Identifier: comedyofwinterst00shak (find matches)
Title: The comedy of The winter's tale;
Year: 1901 (1900s)
Authors: Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616 Hiestand, Sarah Willard
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Publisher: Boston, D. C. Heath & co.
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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ctii You, that are thus so tender oer his follies, Will never do him good, not one of you. So, so: farewell; we are gone. (Exit, iso Leontes. Thou, traitor, hast set on thy wife to this. My child ? away with t! Even thou, that hast A heart so tender oer it, take it hence And see it instantly consumed with fire; Even thou and none but thou. Take it up straight: 135 Within this hour bring me word t is done, And by good testimony, or I 11 seize thy life. With what thou else caUst thine. Go, take it to the fire; 140 For thou setst on thy wife. Antigonus. I did not, sir: These lords, my noble fellows, if they please, Can clear me in t. Lords. We can: my royal Hege, He is not guilty of her coming hither. 145 Leontes. You re Hars all. First Lord. Beseech your highness, give us better credit:We have always truly served you, and beseech youSo to esteem of us, and on our knees we beg,As recompense of our dear services iso Past and to come, that you do change this pur-pose, 150 dear = honorable.
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SCENE III) THE WINTERS TALE 31 Which being so horrible, so bloody, must Lead on to some foul issue: we aU kneel. Leontes. I am a feather for each wind that blows: Better burn it now. But be it; let it live. 157 It shall not neither. You, sir, come you hither; You that have been so tenderly officious With Lady Margery, your wife there, leo What will you adventure To save this babes life? Antigonus. Any thing, my lord. That my ability may undergo And nobleness impose: at least thus much: les I U pawn the little blood which I have left To save the innocent: any thing possible. Leontes. It shall be possible. Swear by this sword Thou wilt perform my bidding. Antigonus. I will, my lord. Leontes. Mark and perform it, seest thou: for the fail 170 Of any point int shall not only beDeath to thyself but to thy loose-tongued wife.Whom for this time we pardon. We enjoin thee.As thou art liege-man to us, that thou carryThis female infant hence and that thou bear it 175To some remote and desert plac

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