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But when I came to man's estate,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, 'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate,

For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came, alas! to wive,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, By swaggering could I never thrive ,

For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came unto my bed,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, With toss-pots still had drunken head,

For the rain it raineth every day. A great while ago the world begun,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, But that's all one, our play is done,

And we 'll strive to please you every day.

THE WINTER'S TALE.

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. LEONTES, King of Sicilia. An old Shepherd, reputed Father MAMILLIUS, young Prince of Si

of Perdita. cilia.

Clown, bis Son. CAMILLO,

Servant to the old Shepherd. ANTIGONÚS,

AUTOLYCUS, a Rogue. CLEOMENES,

Lords of Sicilia. Time, the Chorus. DION,

HERMIONE, Queen to Leontes. ROGERO, a Gentleman of Sicilia. PERDITA, Daughter to Leontes Officers of a Court of Judicature.

and Hermione. POLIXENES, King of Bohemia. PAULINA, Wife to Antigonus. FLORIZEL, Prince of Bohemia.

EMILIA, a Lady attending the
ARCHIDAMUS, a Lord of Bohemia. Queen.
A Mariner.
Gaoler.
Lords, Ladies, and Attendants; Satyrs, Shepherds, Shepherdesses,

Guards, &c.
SCENE, sometimes in Sicilia, sometimes in Bohemia.

DORCAS , } Shepherdesses.

ACT I. SCENE I.
Sicilia. An Antechamber in LEONTES' Palace.

on

Enter CAMILLO and ARCHIDAMUS. Arch. If you shall chance, Camillo, to visit Bohemia, 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.

Cam. I think, this coming summer, the king of Sicilia means to pay Bohemia the visitation which he justly owes him.

to say.

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 rare - I know not what

We will give you sleepy drinks, that your senses, unintelligent of our iosufficience, 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.

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 vot personal, have been royally attorney'd, with interchange of gifts, letters, loving embassies, that they have seemed to be together, though absent, shook hands, as over à vast, and embraced, as it were, from the ends of opposed winds. The heavcas continue their loves!

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.

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 deshire to live on crutches till he had one.

(E.reunt.

SCENE II.
The Same. A Room of State in the Palace.

And pay

Enter LEONTES, POLIXENES, HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS, CA

MILLO, and Attendants.
Pol. Nine changes of the watery star have been
The shepherd's note, since we have left our throne
Without a burden: time as long again
Would be fillid up, my brother, with our thanks;
And yet we should for perpétuity
Go hence in debt: and therefore, like a ciphér,
Yet standing in rich place, I multiply
With one we-thank-you many thousands more
That go before it.
Leon. Stay your thanks awhile,

them when you part.
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.
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 gain-saying.
Pol.

Press me not, beseech you, so.
There is no tongue that moves, none, done i' the world,
So soon as yours, could win me: so it should now,
Were there necessity in your request, although
'T were needful I denied it. My affairs
Do even drag me homeward; which to hinder,
Were in your love a whip to me, my stay

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