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

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1 IV / 4
  • Sir, my gracious lord,
    To chide at your extremes it not becomes me:
    O, p...
  • Sir, my gracious lord,
    To chide at your extremes it not becomes me:
    O, pardon, that I name them! Your high self,
    The gracious mark o' the land, you have obscured
    With a swain's wearing, and me, poor lowly maid,
    Most goddess-like prank'd up: but that our feasts
    In every mess have folly and the feeders
    Digest it with a custom, I should blush
    To see you so attired, sworn, I think,
    To show myself a glass.
  • Florizel. These your unusual weeds to each part of you
    Do give a life: no shepherdess, but Flora
    Peering in April's front. This your sheep-shearing
    Is as a meeting of the petty gods,
    And you the queen on't.

    Perdita. Sir, my gracious lord,
    To chide at your extremes it not becomes me:
    O, pardon, that I name them! Your high self,
    The gracious mark o' the land, you have obscured
    With a swain's wearing, and me, poor lowly maid,
    Most goddess-like prank'd up: but that our feasts
    In every mess have folly and the feeders
    Digest it with a custom, I should blush
    To see you so attired, sworn, I think,
    To show myself a glass.

2 IV / 4
  • Now Jove afford you cause!
    To me the difference forges dread; your greatness...
  • Now Jove afford you cause!
    To me the difference forges dread; your greatness
    Hath not been used to fear. Even now I tremble
    To think your father, by some accident,
    Should pass this way as you did: O, the Fates!
    How would he look, to see his work so noble
    Vilely bound up? What would he say? Or how
    Should I, in these my borrow'd flaunts, behold
    The sternness of his presence?
  • Florizel. I bless the time
    When my good falcon made her flight across
    Thy father's ground.

    Perdita. Now Jove afford you cause!
    To me the difference forges dread; your greatness
    Hath not been used to fear. Even now I tremble
    To think your father, by some accident,
    Should pass this way as you did: O, the Fates!
    How would he look, to see his work so noble
    Vilely bound up? What would he say? Or how
    Should I, in these my borrow'd flaunts, behold
    The sternness of his presence?

3 IV / 4
  • O, but, sir,
    Your resolution cannot hold, when 'tis
    Opposed, as it must...
  • O, but, sir,
    Your resolution cannot hold, when 'tis
    Opposed, as it must be, by the power of the king:
    One of these two must be necessities,
    Which then will speak, that you must
    change this purpose,
    Or I my life.
  • Florizel. Apprehend
    Nothing but jollity. The gods themselves,
    Humbling their deities to love, have taken
    The shapes of beasts upon them: Jupiter
    Became a bull, and bellow'd; the green Neptune
    A ram, and bleated; and the fire-robed god,
    Golden Apollo, a poor humble swain,
    As I seem now. Their transformations
    Were never for a piece of beauty rarer,
    Nor in a way so chaste, since my desires
    Run not before mine honour, nor my lusts
    Burn hotter than my faith.

    Perdita. O, but, sir,
    Your resolution cannot hold, when 'tis
    Opposed, as it must be, by the power of the king:
    One of these two must be necessities,
    Which then will speak, that you must
    change this purpose,
    Or I my life.

4 IV / 4
  • O lady Fortune,
    Stand you auspicious!
  • O lady Fortune,
    Stand you auspicious!
  • Florizel. Thou dearest Perdita,
    With these forced thoughts, I prithee, darken not
    The mirth o' the feast. Or I'll be thine, my fair,
    Or not my father's. For I cannot be
    Mine own, nor any thing to any, if
    I be not thine. To this I am most constant,
    Though destiny say no. Be merry, gentle;
    Strangle such thoughts as these with any thing
    That you behold the while. Your guests are coming:
    Lift up your countenance, as it were the day
    Of celebration of that nuptial which
    We two have sworn shall come.

    Perdita. O lady Fortune,
    Stand you auspicious!

5 IV / 4
  • [To POLIXENES] Sir, welcome:
    It is my father's will I should take on me
    ...
  • [To POLIXENES] Sir, welcome:
    It is my father's will I should take on me
    The hostess-ship o' the day.
    [To CAMILLO]
    You're welcome, sir.
    Give me those flowers there, Dorcas. Reverend sirs,
    For you there's rosemary and rue; these keep
    Seeming and savour all the winter long:
    Grace and remembrance be to you both,
    And welcome to our shearing!
  • Old Shepherd. Fie, daughter! when my old wife lived, upon
    This day she was both pantler, butler, cook,
    Both dame and servant; welcomed all, served all;
    Would sing her song and dance her turn; now here,
    At upper end o' the table, now i' the middle;
    On his shoulder, and his; her face o' fire
    With labour and the thing she took to quench it,
    She would to each one sip. You are retired,
    As if you were a feasted one and not
    The hostess of the meeting: pray you, bid
    These unknown friends to's welcome; for it is
    A way to make us better friends, more known.
    Come, quench your blushes and present yourself
    That which you are, mistress o' the feast: come on,
    And bid us welcome to your sheep-shearing,
    As your good flock shall prosper.

