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    The Winter's Tale: Illustrated
    The Winter's Tale: Illustrated
    The Winter's Tale: Illustrated
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    The Winter's Tale: Illustrated

    By Murat Ukray and William Shakespeare

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    The Winter's Tale is a play by William Shakespeare, originally published in the First Folio of 1623. Although it was grouped among the comedies, some modern editors have relabelled the play as one of Shakespeare's late romances. Some critics consider it to be one of Shakespeare's "problem plays", because the first three acts are filled with intense psychological drama, while the last two acts are comedic and supply a happy ending.


    The play has been intermittently popular, revived in productions in various forms and adaptations by some of the leading theatre practitioners in Shakespearean performance history, beginning after a long interval with David Garrick in his adaptation called Florizel and Perdita (first performed in 1754 and published in 1756).


    The Winter's Tale was revived again in the 19th century, when the third "pastoral" act was widely popular. In the second half of the 20th century The Winter's Tale in its entirety, and drawn largely from the First Folio text, was often performed, with varying degrees of success.


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    John Fawcett as Autolycus in "The Winter's Tale" (1828) by Thomas Charles Wageman
    Following a brief setup scene the play begins with the appearance of two childhood friends: Leontes, King of Sicilia, and Polixenes, the King of Bohemia. Polixenes is visiting the kingdom of Sicilia, and is enjoying catching up with his old friend. However, after nine months, Polixenes yearns to return to his own kingdom to tend to affairs and see his son. Leontes desperately attempts to get Polixenes to stay longer, but is unsuccessful. Leontes then decides to send his wife, Queen Hermione, to try to convince Polixenes. Hermione agrees and with three short speeches is successful. Leontes is puzzled as to how Hermione convinced Polixenes so easily, and Leontes suddenly goes insane and suspects that his pregnant wife has been having an affair with Polixenes and that the child is a bastard. Leontes orders Camillo, a Sicilian Lord, to poison Polixenes. Camillo instead warns Polixenes and they both flee to Bohemia.


    Furious at their escape, Leontes now publicly accuses his wife of infidelity, and declares that the child she is bearing must be illegitimate. He throws her in prison, over the protests of his nobles, and sends two of his lords, Cleomenes and Dion, to the Oracle at Delphi for what he is sure will be confirmation of his suspicions.


    Meanwhile, the queen gives birth to a girl, and her loyal friend Paulina takes the baby to the king, in the hopes that the sight of the child will soften his heart. He grows angrier, however, and orders Paulina's husband, Lord Antigonus, to take the child and abandon it in a desolate place.


    Cleomenes and Dion return from Delphi with word from the Oracle and find Hermione publicly and humiliatingly put on trial before the king. She asserts her innocence, and asks for the word of the Oracle to be read before the court. The Oracle states categorically that Hermione and Polixenes are innocent, Camillo an honest man, and that Leontes will have no heir until his lost daughter is found. Leontes shuns the news, refusing to believe it as the truth. As this news is revealed, word comes that Leontes' son, Mamillius, has died of a wasting sickness brought on by the accusations against his mother. Hermione, meanwhile, falls in a swoon, and is carried away by Paulina, who subsequently reports the queen's death to her heartbroken and repentant husband. Leontes vows to spend the rest of his days atoning for the loss of his son and his queen.

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    Release dateApr 17, 2015
    ISBN9786155565885
    The Winter's Tale: Illustrated
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    Murat Ukray

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      The Winter's Tale - Murat Ukray

      Dramatis Personae

      LEONTES, King of Sicilia

      MAMILLIUS, his son

      CAMILLO, Sicilian Lord

      ANTIGONUS, Sicilian Lord

      CLEOMENES, Sicilian Lord

      DION, Sicilian Lord

      POLIXENES, King of Bohemia

      FLORIZEL, his son

      ARCHIDAMUS, a Bohemian Lord

      An Old Shepherd, reputed father of Perdita

      CLOWN, his son

      AUTOLYCUS, a rogue

      A Mariner

      Gaoler

      Servant to the Old Shepherd

      Other Sicilian Lords

      Sicilian Gentlemen

      Officers of a Court of Judicature

      HERMIONE, Queen to Leontes

      PERDITA, daughter to Leontes and Hermione

      PAULINA, wife to Antigonus

      EMILIA, a lady attending on the Queen

      MOPSA, shepherdess

      DORCAS, shepherdess

      Other Ladies, attending on the Queen

      Lords, Ladies, and Attendants; Satyrs for a Dance; Shepherds, Shepherdesses, Guards, &c.

      TIME, as Chorus

      Scene:

      Sometimes in Sicilia; sometimes in Bohemia.

      ACT I.

      SCENE I. Sicilia. An Antechamber in LEONTES' Palace.

      [Enter CAMILLO and ARCHIDAMUS]

      ARCHIDAMUS

      If you shall chance, Camillo, to visit Bohemia, on the like occasion whereon my services are now on foot, you shall see, as I have said, great difference betwixt our Bohemia and your Sicilia.

      CAMILLO

      I think this coming summer the King of Sicilia means to pay Bohemia the visitation which he justly owes him.

      ARCHIDAMUS

      Wherein our entertainment shall shame us we will be justified in our loves; for indeed,—

      CAMILLO

      Beseech you,—

      ARCHIDAMUS

      Verily, I speak it in the freedom of my knowledge: we cannot with such magnificence—in so rare—I know not what to say.—We will give you sleepy drinks, that your senses, unintelligent of our insufficience, may, though they cannot praise us, as little accuse us.

      CAMILLO

      You pay a great deal too dear for what's given freely.

      ARCHIDAMUS

      Believe me, I speak as my understanding instructs me and as mine honesty puts it to utterance.

