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My Lord. He took good rest to night: it's hoped His sickness is discharged. Madam; he hath not slept to night, commanded None should come at him. My Lord the King: the King? Oh Sir, I shall be hated to report it. The Prince your Son, with mere conceit, and fear Of the Queens speed, is gone. Is dead. Oh Master: if you did but hear the Pedlar at the door, you would never dance again after a Tabor and Pipe: no, the Bagpipe could not move you: he sings several Tunes, faster then you'll tell money: he utters them as he had eaten ballads, and all men's ears grew to his Tunes. He hath songs for man, or woman, of all sizes: No Milliner can so fit his customers with Gloves: he has the prettiest Lovesongs for Maids, so without bawdry (which is strange,) with such delicate burdens of Dil do's and Fadings: Iump-her, and thump-her; and where some stretch-mouth'd Rascal, would (as it were) mean mischief, and break a fowl gap into the Matter, he makes the maid to answer, Whoop, do me no harm good man : put's him off, slights him, with Whoop, do me no harm good man. He hath Ribbons of all the colours in that Rain bow; Points, more then all the Lawyers in Bohemia, can learnedly handle, though they come to him by the gross: Inckles, Caddysses, Cambrickes, Lawns: why he sings em over, as they were Gods, or Goddesses: you would think a Smock were a shee-Angell, he so chants to the sleeue-hand, and the work about the square on't: One three of them, by their own report (Sir,) hath danced before the King: and not the worst of the three, but jumps twelve foot and a half by the squire. Why, they stay at door Sir. One that gives out himself Prince Florizell, Son of Polixenes, with his Princess (she The fairest I have yet beheld) desires access To your high presence. But few, And those but mean. I: the most peerless piece of Earth, I think, That ere the Sun shone bright on. Pardon, Madame: The one, I have almost forgotten (your pardon:) The other, when she ha obtained your Eye, Will have your Tongue too. This is a Creature, Would she begin a Sect, might quench the zeal Of all Professors else; make Proselytes Of who she but bid follow. Women will love her, that she is a Woman More worth then any Man: Men, that she is The rarest of all Women. Please' your Highness, Posts From those you sent to the Oracle, are come And hour since: Cleomines and Dion, Being well arrived from Delphos, are both landed, Hasting to the Court. Master, there is three Carters, three Shep herds, three Neatherds, three Swineherds y to have made themselves all men of hair, they call themselves Saltiers, and they have a Dance, which the Wenches say is a Gall ly-maufrey of Gambols, because they are not in't: but they themselves are of the mind (if it be not too rough for some, that know little but bowling) it will please plentifully.
Plot summary
Plot — The Winter's Tale
Polixenes of Bohemia is coming to the end of a nine-month stay at the Sicilian court of Leontes, his childhood playmate. Leontes cannot persuade him to extend his stay, but the pregnant queen, Hermione, has more success. Leontes conceives a suspicion that Polixenes and Hermione have committed adultery, and that her unborn child is a bastard. He commands Camillo to poison Polixenes, but instead Camillo warns the intended victim and escapes with him to Bohemia. Leontes arrests Hermione and sends to the oracle of Apollo for confirmation of her adultery. She gives birth to a daughter in prison, and Paulina hopes to bring Leontes to his senses by showing him the baby; instead, he orders her husband, Antigonus, to take it out of his dominions and abandon it. Hermione is tried for adultery and treason. The oracle, when read, exonerates her and foretells that, unless the lost be found, Leontes will have no heir. Leontes refuses to believe it, whereupon his son Mamillius, who fell sick when his mother was arrested, dies. Hermione collapses in court and is later reported dead. Antigonus abandons the baby on the coast of Bohemia, and is eaten by a bear. The child, Perdita, is found and adopted by an old shepherd. Sixteen years pass. The penitent Leontes, still mourning Hermione, attempts to recall Camillo to Sicily, but Polixenes will not let him go. Worried by rumours that Prince Florizel is courting a shepherd’s daughter, Polixenes attends the sheep-shearing feast in disguise. When it becomes clear that Florizel intends to marry Perdita without consulting his father, Polixenes intervenes and threatens awful reprisals. Camillo helps Florizel and Perdita to abscond to Sicily, knowing that Polixenes will follow them, enabling him to return home at last. Leontes welcomes the newcomers, who include not only the Bohemian royal family but also the old shepherd, who produces the objects found with baby Perdita; these establish her identity as Leontes’ long-lost daughter. The two kings are reconciled, and Polixenes withdraws his objection to his son’s marriage. The court visits a newly sculpted statue of Hermione in Paulina’s chapel. It turns out to be Hermione herself, still alive and awaiting the return of her daughter.