    Perdita. [To POLIXENES] Sir, welcome:
    It is my father's will I should take on me
    The hostess-ship o' the day.
    [To CAMILLO]
    You're welcome, sir.
    Give me those flowers there, Dorcas. Reverend sirs,
    For you there's rosemary and rue; these keep
    Seeming and savour all the winter long:
    Grace and remembrance be to you both,
    And welcome to our shearing!

6 IV / 4
  • Sir, the year growing ancient,
    Not yet on summer's death, nor on the birth <...
  • Sir, the year growing ancient,
    Not yet on summer's death, nor on the birth
    Of trembling winter, the fairest
    flowers o' the season
    Are our carnations and streak'd gillyvors,
    Which some call nature's bastards: of that kind
    Our rustic garden's barren; and I care not
    To get slips of them.
  • Polixenes. Shepherdess,
    A fair one are you--well you fit our ages
    With flowers of winter.

    Perdita. Sir, the year growing ancient,
    Not yet on summer's death, nor on the birth
    Of trembling winter, the fairest
    flowers o' the season
    Are our carnations and streak'd gillyvors,
    Which some call nature's bastards: of that kind
    Our rustic garden's barren; and I care not
    To get slips of them.

7 IV / 4
  • For I have heard it said
    There is an art which in their piedness shares
    ...
  • For I have heard it said
    There is an art which in their piedness shares
    With great creating nature.
  • Polixenes. Wherefore, gentle maiden,
    Do you neglect them?

    Perdita. For I have heard it said
    There is an art which in their piedness shares
    With great creating nature.

8 IV / 4
  • So it is.
  • So it is.
  • Polixenes. Say there be;
    Yet nature is made better by no mean
    But nature makes that mean: so, over that art
    Which you say adds to nature, is an art
    That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry
    A gentler scion to the wildest stock,
    And make conceive a bark of baser kind
    By bud of nobler race: this is an art
    Which does mend nature, change it rather, but
    The art itself is nature.

    Perdita. So it is.

9 IV / 4
  • I'll not put
    The dibble in earth to set one slip of them;
    No more than w...
  • I'll not put
    The dibble in earth to set one slip of them;
    No more than were I painted I would wish
    This youth should say 'twere well and only therefore
    Desire to breed by me. Here's flowers for you;
    Hot lavender, mints, savoury, marjoram;
    The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun
    And with him rises weeping: these are flowers
    Of middle summer, and I think they are given
    To men of middle age. You're very welcome.
  • Polixenes. Then make your garden rich in gillyvors,
    And do not call them bastards.

    Perdita. I'll not put
    The dibble in earth to set one slip of them;
    No more than were I painted I would wish
    This youth should say 'twere well and only therefore
    Desire to breed by me. Here's flowers for you;
    Hot lavender, mints, savoury, marjoram;
    The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun
    And with him rises weeping: these are flowers
    Of middle summer, and I think they are given
    To men of middle age. You're very welcome.

10 IV / 4
  • Out, alas!
    You'd be so lean, that blasts of January
    Would blow you throu...
  • Out, alas!
    You'd be so lean, that blasts of January
    Would blow you through and through.
    Now, my fair'st friend,
    I would I had some flowers o' the spring that might
    Become your time of day; and yours, and yours,
    That wear upon your virgin branches yet
    Your maidenheads growing: O Proserpina,
    For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall
    From Dis's waggon! daffodils,
    That come before the swallow dares, and take
    The winds of March with beauty; violets dim,
    But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes
    Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses
    That die unmarried, ere they can behold
    Bight Phoebus in his strength--a malady
    Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and
    The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds,
    The flower-de-luce being one! O, these I lack,
    To make you garlands of, and my sweet friend,
    To strew him o'er and o'er!
  • Camillo. I should leave grazing, were I of your flock,
    And only live by gazing.

