A room in LEONTES' palace.
Enter LEONTES, CLEOMENES, DION, PAULINA, and Servants
Sir, you have done enough, and have perform'd
A saint-like sorrow: no fault could you make,
Which you have not redeem'd; indeed, paid down
More penitence than done trespass: at the last,
Do as the heavens have done, forget your evil;
With them forgive yourself.
Whilst I remember
Her and her virtues, I cannot forget
My blemishes in them, and so still think of
The wrong I did myself; which was so much,
That heirless it hath made my kingdom and
Destroy'd the sweet'st companion that e'er man
Bred his hopes out of.
True, too true, my lord:
If, one by one, you wedded all the world,
Or from the all that are took something good,
To make a perfect woman, she you kill'd
Would be unparallel'd.
I think so. Kill'd!
She I kill'd! I did so: but thou strikest me
Sorely, to say I did; it is as bitter
Upon thy tongue as in my thought: now, good now,
Say so but seldom.
Not at all, good lady:
You might have spoken a thousand things that would
Have done the time more benefit and graced
Your kindness better.
You are one of those
Would have him wed again.
If you would not so,
You pity not the state, nor the remembrance
Of his most sovereign name; consider little
What dangers, by his highness' fail of issue,
May drop upon his kingdom and devour
Incertain lookers on. What were more holy
Than to rejoice the former queen is well?
What holier than, for royalty's repair,
For present comfort and for future good,
To bless the bed of majesty again
With a sweet fellow to't?
There is none worthy,
Respecting her that's gone. Besides, the gods
Will have fulfill'd their secret purposes;
For has not the divine Apollo said,
Is't not the tenor of his oracle,
That King Leontes shall not have an heir
Till his lost child be found? which that it shall,
Is all as monstrous to our human reason
As my Antigonus to break his grave
And come again to me; who, on my life,
Did perish with the infant. 'Tis your counsel
My lord should to the heavens be contrary,
Oppose against their wills.
Care not for issue;
The crown will find an heir: great Alexander
Left his to the worthiest; so his successor
Was like to be the best.
Who hast the memory of Hermione,
I know, in honour, O, that ever I
Had squared me to thy counsel! then, even now,
I might have look'd upon my queen's full eyes,
Have taken treasure from her lips--
And left them
More rich for what they yielded.
Thou speak'st truth.
No more such wives; therefore, no wife: one worse,
And better used, would make her sainted spirit
Again possess her corpse, and on this stage,
Where we're offenders now, appear soul-vex'd,
And begin, 'Why to me?'
Had she such power,
She had just cause.
She had; and would incense me
To murder her I married.
I should so.
Were I the ghost that walk'd, I'ld bid you mark
Her eye, and tell me for what dull part in't
You chose her; then I'ld shriek, that even your ears
Should rift to hear me; and the words that follow'd
Should be 'Remember mine.'
And all eyes else dead coals! Fear thou no wife;
I'll have no wife, Paulina.
Will you swear
Never to marry but by my free leave?
Never, Paulina; so be blest my spirit!
Then, good my lords, bear witness to his oath.
You tempt him over-much.
As like Hermione as is her picture,
Affront his eye.
I have done.
Yet, if my lord will marry,--if you will, sir,
No remedy, but you will,--give me the office
To choose you a queen: she shall not be so young
As was your former; but she shall be such
As, walk'd your first queen's ghost,
it should take joy
To see her in your arms.
My true Paulina,
We shall not marry till thou bid'st us.
Shall be when your first queen's again in breath;
Never till then.
Enter a Gentleman
One that gives out himself Prince Florizel,
Son of Polixenes, with his princess, she
The fairest I have yet beheld, desires access
To your high presence.
What with him? he comes not
Like to his father's greatness: his approach,
So out of circumstance and sudden, tells us
'Tis not a visitation framed, but forced
By need and accident. What train?
And those but mean.
His princess, say you, with him?
Ay, the most peerless piece of earth, I think,
That e'er the sun shone bright on.
As every present time doth boast itself
Above a better gone, so must thy grave
Give way to what's seen now! Sir, you yourself
Have said and writ so, but your writing now
Is colder than that theme, 'She had not been,
Nor was not to be equall'd;'--thus your verse
Flow'd with her beauty once: 'tis shrewdly ebb'd,
To say you have seen a better.
The one I have almost forgot,--your pardon,--
The other, when she has obtain'd 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.
How! not women?
Women will love her, that she is a woman
More worth than any man; men, that she is
The rarest of all women.
Yourself, assisted with your honour'd friends,
Bring them to our embracement. Still, 'tis strange
Exeunt CLEOMENES and others
He thus should steal upon us.
