The Winter's Tale - William Shakespeare (i am malala young readers edition txt) 📗

/> You gods, look down, And from your sacred vials pour your graces Upon my daughter's head! - Tell me, mine own, Where hast thou been preserv'd? where liv'd? how found Thy father's court? for thou shalt hear that I, - Knowing by Paulina that the oracle Gave hope thou wast in being, - have preserv'd Myself to see the issue.

PAULINA.
There's time enough for that; Lest they desire upon this push to trouble Your joys with like relation. - Go together, You precious winners all; your exultation Partake to every one. I, an old turtle, Will wing me to some wither'd bough, and there My mate, that's never to be found again, Lament till I am lost.

LEONTES.
O peace, Paulina! Thou shouldst a husband take by my consent, As I by thine a wife: this is a match, And made between's by vows. Thou hast found mine; But how, is to be question'd: for I saw her, As I thought, dead; and have, in vain, said many A prayer upon her grave. I'll not seek far, - For him, I partly know his mind, - to find thee An honourable husband. - Come, Camillo, And take her by the hand, whose worth and honesty Is richly noted, and here justified By us, a pair of kings. - Let's from this place. - What! look upon my brother: - both your pardons, That e'er I put between your holy looks My ill suspicion. - This your son-in-law, And son unto the king, whom heavens directing, Is troth-plight to your daughter. - Good Paulina, Lead us from hence; where we may leisurely Each one demand, and answer to his part Perform'd in this wide gap of time, since first We were dissever'd: hastily lead away!

[Exeunt.]
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