    Perdita. Out, alas!
    You'd be so lean, that blasts of January
    Would blow you through and through.
    Now, my fair'st friend,
    I would I had some flowers o' the spring that might
    Become your time of day; and yours, and yours,
    That wear upon your virgin branches yet
    Your maidenheads growing: O Proserpina,
    For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall
    From Dis's waggon! daffodils,
    That come before the swallow dares, and take
    The winds of March with beauty; violets dim,
    But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes
    Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses
    That die unmarried, ere they can behold
    Bight Phoebus in his strength--a malady
    Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and
    The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds,
    The flower-de-luce being one! O, these I lack,
    To make you garlands of, and my sweet friend,
    To strew him o'er and o'er!

11 IV / 4
  • No, like a bank for love to lie and play on;
    Not like a corse; or if, not to...
  • No, like a bank for love to lie and play on;
    Not like a corse; or if, not to be buried,
    But quick and in mine arms. Come, take your flowers:
    Methinks I play as I have seen them do
    In Whitsun pastorals: sure this robe of mine
    Does change my disposition.
  • Florizel. What, like a corse?

    Perdita. No, like a bank for love to lie and play on;
    Not like a corse; or if, not to be buried,
    But quick and in mine arms. Come, take your flowers:
    Methinks I play as I have seen them do
    In Whitsun pastorals: sure this robe of mine
    Does change my disposition.

12 IV / 4
  • O Doricles,
    Your praises are too large: but that your youth,
    And the tru...
  • O Doricles,
    Your praises are too large: but that your youth,
    And the true blood which peepeth fairly through't,
    Do plainly give you out an unstain'd shepherd,
    With wisdom I might fear, my Doricles,
    You woo'd me the false way.
  • Florizel. What you do
    Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet.
    I'ld have you do it ever: when you sing,
    I'ld have you buy and sell so, so give alms,
    Pray so; and, for the ordering your affairs,
    To sing them too: when you do dance, I wish you
    A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do
    Nothing but that; move still, still so,
    And own no other function: each your doing,
    So singular in each particular,
    Crowns what you are doing in the present deed,
    That all your acts are queens.

    Perdita. O Doricles,
    Your praises are too large: but that your youth,
    And the true blood which peepeth fairly through't,
    Do plainly give you out an unstain'd shepherd,
    With wisdom I might fear, my Doricles,
    You woo'd me the false way.

13 IV / 4
  • I'll swear for 'em.
  • I'll swear for 'em.
  • Florizel. I think you have
    As little skill to fear as I have purpose
    To put you to't. But come; our dance, I pray:
    Your hand, my Perdita: so turtles pair,
    That never mean to part.

    Perdita. I'll swear for 'em.

14 IV / 4
  • Forewarn him that he use no scurrilous words in 's tunes.
  • Forewarn him that he use no scurrilous words in 's tunes.
  • Clown. Prithee bring him in; and let him approach singing.

    Perdita. Forewarn him that he use no scurrilous words in 's tunes.

15 IV / 4
  • Ay, good brother, or go about to think.
  • Ay, good brother, or go about to think.
  • Clown. You have of these pedlars, that have more in them
    than you'ld think, sister.

    Perdita. Ay, good brother, or go about to think.

16 IV / 4
  • I cannot speak
    So well, nothing so well; no, nor mean better:
    By the pat...
  • I cannot speak
    So well, nothing so well; no, nor mean better:
    By the pattern of mine own thoughts I cut out
    The purity of his.
  • Old Shepherd. But, my daughter,
    Say you the like to him?

    Perdita. I cannot speak
    So well, nothing so well; no, nor mean better:
    By the pattern of mine own thoughts I cut out
    The purity of his.

17 IV / 4
  • Even here undone!
    I was not much afeard; for once or twice
    I was about t...
  • Even here undone!
    I was not much afeard; for once or twice
    I was about to speak and tell him plainly,
    The selfsame sun that shines upon his court
    Hides not his visage from our cottage but
    Looks on alike. Will't please you, sir, be gone?
    I told you what would come of this: beseech you,
    Of your own state take care: this dream of mine,--
    Being now awake, I'll queen it no inch farther,
    But milk my ewes and weep.
  • Polixenes. I'll have thy beauty scratch'd with briers, and made
    More homely than thy state. For thee, fond boy,
    If I may ever know thou dost but sigh
    That thou no more shalt see this knack, as never
    I mean thou shalt, we'll bar thee from succession;
    Not hold thee of our blood, no, not our kin,
    Far than Deucalion off: mark thou my words:
    Follow us to the court. Thou churl, for this time,
    Though full of our displeasure, yet we free thee
    From the dead blow of it. And you, enchantment.--
    Worthy enough a herdsman: yea, him too,
    That makes himself, but for our honour therein,
    Unworthy thee,--if ever henceforth thou
    These rural latches to his entrance open,
    Or hoop his body more with thy embraces,
    I will devise a death as cruel for thee
    As thou art tender to't.