      CAMILLO

      Sicilia cannot show himself overkind to Bohemia. They were trained together in their childhoods; and there rooted betwixt them then such an affection which cannot choose but branch now. Since their more mature dignities and royal necessities made separation of their society, their encounters, though not personal, have been royally attorneyed with interchange of gifts, letters, loving embassies; that they have seemed to be together, though absent; shook hands, as over a vast; and embraced as it were from the ends of opposed winds. The heavens continue their loves!

      ARCHIDAMUS

      I think there is not in the world either malice or matter to alter it. You have an unspeakable comfort of your young Prince Mamillius: it is a gentleman of the greatest promise that ever came into my note.

      CAMILLO

      I very well agree with you in the hopes of him. It is a gallant child; one that indeed physics the subject, makes old hearts fresh: they that went on crutches ere he was born desire yet their life to see him a man.

      ARCHIDAMUS

      Would they else be content to die?

      CAMILLO

      Yes, if there were no other excuse why they should desire to live.

      ARCHIDAMUS

      If the king had no son, they would desire to live on crutches till he had one.

      [Exeunt.]

      SCENE II. The same. A Room of State in the Palace.

      [Enter LEONTES, POLIXENES, HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS, CAMILLO, and Attendants.]

      POLIXENES

      Nine changes of the watery star hath been

      The shepherd's note since we have left our throne

      Without a burden: time as long again

      Would be fill'd up, my brother, with our thanks;

      And yet we should, for perpetuity,

      Go hence in debt: and therefore, like a cipher,

      Yet standing in rich place, I multiply

      With one we-thank-you many thousands more

      That go before it.

      LEONTES

      Stay your thanks a while,

      And pay them when you part.

      POLIXENES

      Sir, that's to-morrow.

      I am question'd by my fears, of what may chance

      Or breed upon our absence; that may blow

      No sneaping winds at home, to make us say,

      'This is put forth too truly.' Besides, I have stay'd

      To tire your royalty.

      LEONTES

      We are tougher, brother,

      Than you can put us to't.

      POLIXENES

      No longer stay.

      LEONTES

      One seven-night longer.

      POLIXENES

      Very sooth, to-morrow.

      LEONTES

      We'll part the time between 's then: and in that

      I'll no gainsaying.

      POLIXENES

      Press me not, beseech you, so,

      There is no tongue that moves, none, none i' the world,

      So soon as yours, could win me: so it should now,

      Were there necessity in your request, although

      'Twere needful I denied it. My affairs

      Do even drag me homeward: which to hinder,

      Were, in your love a whip to me; my stay

      To you a charge and trouble: to save both,

      Farewell, our brother.

      LEONTES

      Tongue-tied, our queen? Speak you.

      HERMIONE

      I had thought, sir, to have held my peace until

      You had drawn oaths from him not to stay. You, sir,

      Charge him too coldly. Tell him you are sure

      All in Bohemia's well: this satisfaction

      The by-gone day proclaimed: say this to him,

      He's beat from his best ward.

      LEONTES

      Well said, Hermione.

      HERMIONE

      To tell he longs to see his son were strong:

      But let him say so then, and let him go;

      But let him swear so, and he shall not stay,

      We'll thwack him hence with distaffs.—

      [To POLIXENES]

      Yet of your royal presence I'll adventure

      The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia

      You take my lord, I'll give him my commission

      To let him there a month behind the gest

      Prefix'd for's parting:—yet, good deed, Leontes,

      I love thee not a jar of the clock behind

      What lady she her lord.—You'll stay?

      POLIXENES

      No, madam.

      HERMIONE

      Nay, but you will?

      POLIXENES

      I may not, verily.

      HERMIONE

      Verily!

      You put me off with limber vows; but I,

      Though you would seek to unsphere the stars with oaths,

      Should yet say 'Sir, no going.' Verily,

      You shall not go; a lady's verily is

      As potent as a lord's. Will go yet?

      Force me to keep you as a prisoner,

      Not like a guest: so you shall pay your fees

      When you depart, and save your thanks. How say you?

      My prisoner or my guest? by your dread 'verily,'

      One of them you shall be.

      POLIXENES

      Your guest, then, madam:

      To be your prisoner should import offending;

      Which is for me less easy to commit

      Than you to punish.

      HERMIONE

      Not your gaoler then,

      But your kind hostess. Come, I'll question you

      Of my lord's tricks and yours when you were boys.

      You were pretty lordings then.

      POLIXENES

      We were, fair queen,

      Two lads that thought there was no more behind

      But such a day to-morrow as to-day,

      And to be boy eternal.

      HERMIONE

      Was not my lord the verier wag o' the two?

      POLIXENES

      We were as twinn'd lambs that did frisk i' the sun

      And bleat the one at th' other. What we chang'd

      Was innocence for innocence; we knew not

      The doctrine of ill-doing, nor dream'd

      That any did. Had we pursu'd that life,

      And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rear'd

      With stronger blood, we should have answer'd heaven

      Boldly 'Not guilty,' the imposition clear'd

      Hereditary ours.

      HERMIONE

      By this we gather

      You have tripp'd since.

      POLIXENES

      O my most sacred lady,

      Temptations have since then been born to 's! for

      In those unfledg'd days was my wife a girl;

      Your precious self had then not cross'd the eyes

      Of my young play-fellow.

      HERMIONE

      Grace to boot!

      Of this make no conclusion, lest you say

      Your queen and I are devils: yet, go on;

      The offences we have made you do we'll answer;

      If you first sinn'd with us, and that with us

      You did continue fault, and that you slipp'd not

      With any but with us.

      LEONTES

      Is he won yet?

      HERMIONE

      He'll stay, my lord.

      LEONTES

      At my request

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