Had our prince,
Jewel of children, seen this hour, he had pair'd
Well with this lord: there was not full a month
Between their births.
Prithee, no more; cease; thou know'st
He dies to me again when talk'd of: sure,
When I shall see this gentleman, thy speeches
Will bring me to consider that which may
Unfurnish me of reason. They are come.
Re-enter CLEOMENES and others, with FLORIZEL and PERDITA
Your mother was most true to wedlock, prince;
For she did print your royal father off,
Conceiving you: were I but twenty-one,
Your father's image is so hit in you,
His very air, that I should call you brother,
As I did him, and speak of something wildly
By us perform'd before. Most dearly welcome!
And your fair princess,--goddess!--O, alas!
I lost a couple, that 'twixt heaven and earth
Might thus have stood begetting wonder as
You, gracious couple, do: and then I lost--
All mine own folly--the society,
Amity too, of your brave father, whom,
Though bearing misery, I desire my life
Once more to look on him.
By his command
Have I here touch'd Sicilia and from him
Give you all greetings that a king, at friend,
Can send his brother: and, but infirmity
Which waits upon worn times hath something seized
His wish'd ability, he had himself
The lands and waters 'twixt your throne and his
Measured to look upon you; whom he loves--
He bade me say so--more than all the sceptres
And those that bear them living.
O my brother,
Good gentleman! the wrongs I have done thee stir
Afresh within me, and these thy offices,
So rarely kind, are as interpreters
Of my behind-hand slackness. Welcome hither,
As is the spring to the earth. And hath he too
Exposed this paragon to the fearful usage,
At least ungentle, of the dreadful Neptune,
To greet a man not worth her pains, much less
The adventure of her person?
Good my lord,
She came from Libya.
Where the warlike Smalus,
That noble honour'd lord, is fear'd and loved?
Most royal sir, from thence; from him, whose daughter
His tears proclaim'd his, parting with her: thence,
A prosperous south-wind friendly, we have cross'd,
To execute the charge my father gave me
For visiting your highness: my best train
I have from your Sicilian shores dismiss'd;
Who for Bohemia bend, to signify
Not only my success in Libya, sir,
But my arrival and my wife's in safety
Here where we are.
The blessed gods
Purge all infection from our air whilst you
Do climate here! You have a holy father,
A graceful gentleman; against whose person,
So sacred as it is, I have done sin:
For which the heavens, taking angry note,
Have left me issueless; and your father's blest,
As he from heaven merits it, with you
Worthy his goodness. What might I have been,
Might I a son and daughter now have look'd on,
Such goodly things as you!
Enter a Lord
Most noble sir,
That which I shall report will bear no credit,
Were not the proof so nigh. Please you, great sir,
Bohemia greets you from himself by me;
Desires you to attach his son, who has--
His dignity and duty both cast off--
Fled from his father, from his hopes, and with
A shepherd's daughter.
Where's Bohemia? speak.
Here in your city; I now came from him:
I speak amazedly; and it becomes
My marvel and my message. To your court
Whiles he was hastening, in the chase, it seems,
Of this fair couple, meets he on the way
The father of this seeming lady and
Her brother, having both their country quitted
With this young prince.
Camillo has betray'd me;
Whose honour and whose honesty till now
Endured all weathers.
Lay't so to his charge:
He's with the king your father.
Camillo, sir; I spake with him; who now
Has these poor men in question. Never saw I
Wretches so quake: they kneel, they kiss the earth;
Forswear themselves as often as they speak:
Bohemia stops his ears, and threatens them
With divers deaths in death.
O my poor father!
The heaven sets spies upon us, will not have
Our contract celebrated.
You are married?
We are not, sir, nor are we like to be;
The stars, I see, will kiss the valleys first:
The odds for high and low's alike.
Is this the daughter of a king?
When once she is my wife.
That 'once' I see by your good father's speed
Will come on very slowly. I am sorry,
Most sorry, you have broken from his liking
Where you were tied in duty, and as sorry
Your choice is not so rich in worth as beauty,
That you might well enjoy her.
Dear, look up:
Though Fortune, visible an enemy,
Should chase us with my father, power no jot
Hath she to change our loves. Beseech you, sir,
Remember since you owed no more to time
Than I do now: with thought of such affections,
Step forth mine advocate; at your request
My father will grant precious things as trifles.
Would he do so, I'ld beg your precious mistress,
Which he counts but a trifle.
Sir, my liege,
Your eye hath too much youth in't: not a month
'Fore your queen died, she was more worth such gazes
Than what you look on now.
