CAMILLO]
You're welcome, sir.
Requite me those flowers in that location, Dorcas. Reverend sirs,
For you at that place'southward rosemary and rue; these keep
Seeming and savour all the winter long:
Grace and remembrance be to you lot both,
And welcome to our shearing!
Polixenes. Shepherdess,
A fair one are you—well y'all fit our ages
With flowers of wintertime.
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Perdita. Sir, the year growing ancient,
Not yet on summertime's death, nor on the nativity
Of trembling wintertime, the fairest
flowers o' the season
Are our carnations and streak'd gillyvors,
Which some call nature'due south bastards: of that kind
Our rustic garden's arid; and I care not
To go slips of them.
Polixenes. Wherefore, gentle maiden,
Do you neglect them?
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Perdita. For I have heard information technology said
There is an art which in their piedness shares
With great creating nature.
Polixenes. Say there exist;
Yet nature is made better by no mean
But nature makes that hateful: 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 information technology rather, but
The art itself is nature.
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Perdita. So it is.
Polixenes. And then make your garden rich in gillyvors,
And practise not phone call them bastards.
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Perdita. I'll swear for 'em.
Polixenes. This is the prettiest low-built-in lass that ever
Ran on the green-sward: null she does or seems
But smacks of something greater than herself,
As well noble for this place.
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Clown. Not a word, a discussion; we stand upon our manners.
Come, strike upwardly!
[Music. Hither a trip the light fantastic of Shepherds and]
Shepherdesses]
Polixenes. Pray, skillful shepherd, what off-white swain is this
Which dances with your daughter?
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Onetime Shepherd. They call him Doricles; and boasts himself
To have a worthy feeding: but I have it
Upon his own study and I believe it;
He looks similar sooth. He says he loves my daughter:
I think and so too; for never gazed the moon
Upon the water as he'll stand and read
As 'twere my daughter's eyes: and, to be manifestly.
I think at that place is not half a kiss to cull
Who loves another best.
Polixenes. She dances featly.
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Servant. He hath songs for man or woman, of all sizes; no
milliner tin can so fit his customers with gloves: he
has the prettiest dearest-songs for maids; so without
bawdry, which is strange; with such delicate
burthens of dildos and fadings, 'leap her and thump
her;' and where some stretch-mouthed rascal would,
as it were, mean mischief and break a foul gap into
the thing, he makes the maid to respond 'Whoop, do me
no harm, good man;' puts him off, slights him, with
'Whoop, exercise me no harm, expert man.'
Polixenes. This is a brave boyfriend.
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Old 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 u.s.a.: pray, let'south see
these four threes of herdsmen.
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(stage directions). [Here a trip the light fantastic toe of twelve Satyrs]
Polixenes. O, father, yous'll know more of that hereafter.
[To CAMILLO]
Is it not too far gone? 'Tis fourth dimension to function them.
He's uncomplicated 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 accept ransack'd
The pedlar's silken treasury and have cascade'd it
To her credence; yous have allow him go
And null marted with him. If your lass
Estimation should corruption and telephone call this
Your lack of beloved or compensation, you lot were straited
For a reply, at least if you lot make a intendance
Of happy holding her.
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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 middle; which I take given already,
Merely not deliver'd. O, hear me exhale my life
Earlier this aboriginal sir, who, it should seem,
Hath sometime loved! I take thy hand, this mitt,
As soft as dove'south down and as white every bit it,
Or Ethiopian'due south molar, or the fann'd
snowfall that'due south bolted
By the northern blasts twice o'er.
Polixenes. What follows this?
How prettily the young fellow seems to wash
The hand was fair before! I take put you out:
But to your protest; let me hear
What you profess.
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Florizel. Do, and be witness to 't.
Polixenes. And this my neighbour too?
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Florizel. And he, and more
Than he, and men, the earth, the heavens, and all:
That, were I crown'd the near imperial monarch,
Thereof most worthy, were I the fairest youth
That e'er fabricated heart swerve, had force and cognition
More than than was ever homo's, I would not prize them
Without her beloved; for her employ them all;
Commend them and condemn them to her service
Or to their ain perdition.