    Perdita. Even here undone!
    I was not much afeard; for once or twice
    I was about to speak and tell him plainly,
    The selfsame sun that shines upon his court
    Hides not his visage from our cottage but
    Looks on alike. Will't please you, sir, be gone?
    I told you what would come of this: beseech you,
    Of your own state take care: this dream of mine,--
    Being now awake, I'll queen it no inch farther,
    But milk my ewes and weep.

18 IV / 4
  • How often have I told you 'twould be thus!
    How often said, my dignity would...
  • How often have I told you 'twould be thus!
    How often said, my dignity would last
    But till 'twere known!
  • Camillo. Even he, my lord.

    Perdita. How often have I told you 'twould be thus!
    How often said, my dignity would last
    But till 'twere known!

19 IV / 4
  • One of these is true:
    I think affliction may subdue the cheek,
    But not t...
  • One of these is true:
    I think affliction may subdue the cheek,
    But not take in the mind.
  • Camillo. A cause more promising
    Than a wild dedication of yourselves
    To unpath'd waters, undream'd shores, most certain
    To miseries enough; no hope to help you,
    But as you shake off one to take another;
    Nothing so certain as your anchors, who
    Do their best office, if they can but stay you
    Where you'll be loath to be: besides you know
    Prosperity's the very bond of love,
    Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together
    Affliction alters.

    Perdita. One of these is true:
    I think affliction may subdue the cheek,
    But not take in the mind.

20 IV / 4
  • Your pardon, sir; for this
    I'll blush you thanks.
  • Your pardon, sir; for this
    I'll blush you thanks.
  • Camillo. I cannot say 'tis pity
    She lacks instructions, for she seems a mistress
    To most that teach.

    Perdita. Your pardon, sir; for this
    I'll blush you thanks.

21 IV / 4
  • Happy be you!
    All that you speak shows fair.
  • Happy be you!
    All that you speak shows fair.
  • Camillo. Shall satisfy your father.

    Perdita. Happy be you!
    All that you speak shows fair.

22 IV / 4
  • I see the play so lies
    That I must bear a part.
  • I see the play so lies
    That I must bear a part.
  • Camillo. Unbuckle, unbuckle.
    [FLORIZEL and AUTOLYCUS exchange garments]
    Fortunate mistress,--let my prophecy
    Come home to ye!--you must retire yourself
    Into some covert: take your sweetheart's hat
    And pluck it o'er your brows, muffle your face,
    Dismantle you, and, as you can, disliken
    The truth of your own seeming; that you may--
    For I do fear eyes over--to shipboard
    Get undescried.

    Perdita. I see the play so lies
    That I must bear a part.

23 V / 1
  • O my poor father!
    The heaven sets spies upon us, will not have
    Our contr...
  • O my poor father!
    The heaven sets spies upon us, will not have
    Our contract celebrated.
  • Lord. 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.

    Perdita. O my poor father!
    The heaven sets spies upon us, will not have
    Our contract celebrated.

24 V / 3
  • And give me leave,
    And do not say 'tis superstition, that
    I kneel and th...
  • And give me leave,
    And do not say 'tis superstition, that
    I kneel and then implore her blessing. Lady,
    Dear queen, that ended when I but began,
    Give me that hand of yours to kiss.
  • Leontes. As now she might have done,
    So much to my good comfort, as it is
    Now piercing to my soul. O, thus she stood,
    Even with such life of majesty, warm life,
    As now it coldly stands, when first I woo'd her!
    I am ashamed: does not the stone rebuke me
    For being more stone than it? O royal piece,
    There's magic in thy majesty, which has
    My evils conjured to remembrance and
    From thy admiring daughter took the spirits,
    Standing like stone with thee.

    Perdita. And give me leave,
    And do not say 'tis superstition, that
    I kneel and then implore her blessing. Lady,
    Dear queen, that ended when I but began,
    Give me that hand of yours to kiss.

25 V / 3
  • So long could I
    Stand by, a looker on.
  • So long could I
    Stand by, a looker on.
  • Leontes. No, not these twenty years.

    Perdita. So long could I
    Stand by, a looker on.

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