I thought of her,
Even in these looks I made.
But your petition
Is yet unanswer'd. I will to your father:
Your honour not o'erthrown by your desires,
I am friend to them and you: upon which errand
I now go toward him; therefore follow me
And mark what way I make: come, good my lord.
King Leontes' sixteen years in mourning amounted to a hermit-like existence. He saw only the closest members of court and was totally disinterested in affairs of state. Leontes was in one of the cold and lifeless rooms of his private quarters when Cleomenes, Dion and Paulina came to see him.
"Sir," Cleomenes said, "you have done a saintly penance. Indeed if you ever sinned again the penance has been done in advance. Do as the heavens have done, forget your evil and forgive yourself your sins."
"As long as I remember Hermione and her virtuous children, I cannot forget the wrongs done to them and the ills I’ve brought upon myself, so bad that my kingdom is left without an heir and I destroyed the sweetest companion a man could ever hope for."
"True, too true, my lord," Paulina said. "If, one by one, you wedded all the women in the world, or from all of them took something good to make a perfect woman, Hermione would still be unparalleled."
"I agree. I killed her!"
The courtiers wagged their heads in disagreement but Leontes waved their objections aside.
"Yes, I did. But Paulina, you cut me to the quick by saying that. I feel it bitter on my tongue. If you have to remind me, do so seldom."
"Don't bother, good lady," Cleomenes said. "You could have a said a thousand other things that would have been more appropriate and becoming."
"You are one of those keen to have him remarry," Paulina countered.
"If you're against that," Dion said, "then you have no consideration for Sicily or the royal lineage. Without an heir Sicily is vulnerable to all kinds of interference and ambitions from would-be conquerors. What would be more respectful now Queen Hermione is at peace? What would be better for the monarchy’s continuity and the King's welfare than to have a companion?"
"There are no women worthy of Hermione," Paulina said rather sharply. "In addition, the gods have fulfilled their purpose. Was it not the divine Apollo's pronouncement that said King Leontes shall not have an heir until his lost child is found? The probability of that happening is much the same as my husband Antigonus coming back from the dead, he who died abandoning your daughter under threat of my life. It's the courtier’s advice the King should ignore the will of Apollo!"
Paulina approached Leontes and gripped his arm: "Forget about heirs, the monarchy will survive. Alexander the Great left his throne to the worthiest, thereby ensuring the Macedonian monarchy continued in the best hands."
"Good Paulina," Leontes said, "who I know always holds the memory of Hermione precious, I wish I only ever listened to your counsel. If only I had, now I would be looking into Hermione's eyes and kissing her lips."
"And be all the better for it!"
"You speak the truth. There will not be another wife. One of less substance but treated better would make Hermione's spirit restless, wandering Sicily wondering why."
"If she did that it would be justified," Paulina nodded.
"Indeed, and it would only incense me to murder my new wife."
"If I were the ghost I would drive you to a frenzy," Paulina said. "I'd want to know what parts of her you preferred to me and I would scream until your eardrums burst, Remember me."
"Stars, stars, and all eyes are just dead coals! No wife, Paulina, don’t worry. I'll have no wife."
"Will you swear never to marry unless you have my consent?"
"I swear, Paulina. Never."
"Good lords, bear witness to his oath."
"You're blackmailing him!" Cleomenes said.
"Unless another, identical to Hermione stands before him."
"Good madam,-" Cleomenes began.
"I am finished,” Paulina said. “Yet, if my lord should remarry, sir, no remedy, but you will give me the office to choose you a queen. She shall not be as young as your former wife but she shall be such that if Hermione's ghost saw you it would approve."
"My true Paulina, I will not remarry until you permit it."
"That will only be when Queen Hermione breathes again. Not until."
Cleomenes and Dion stood fuming and were about to berate Paulina when another courtier hurriedly joined them with an urgent message.
"One who calls himself Prince Florizel, son of Polixenes, with his princess, she the fairest I have yet beheld, desires an audience with Your Majesty," the courtier said.
"Who is with him? He arrives in a manner inappropriate to his station. And it's unexpected and rather sudden. In fact it suggests this is not planned but forced upon him by need and accident. How large is his party?"
"Few, and rather ragtag."
"You said his princess is with him?"
"Yes, the most beautiful creature on whom the sun has ever shone."
"Oh, Hermione," Paulina sighed, "as every new time boasts it is better than what has gone before, so your beauty must now be superseded since you are of the dead. Gentleman, you have said and written those sentiments before, and now they are as cold and dead as the one you praised."
