A Winter’s Tale | Act 4.1

Bohemia. The palace
of  POLIXENES.

[Enter POLIXENES and CAMILLO]

POLIXENES      I pray thee, good Camillo, be no more
importunate: ’tis a sickness denying thee any thing;
a death to grant this.

CAMILLO      It is fifteen years since I saw my country:
though I have for the most part been aired abroad, I

desire to lay my bones there. Besides, the penitent
king, my master, hath sent for me; to whose feeling
sorrows I might be some allay, or I o’erween to
think so, which is another spur to my departure.

POLIXENES      As thou lovest me, Camillo, wipe not
out the rest of thy services by leaving me now: the
need I have of thee thine own goodness hath made;
better not to have had thee than thus to want thee:
thou, having made me businesses which none without
thee can sufficiently manage, must either stay to execute

them thyself or take away with thee the very
services thou hast done; which if I have not enough
considered, as too much I cannot, to be more
thankful to thee shall be my study, and my profit
therein the heaping friendships. Of that fatal
country, Sicilia, prithee speak no more; whose very
naming punishes me with the remembrance of that
penitent, as thou callest him, and reconciled king,
my brother; whose loss of his most precious queen
and children are even now to be afresh lamented.
Say to me, when sawest thou the Prince Florizel, my
son? Kings are no less unhappy, their issue not
being gracious, than they are in losing them when
they have approved their virtues.

CAMILLO      Sir, it is three days since I saw the prince.
What his happier affairs may be, are to me unknown:
but I have missingly noted, he is of late much retired

from court and is less frequent to his princely
exercises than formerly he hath appeared.

POLIXENES      I have considered so much, Camillo,
and with some care; so far that I have eyes under my
service which look upon his removedness; from whom
I have this intelligence, that he is seldom from the house
of a most homely shepherd; a man, they say, that from

very nothing, and beyond the imagination of his
neighbours, is grown into an unspeakable estate.

CAMILLO       I have heard, sir, of such a man, who hath a
daughter of most rare note: the report of her is extended
more than can be thought to begin from such a cottage.

POLIXENES      That’s likewise part of my intelligence;
but, I fear, the angle that plucks our son thither. Thou

shalt accompany us to the place; where we will, not
appearing what we are, have some question with the
shepherd; from whose simplicity I think it not
uneasy to get the cause of my son’s resort thither.
Prithee, be my present partner in this business, and
lay aside the thoughts of Sicilia.

CAMILLO       I willingly obey your command.

POLIXENES
My best Camillo! We must disguise ourselves.

 

[Exeunt] Act 4 Chorus | Act 4.2


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