Polixenes. Fairly offer'd.
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Old Shepherd. Come, your mitt;
And, daughter, yours.
Polixenes. Soft, swain, awhile, beseech you lot;
Take you a father?
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Florizel. I have: but what of him?
Polixenes. Knows he of this?
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Florizel. He neither does nor shall.
Polixenes. Methinks a father
Is at the nuptial of his son a invitee
That best becomes the table. Pray you lot once more than,
Is not your father grown incapable
Of reasonable diplomacy? is he not stupid
With age and altering rheums? tin he speak? hear?
Know man from human? dispute his ain manor?
Lies he not bed-rid? and over again does nothing
But what he did being kittenish?
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Florizel. No, good sir;
He has his health and ampler strength indeed
Than most take 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 married woman, just every bit good reason
The father, all whose joy is nothing else
Simply fair posterity, should concord some counsel
In such a business.
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Florizel. I yield all this;
But for some other reasons, my grave sir,
Which 'tis not fit you know, I not acquaint
My male parent of this business.
Polixenes. Let him know't.
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Florizel. He shall non.
Polixenes. Prithee, allow him.
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Florizel. Come, come, he must not.
Marking our contract.
Polixenes. Marker your divorce, young sir,
[Discovering himself]
Whom son I dare non call; one thousand art also base
To exist acknowledged: thou a sceptre's heir,
That thus touch on'st a sheep-hook! Thou old traitor,
I am distressing that by hanging thee I can
But shorten thy life 1 week. And g, fresh slice
Of excellent witchcraft, who of force must know
The royal fool m copest with,—
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Former Shepherd. O, my eye!
Polixenes. I'll have thy beauty scratch'd with briers, and fabricated
More homely than thy state. For thee, addicted boy,
If I may e'er know one thousand dost but sigh
That thou no more shalt see this knack, equally never
I mean thou shalt, nosotros'll bar thee from succession;
Not hold thee of our blood, no, not our kin,
Far than Deucalion off: mark thou my words:
Follow u.s.a. to the court. Thou churl, for this time,
Though full of our displeasure, even so we free thee
From the dead blow of it. And y'all, enchantment.—
Worthy plenty a herdsman: yea, him too,
That makes himself, simply for our honour therein,
Unworthy thee,—if e'er henceforth thou
These rural latches to his entrance open,
Or hoop his torso more with thy embraces,
I will devise a death as cruel for thee
As 1000 art tender to't.
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Leontes. Her natural posture!
Chide me, dear stone, that I may say indeed
Thou art Hermione; or rather, yard art she
In thy not chiding, for she was equally tender
As infancy and grace. Merely nonetheless, Paulina,
Hermione was not and then much wrinkled, nada
Then aged as this seems.
Polixenes. O, not by much.
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Camillo. My lord, your sorrow was too sore laid on,
Which sixteen winters cannot blow away,
So many summers dry; scarce whatever joy
Did ever then long live; no sorrow
But kill'd itself much sooner.
Polixenes. Honey my brother,
Permit him that was the crusade of this have power
To accept off and so much grief from you as he
Volition piece upwards in himself.
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Leontes. Permit be, let be.
Would I were dead, merely that, methinks, already—
What was he that did brand it? See, my lord,
Would y'all not deem it breathed? and that those veins
Did verily bear blood?
Polixenes. Masterly done:
The very life seems warm upon her lip.
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Leontes. O, she's warm!
If this be magic, let it be an fine art
Lawful as eating.
Polixenes. She embraces him.
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Camillo. She hangs about his neck:
If she pertain to life let her speak too.
Polixenes. Ay, and make't manifest where she has lived,
Or how stolen from the expressionless.
Source: https://www.opensourceshakespeare.org/views/plays/characters/charlines.php?CharID=Polixenes&WorkID=winterstale&cues=1
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