HERMIONE Act I Scene II Flashcards
POLIXINES: Tongue tied Our queen? Speak you
I had thought, sir, to have held my peace until
you had drawn oathes from him not to stay. You,sir Charge him too coldly. Tell him you’re sure
All in Bohemia’s well
POLIXINES: Well said, Hermione
To tell, he long to see his son, were strong:
But let him swear so, and he shall not stay.
We’ll thwack him hence with distaffs.
Yet of your royal presence I’ll adventure
The borrow of a week. You’ll stay?
POLIXINES: I may not, verily
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 not go: a lady's verily's as potent as a lordes. Will you go yet? Force me to keep you as a prisoner, How say you? My prisoner? Or my guest?
POLIXINES: Your guest then, madam…
…than you to punish
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 lordlings then?
POLIXONES: We were, fair queen…
…and to be boy eternal
Was not my lord
the verier wag o’ the two?
POLIXONES: We were were as twinn’d lambs…
… we knew not the doctorine of ill doing…
…nor dream’d that any did
By this we gather
You have tripp’d since.
POLIXONES: my most sacred lady!…
…my wife a girl… your precious self…
… Of my young play fellow
Grace to boot!
Of this make no conclusion, lest you say
Your queen and I are devils.
LEONTES: Is he won yet?
He’ll stay my lord
LEONTES: At my request he would not.
Hermione my dearest, thou never spokest
To better purpose
Never?
LEONTES: Never, but once
What! Have I twice said well? When wast before?
I prithee tell me ; ‘cram’s with praise, and make’s
As fat as tame things: one good deed dying tougueless
Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that.
Our praises are our wages: But to the goal:
my last good deed was to entreat his stay:
what was my first/ it had an elder sister,
Or I mistake you: O, would her name were Grace!
Nay, let me have’t: I long.
LEONTES: Why, that was when
Thee Crabbed months…
…then didst thou utter
‘I am yours for ever.’
‘Tis grace indeed.
Why, lo you now, I have spoke to the purpose twice;
The one forever earned a royal husband:
The other for some while a friend.
LEONTES: Too hot, too hot!…
Mamillius, Art thou my boy?
What means Sicilia?
He seems something unsettled.
POLIXINES: How, My Lord!
What Cheer? how is with you,best brother
You look as if you held a brow of much distraction
Are you moved, my lord?
LEONTES: So stands this squire…
Hermione, How thou lovest us , show in our brothers welcome; let what is dear in Sicicily be cheap: Next to thyself and my young rover, he's Apperent to my heart.
If you would seek us,
We are yours i’ the garden: shall’s attend you there?
