The Winter’s Tale. Act 1, Scene 2. Leontes
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267: Gone already!
268: Inch-thick, knee-deep, o’er head and ears a fork’d one!
269: Go, play, boy, play: thy mother plays, and I
270: Play too, but so disgraced a part, whose issue
271: Will hiss me to my grave: contempt and clamour
272: Will be my knell. Go, play, boy, play. There have been,
273: Or I am much deceived, cuckolds ere now;
274: And many a man there is, even at this present,
275: Now while I speak this, holds his wife by the arm,
276: That little thinks she has been sluiced in’s absence
277: And his pond fish’d by his next neighbour, by
278: Sir Smile, his neighbour: nay, there’s comfort in’t
279: Whiles other men have gates and those gates open’d,
280: As mine, against their will. Should all despair
281: That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind
282: Would hang themselves. Physic for’t there is none;
283: It is a bawdy planet, that will strike
284: Where ’tis predominant; and ’tis powerful, think it,
285: From east, west, north and south: be it concluded,
286: No barricado for a belly; know’t;
287: It will let in and out the enemy
288: With bag and baggage: many thousand on’s
289: Have the disease, and feel’t not. How now, boy!