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The Winter's Tale Quotes

25 of the best book quotes from The Winter's Tale
  1. #1
    “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?”
  2. #2
    “Thou want’st a rough pash and the shoots that I have,
    To be full like me: yet they say we are
    Almost as like as eggs; women say so,
    That will say anything but were they false
    As o’er-dyed blacks, as wind, as waters, false
    As dice are to be wish’d by one that fixes
    No bourn ‘twixt his and mine, yet were it true
    To say this boy were like me. Come, sir page,
    Look on me with your welkin eye: sweet villain!”
  3. #3
    “We were as twinn’d lambs that did frisk i’ the sun,
    And bleat the one at the other: what we changed
    Was innocence for innocence;”
  4. #4
    “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.”
  5. #5
    “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. [...]
    But to be paddling palms and pinching fingers,
    As now they are, and making practised smiles,[...]
    My bosom likes not, nor my brows! Mamillius,
    Art thou my boy?”
  6. #6
    ″ 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.”
  7. #7
    “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”
  8. #8
    “The crown and comfort of my life, your favour,
    I do give lost; for I do feel it gone,
    But know not how it went. My second joy
    And first-fruits of my body, from his presence
    I am barr’d, like one infectious.”
  1. #9
    “HERMIONE
    If you would seek us,
    We are yours i’ the garden: shall’s attend you there?
    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! ”
  2. #10
    “Give me the boy: I am glad you did not nurse him:
    Though he does bear some signs of me, yet you
    Have too much blood in him.”
  3. #11
    “CAMILLO
    The heavens continue their loves!
    ARCHIDAMUS
    I think there is not in the world either malice or
    matter to alter it.”
  4. #12
    “Good my lord, be cured
    Of this diseased opinion, and betimes;
    For ‘tis most dangerous.”
  5. #13
    “LEONTES
    My brother,
    Are you so fond of your young prince as we
    Do seem to be of ours?
    POLIXENES
    If at home, sir,
    He’s all my exercise, my mirth, my matter,”
  6. #14
    “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”
  7. #15
    “The blessed gods
    Purge all infection from our air whilst you
    Do climate here!
  8. #16
    “Let me be punish’d, that have minded you
    Of what you should forget. Now, good my liege
    Sir, royal sir, forgive a foolish woman:
    The love I bore your queen--lo, fool again!--
    I’ll speak of her no more, nor of your children;
    I’ll not remember you of my own lord,
    Who is lost too: take your patience to you,
    And I’ll say nothing. ”

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  1. #17
    “My wife’s a hobby-horse, deserves a name
    As rank as any flax-wench that puts to
    Before her troth-plight: say’t and justify’t.”
  2. #18
    “The gifts she looks from me are pack’d and lock’d
    Up in my heart; which I have given already,
    But not deliver’d. O, hear me breathe my life
    Before this ancient sir, who, it should seem,
    Hath sometime loved!”
  3. #19
    “PAULINA
    Good queen, my lord,
    Good queen; I say good queen;
    And would by combat make her good, so were I
    A man, the worst about you.”
  4. #20
    “Heavy matters! heavy matters! but look thee here,
    boy. Now bless thyself: thou mettest with things
    dying, I with things newborn.”
  5. #21
    “O, then my best blood turn To an infected jelly and my name Be yoked with his that did betray the Best! Turn then my freshest reputation to A savour that may strike the dullest nostril Where I arrive, and my approach be shunn’d, Nay, hated too, worse than the great’st infection That e’er was heard or read!”
  6. #22
    “It is yours;
    And, might we lay the old proverb to your charge,
    So like you, ‘tis the worse. Behold, my lords,
    Although the print be little, the whole matter
    And copy of the father, eye, nose, lip,
    The trick of’s frown, his forehead, nay, the valley,
    The pretty dimples of his chin and cheek,
    His smiles”
  7. #23
    “My third comfort
    Starr’d most unluckily, is from my breast,
    The innocent milk in its most innocent mouth,
    Haled out to murder: myself on every post
    Proclaimed a strumpet: with immodest hatred
    The child-bed privilege denied, which ‘longs
    To women of all fashion; lastly, hurried
    Here to this place, i’ the open air, before
    I have got strength of limit.”
  8. #24
    “Nothing but bonfires: the oracle is fulfilled; the
    king’s daughter is found: such a deal of wonder is
    broken out within this hour that ballad-makers
    cannot be able to express it.”
  9. #25
    “LEONTES
    You will! why, happy man be’s dole! My brother,
    Are you so fond of your young prince as we
    Do seem to be of ours?
    POLIXENES
    If at home, sir,
    He’s all my exercise, my mirth, my matter,
    Now my sworn friend and then mine enemy,
    My parasite, my soldier, statesman, all:
    He makes a July’s day short as December,
    And with his varying childness cures in me
    Thoughts that would thick my blood.”
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