"Pardon, madam, I have not forgotten Queen Hermione but once you see this young lady you will be complementing her too. Her beauty will inspire a new religion, satisfying the zeal of the believers and make converts of everyone else."
"Oh? Not of women!"
"Women will love her for being a woman and of more worth than any man, and men that she is the rarest of all women."
"Cleomenes," said King Leontes, "go with your assistants and welcome them and then bring them here. Still, it's rather strange he should appear here in this manner."
"Had our Prince Mamillius, a jewel of a child, lived to see this, he would become this prince's friend. There wasn't not full a month between their births."
"Please, no more. You know he dies all over again at the mention of his name. When I see this young man your talk will only depress me. Here they come!"
Cleomenes returned with Prince Florizel and Perdita.
"Your mother was most true to wedlock, Prince Florizel," Leontes said, "you are the double of your father. If I were still twenty-one I would call you brother the way I once did Polixenes, and I would suggest something to occupy us for the afternoon. You and your princess, or should I say goddess, are most dearly welcome. Alas, I lost a couple who should be standing here as wondrously as you two. But I lost them through my own folly, the same way I lost friendship and society. Although my life is miserable, to see Polixenes once more is an incentive to live."
"By his command I have landed in Sicily and from him bring you all greetings that a King in friendship can send his brother. If it was not for his ailments, which come with old age, he himself would cross the waters between Bohemia and Sicily to see you. He asked me to tell you how much he loves you, more than all the other kings put together."
"Oh, Polixenes! Good gentleman! The wrongs I have him done stir afresh within me. This visit only reminds me how lacking I have been in diplomacy. You are welcome here as the spring is to the earth. And has he also allowed this paragon of beauty to risk her life crossing Neptune's temperamental territories to meet a man not worthy of her trouble."
"My lord, she is from Libya."
"Where the warlike Smalus, that noble honoured lord, is feared and loved?" Leontes asked.
"Yes, your majesty. From Libya, from Smalus himself, his daughter. Sir, Smalus cried vainly when she left Libya. Then a robust but friendly south wind carried us here to fulfill my father's orders. The bulk of my entourage have been sent home to Bohemia to advise my father of my triumph in winning Smalus' daughter’s hand and of my arrival in Sicily."
"The blessed gods freshen the air while you remain in our country! You have a virtuous father, a graceful gentleman against whose person, as sacred as it is, I have sinned. For this the heavens, observing all, have left me childless. Your father is blessed with you, Heaven says he merits your worthy goodness. How different a man I might be if I had a son and daughter to look upon."
Another courtier interrupted with more developments.
"Most noble sir, that which I shall report would have no credibility if the proof weren't conclusive. Please you, great sir, King Polixenes of Bohemia asks that you arrest his son, who has abandoned his duty and dignity and fled from his father on an elopement with a shepherd’s daughter."
"Where's Polixenes? Tell me!" Leontes gasped.
"Here in Sicily. I've just left him. I'm speaking excitedly, and that's appropriate to the circumstances. He came to your court in hasty pursuit of this young couple and on the way he met the apparent father and brother of this young lady, who are also in pursuit."
"Camillo has betrayed me," Florizel yelled. "I thought his honesty and honour would endure anything."
"You can tell him that," said the courtier, "he's with your father!"
"Camillo? Here too?" Leontes gasped.
"Yes, Camillo, sir. I spoke with him. He's questioning the girl's father and brother as we speak. I never saw two poor wretches quake so! They kneel, they kiss the earth and wail their loyalty with every second word. Polixenes has a headache listening to them and threatens all kinds of vicious punishments."
"Oh my poor father!" Perdita cried. "The gods have arranged for spies to thwart our marriage!"
"You are married?"
"We are not, sir, nor are we likely to be. The stars hold our fate, high or humble who can tell the outcome."
"Florizel, is this the daughter of a king?" Leontes asked.
"She will be, when she is my wife."
"That when, I see by your father's urgency is not imminent. I am sorry, very sorry, you have offended him, and sorry, too, your choice is not as rich in worth as in beauty that your marriage may not go ahead."
"Perdita," Florizel said, "look on the bright side. Fortune may side with my father but even together they cannot hinder our love. I beg you, sir, think of when you were as young as I am. With your memories of youth please attempt to persuade my father. I know at your request my father would grant anything."
"If that was so I’d beg this beautiful woman for myself."
"Sir," Paulina said, "your eyes are young again, full of sparkle. Only a month before Hermione died did you look at her so lovingly."
"I think of Hermione as I look at her. But, Florizel, that doesn’t answer your question. As long as you have behaved honourably towards this girl I will speak on your behalf. So, on this errand let us go and meet Polixenes. Follow me."