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Speeches (Lines) for Florizel
in "Winter's Tale"

Total: 45

# Act, Scene, Line
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1

IV,4,1856

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.

2

IV,4,1871

I bless the time
When my good falcon made her flight across
Thy father's ground.

3

IV,4,1883

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.

4

IV,4,1902

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.

5

IV,4,1916

See, your guests approach:
Address yourself to entertain them sprightly,
And let's be red with mirth.
[Enter Shepherd, Clown, MOPSA, DORCAS, and]
others, with POLIXENES and CAMILLO disguised]

6

IV,4,2009

What, like a corse?

7

IV,4,2016

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.

8

IV,4,2034

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.

9

IV,4,2255

Old sir, I know
She prizes not such trifles as these are:
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! I take thy hand, this hand,
As soft as dove's down and as white as it,
Or Ethiopian's tooth, or the fann'd
snow that's bolted
By the northern blasts twice o'er.

10

IV,4,2271

Do, and be witness to 't.

11

IV,4,2273

And he, and more
Than he, and men, the earth, the heavens, and all:
That, were I crown'd the most imperial monarch,
Thereof most worthy, were I the fairest youth
That ever made eye swerve, had force and knowledge
More than was ever man's, I would not prize them
Without her love; for her employ them all;
Commend them and condemn them to her service
Or to their own perdition.

12

IV,4,2294

O, that must be
I' the virtue of your daughter: one being dead,
I shall have more than you can dream of yet;
Enough then for your wonder. But, come on,
Contract us 'fore these witnesses.

13

IV,4,2303

I have: but what of him?

14

IV,4,2305

He neither does nor shall.

15

IV,4,2315

No, good sir;
He has his health and ampler strength indeed
Than most have of his age.

16

IV,4,2325

I yield all this;
But for some other reasons, my grave sir,
Which 'tis not fit you know, I not acquaint
My father of this business.

17

IV,4,2330

He shall not.

18

IV,4,2332

No, he must not.

19

IV,4,2335

Come, come, he must not.
Mark our contract.

20

IV,4,2391

Why look you so upon me?
I am but sorry, not afeard; delay'd,
But nothing alter'd: what I was, I am;
More straining on for plucking back, not following
My leash unwillingly.

21

IV,4,2403

I not purpose it.
I think, Camillo?

22

IV,4,2409

It cannot fail but by
The violation of my faith; and then
Let nature crush the sides o' the earth together
And mar the seeds within! Lift up thy looks:
From my succession wipe me, father; I
Am heir to my affection.

23

IV,4,2416

I am, and by my fancy: if my reason
Will thereto be obedient, I have reason;
If not, my senses, better pleased with madness,
Do bid it welcome.

24

IV,4,2421

So call it: but it does fulfil my vow;
I needs must think it honesty. Camillo,
Not for Bohemia, nor the pomp that may
Be thereat glean'd, for all the sun sees or
The close earth wombs or the profound sea hides
In unknown fathoms, will I break my oath
To this my fair beloved: therefore, I pray you,
As you have ever been my father's honour'd friend,
When he shall miss me,—as, in faith, I mean not
To see him any more,—cast your good counsels
Upon his passion; let myself and fortune
Tug for the time to come. This you may know
And so deliver, I am put to sea
With her whom here I cannot hold on shore;
And most opportune to our need I have
A vessel rides fast by, but not prepared
For this design. What course I mean to hold
Shall nothing benefit your knowledge, nor
Concern me the reporting.

25

IV,4,2443

Hark, Perdita
[Drawing her aside]
I'll hear you by and by.

26

IV,4,2453

Now, good Camillo;
I am so fraught with curious business that
I leave out ceremony.

27

IV,4,2459

Very nobly
Have you deserved: it is my father's music
To speak your deeds, not little of his care
To have them recompensed as thought on.

28

IV,4,2477

How, Camillo,
May this, almost a miracle, be done?
That I may call thee something more than man
And after that trust to thee.

29

IV,4,2483

Not any yet:
But as the unthought-on accident is guilty
To what we wildly do, so we profess
Ourselves to be the slaves of chance and flies
Of every wind that blows.

30

IV,4,2502

Worthy Camillo,
What colour for my visitation shall I
Hold up before him?

31

IV,4,2514

I am bound to you:
There is some sap in this.

32

IV,4,2534

My good Camillo,
She is as forward of her breeding as
She is i' the rear our birth.

33

IV,4,2542

My prettiest Perdita!
But O, the thorns we stand upon! Camillo,
Preserver of my father, now of me,
The medicine of our house, how shall we do?
We are not furnish'd like Bohemia's son,
Nor shall appear in Sicilia.

34

IV,4,2584

And those that you'll procure from King Leontes—

35

IV,4,2611

Dispatch, I prithee.

36

IV,4,2628

Should I now meet my father,
He would not call me son.

37

IV,4,2634

O Perdita, what have we twain forgot!
Pray you, a word.

38

IV,4,2642

Fortune speed us!
Thus we set on, Camillo, to the sea-side.

39

V,1,2991

By his command
Have I here touch'd Sicilia and from him
Give you all greetings that a king, at friend,
Can send his brother: and, but infirmity
Which waits upon worn times hath something seized
His wish'd ability, he had himself
The lands and waters 'twixt your throne and his
Measured to look upon you; whom he loves—
He bade me say so—more than all the sceptres
And those that bear them living.

40

V,1,3011

Good my lord,
She came from Libya.

41

V,1,3015

Most royal sir, from thence; from him, whose daughter
His tears proclaim'd his, parting with her: thence,
A prosperous south-wind friendly, we have cross'd,
To execute the charge my father gave me
For visiting your highness: my best train
I have from your Sicilian shores dismiss'd;
Who for Bohemia bend, to signify
Not only my success in Libya, sir,
But my arrival and my wife's in safety
Here where we are.

42

V,1,3054

Camillo has betray'd me;
Whose honour and whose honesty till now
Endured all weathers.

43

V,1,3070

We are not, sir, nor are we like to be;
The stars, I see, will kiss the valleys first:
The odds for high and low's alike.

44

V,1,3075

She is,
When once she is my wife.

45

V,1,3083

Dear, look up:
Though Fortune, visible an enemy,
Should chase us with my father, power no jot
Hath she to change our loves. Beseech you, sir,
Remember since you owed no more to time
Than I do now: with thought of such affections,
Step forth mine advocate; at your request
My father will grant precious things as trifles.