Speeches (Lines) for Mamillius in "The Winter's Tale"

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# Act / Scene Speech text
1 I / 2
  • Ay, my good lord.
  • Ay, my good lord.
  • Leontes. [Aside]. Too hot, too hot!
    To mingle friendship far is mingling bloods.
    I have tremor cordis on me: my heart dances;
    But not for joy; not joy. This entertainment
    May a free face put on, derive a liberty
    From heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom,
    And well become the agent; 't may, I grant;
    But to be paddling palms and pinching fingers,
    As now they are, and making practised smiles,
    As in a looking-glass, and then to sigh, as 'twere
    The mort o' the deer; O, that is entertainment
    My bosom likes not, nor my brows! Mamillius,
    Art thou my boy?

    Mamillius. Ay, my good lord.

2 I / 2
  • Yes, if you will, my lord.
  • Yes, if you will, my lord.
  • Leontes. I' fecks!
    Why, that's my bawcock. What, hast
    smutch'd thy nose?
    They say it is a copy out of mine. Come, captain,
    We must be neat; not neat, but cleanly, captain:
    And yet the steer, the heifer and the calf
    Are all call'd neat.--Still virginalling
    Upon his palm!--How now, you wanton calf!
    Art thou my calf?

    Mamillius. Yes, if you will, my lord.

3 I / 2
  • No, my lord, I'll fight.
  • No, my lord, I'll fight.
  • Leontes. No, in good earnest.
    How sometimes nature will betray its folly,
    Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime
    To harder bosoms! Looking on the lines
    Of my boy's face, methoughts I did recoil
    Twenty-three years, and saw myself unbreech'd,
    In my green velvet coat, my dagger muzzled,
    Lest it should bite its master, and so prove,
    As ornaments oft do, too dangerous:
    How like, methought, I then was to this kernel,
    This squash, this gentleman. Mine honest friend,
    Will you take eggs for money?

    Mamillius. No, my lord, I'll fight.

4 I / 2
  • I am like you, they say.
  • I am like you, they say.
  • Leontes. To your own bents dispose you: you'll be found,
    Be you beneath the sky.
    [Aside]
    I am angling now,
    Though you perceive me not how I give line.
    Go to, go to!
    How she holds up the neb, the bill to him!
    And arms her with the boldness of a wife
    To her allowing husband!
    [Exeunt POLIXENES, HERMIONE, and Attendants]
    Gone already!
    Inch-thick, knee-deep, o'er head and
    ears a fork'd one!
    Go, play, boy, play: thy mother plays, and I
    Play too, but so disgraced a part, whose issue
    Will hiss me to my grave: contempt and clamour
    Will be my knell. Go, play, boy, play.
    There have been,
    Or I am much deceived, cuckolds ere now;
    And many a man there is, even at this present,
    Now while I speak this, holds his wife by the arm,
    That little thinks she has been sluiced in's absence
    And his pond fish'd by his next neighbour, by
    Sir Smile, his neighbour: nay, there's comfort in't
    Whiles other men have gates and those gates open'd,
    As mine, against their will. Should all despair
    That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind
    Would hang themselves. Physic for't there is none;
    It is a bawdy planet, that will strike
    Where 'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful, think it,
    From east, west, north and south: be it concluded,
    No barricado for a belly; know't;
    It will let in and out the enemy
    With bag and baggage: many thousand on's
    Have the disease, and feel't not. How now, boy!

    Mamillius. I am like you, they say.

5 II / 1
  • No, I'll none of you.
  • No, I'll none of you.
  • First Lady. Come, my gracious lord,
    Shall I be your playfellow?

    Mamillius. No, I'll none of you.

6 II / 1
  • You'll kiss me hard and speak to me as if
    I were a baby still. I love you be...
  • You'll kiss me hard and speak to me as if
    I were a baby still. I love you better.
  • First Lady. Why, my sweet lord?

    Mamillius. You'll kiss me hard and speak to me as if
    I were a baby still. I love you better.

7 II / 1
  • Not for because
    Your brows are blacker; yet black brows, they say,
    Becom...
  • Not for because
    Your brows are blacker; yet black brows, they say,
    Become some women best, so that there be not
    Too much hair there, but in a semicircle
    Or a half-moon made with a pen.
  • Second Lady. And why so, my lord?

    Mamillius. Not for because
    Your brows are blacker; yet black brows, they say,
    Become some women best, so that there be not
    Too much hair there, but in a semicircle
    Or a half-moon made with a pen.

8 II / 1
  • I learnt it out of women's faces. Pray now
    What colour are your eyebrows?
  • I learnt it out of women's faces. Pray now
    What colour are your eyebrows?
  • Second Lady. Who taught you this?

    Mamillius. I learnt it out of women's faces. Pray now
    What colour are your eyebrows?

9 II / 1
  • Nay, that's a mock: I have seen a lady's nose
    That has been blue, but not he...
  • Nay, that's a mock: I have seen a lady's nose
    That has been blue, but not her eyebrows.
  • First Lady. Blue, my lord.

    Mamillius. Nay, that's a mock: I have seen a lady's nose
    That has been blue, but not her eyebrows.

10 II / 1
  • Merry or sad shall't be?
  • Merry or sad shall't be?
  • Hermione. What wisdom stirs amongst you? Come, sir, now
    I am for you again: pray you, sit by us,
    And tell 's a tale.

    Mamillius. Merry or sad shall't be?

11 II / 1
  • A sad tale's best for winter: I have one
    Of sprites and goblins.
  • A sad tale's best for winter: I have one
    Of sprites and goblins.
  • Hermione. As merry as you will.

    Mamillius. A sad tale's best for winter: I have one
    Of sprites and goblins.

12 II / 1
  • There was a man--
  • There was a man--
  • Hermione. Let's have that, good sir.
    Come on, sit down: come on, and do your best
    To fright me with your sprites; you're powerful at it.

    Mamillius. There was a man--

13 II / 1
  • Dwelt by a churchyard: I will tell it softly;
    Yond crickets shall not hear i...
  • Dwelt by a churchyard: I will tell it softly;
    Yond crickets shall not hear it.
  • Hermione. Nay, come, sit down; then on.

    Mamillius. Dwelt by a churchyard: I will tell it softly;
    Yond crickets shall not hear it.

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