The Winter’s Tale(冬天的故事)

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THE WINTER'S TALE

William Shakespeare

1611

THE WINTER'S TALE

Dramatis Personae

LEONTES, King of Sicilia MAMILLIUS, his son, the young Prince

of Sicilia CAMILLO, lord of Sicilia ANTIGONUS, " " " CLEOMENES, "

" " DION, " " " POLIXENES, King of Bohemia FLORIZEL, his son,

Prince of Bohemia ARCHIDAMUS, a lord of Bohemia OLD SHEPHERD,

reputed father of Perdita CLOWN, his son AUTOLYCUS, a rogue A

MARINER A GAOLER TIME, as Chorus

HERMIONE, Queen to Leontes PERDITA, daughter to Leontes and

Hermione PAULINA, wife to Antigonus EMILIA, a lady attending on the

Queen MOPSA, shepherdess DORCAS, "

Other Lords, Gentlemen, Ladies, Officers, Servants, Shepherds,

Shepherdesses

Scene: Sicilia and Bohemia

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ACT I.

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SCENE I. Sicilia. The palace of LEONTES

Enter CAMILLO and ARCHIDAMUS

ARCHIDAMUS. 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.

CAMILLO. I think this coming summer the King of Sicilia means to pay

Bohemia the visitation which he justly owes him. ARCHIDAMUS.

Wherein our entertainment shall shame us we will be justified in our loves;

for indeed- CAMILLO. Beseech you- ARCHIDAMUS. 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. CAMILLO. You pay a great deal too dear for what's

given freely. ARCHIDAMUS. Believe me, I speak as my understanding

instructs me and as mine honesty puts it to utterance. CAMILLO. Sicilia

cannot show himself overkind to Bohemia. They were train'd 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 seem'd to be together,

though absent; shook hands, as over a vast; and embrac'd as it were from

the ends of opposed winds. The heavens continue their loves!

ARCHIDAMUS. 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.

CAMILLO. 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.

ARCHIDAMUS. Would they else be content to die? CAMILLO. Yes; if

there were no other excuse why they should desire to live.

ARCHIDAMUS. If the King had no son, they would desire to live on

crutches till he had one. Exeunt

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SCENE II. Sicilia. The palace of LEONTES

Enter LEONTES, POLIXENES, HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS,

CAMILLO, and ATTENDANTS

POLIXENES. Nine changes of the wat'ry star hath been The

shepherd's note since we have left our throne Without a burden. 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. LEONTES. Stay your thanks a while, And pay

them when you part. POLIXENES. 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. LEONTES. We are

tougher, brother, Than you can put us to't. POLIXENES. No longer stay.

LEONTES. One sev'night longer. POLIXENES. Very sooth, to-morrow.

LEONTES. We'll part the time between's then; and in that I'll no

gainsaying. POLIXENES. Press me not, beseech you, so. There is no

tongue that moves, none, none i' th' 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. LEONTES. Tongue-tied, our

Queen? Speak you. HERMIONE. 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. LEONTES. Well said, Hermione. HERMIONE. 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. [To POLIXENES] 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' th' clock behind

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What lady she her lord.- You'll stay? POLIXENES. No, madam.

HERMIONE. Nay, but you will? POLIXENES. I may not, verily.

HERMIONE. Verily! 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 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.

POLIXENES. Your guest, then, madam: To be your prisoner should

import offending; Which is for me less easy to commit Than you to punish.

HERMIONE. 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! POLIXENES. 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. HERMIONE. Was not my lord The verier wag o' th'

two? POLIXENES. 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 The doctrine of ill-doing, nor dream'd That any did. Had we

pursu'd 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. HERMIONE. By this we gather You

have tripp'd since. POLIXENES. O my most sacred lady, Temptations

have since then been born to 's, for In those unfledg'd days was my wife a

girl; Your precious self had then not cross'd the eyes Of my young

playfellow. HERMIONE. Grace to boot! Of this make no conclusion, lest

you say Your queen and I are devils. Yet, go on; Th' 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.

LEONTES. Is he won yet? HERMIONE. He'll stay, my lord. LEONTES.

At my request he would not. Hermione, my dearest, thou never spok'st To

better purpose. HERMIONE. Never? LEONTES. Never but once.

HERMIONE. 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

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praises are our wages; you may ride's With one soft kiss a thousand

furlongs ere With spur we heat an acre. But to th' 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

th' purpose- When? Nay, let me have't; I long. LEONTES. 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.' HERMIONE. 'Tis Grace indeed. Why, lo you

now, I have spoke to th' purpose twice: The one for ever earn'd a royal

husband; Th' other for some while a friend. [Giving her hand to

POLIXENES] LEONTES. [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 practis'd smiles As in a looking-glass; and then

to sigh, as 'twere The mort o' th' deer. O, that is entertainment My bosom

likes not, nor my brows! Mamillius, Art thou my boy? MAMILLIUS. Ay,

my good lord. LEONTES. 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? MAMILLIUS. Yes, if you will,

my lord. LEONTES. 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. But were they false As o'er-dy'd 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, Communicat'st with dreams- how

can this be?- With what's unreal thou 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

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brains And hard'ning of my brows. POLIXENES. What means Sicilia?

HERMIONE. He something seems unsettled. POLIXENES. How, my lord!

What cheer? How is't with you, best brother? HERMIONE. You look As if

you held a brow of much distraction. Are you mov'd, my lord? LEONTES.

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 muzzl'd, 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?

MAMILLIUS. No, my lord, I'll fight. LEONTES. 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? POLIXENES. 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. LEONTES. So stands this squire Offic'd 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; Let what is dear in

Sicily be cheap; Next to thyself and my young rover, he's Apparent to my

heart. HERMIONE. If you would seek us, We are yours i' th' garden.

Shall's attend you there? LEONTES. 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 disgrac'd 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 deceiv'd,

cuckolds ere now; And many a man there is, even at this present, Now

while I speak this, holds his wife by th' arm That little thinks she has been

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sluic'd 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 hath revolted wives, the tenth of mankind Would hang

themselves. Physic for't there's none; It is a bawdy planet, that will strike

Where 'tis predominant; and 'tis pow'rfull, 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! MAMILLIUS. I am like you, they

say. LEONTES. Why, that's some comfort. What! Camillo there?

CAMILLO. Ay, my good lord. LEONTES. Go play, Mamillius; thou'rt an

honest man. Exit MAMILLIUS Camillo, this great sir will yet stay longer.

CAMILLO. You had much ado to make his anchor hold; When you cast

out, it still came home. LEONTES. Didst note it? CAMILLO. He would

not stay at your petitions; made His business more material. LEONTES.

Didst perceive it? [Aside] They're here with me already; whisp'ring,

rounding, 'Sicilia is a so-forth.' 'Tis far gone When I shall gust it last.-

How came't, Camillo, That he did stay? CAMILLO. At the good Queen's

entreaty. LEONTES. '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.

CAMILLO. Business, my lord? I think most understand Bohemia stays

here longer. LEONTES. Ha? CAMILLO. Stays here longer. LEONTES.

Ay, but why? CAMILLO. To satisfy your Highness, and the entreaties Of

our most gracious mistress. LEONTES. Satisfy Th' 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 cleans'd my bosom- I from thee departed Thy

penitent reform'd; but we have been Deceiv'd in thy integrity, deceiv'd In

that which seems so. CAMILLO. Be it forbid, my lord! LEONTES. To

bide upon't: thou art not honest; or, If thou inclin'st that way, thou art a

coward, Which hoxes honesty behind, restraining From course requir'd; or

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