
2023 LITERATURE EXAM – SECTION B 40
Plays
Text no. 18 William Shakespeare, The Winter’s Tale
Use two or more of the set passages as the basis for a discussion of The Winter’s Tale.
1.
Beseech your highness call the Queen again.
Be certain what you do, sir, lest your justice
Yourself, your queen, your son.
For her, my lord,
In this which you accuse her).
Than when I feel and see her, no farther trust her;
If she be.
Hold your peaces.
Good my lord –
You are abused, and by some putter-on
To bring false generations. They are co-heirs,
And I had rather glib myself than they
Should not produce fair issue.
Cease, no more!
You smell this business with a sense as cold
As you feel doing thus, and see withal
The instruments that feel.
If it be so,
Of the whole dungy earth.
What? Lack I credit?
I had rather you did lack than I, my lord,
Upon this ground; and more it would content me
Why, what need we
Commune with you of this, but rather follow
Calls not your counsels, but our natural goodness
Or seeming so in skill, cannot or will not
Properly ours.
And I wish, my liege,
You had only in your silent judgement tried it,
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2.
Woe the while!
O, cut my lace, lest my heart, cracking it,
Break too!
[To Leontes] What studied torments, tyrant,
hast for me?
In leads or oils? What old or newer torture
To taste of thy most worst? Thy tyranny,
Together working with thy jealousies –
Fancies too weak for boys, too green and idle
And then run mad indeed, stark mad: for all
Thy bygone fooleries were but spices of it.
That did but show thee of a fool, inconstant,
More monstrous standing by: whereof I reckon
The casting forth to crows thy baby daughter
Of the young prince, whose honourable thoughts –
Thoughts high for one so tender – cleft the heart
Blemished his gracious dam; this is not, no,
Laid to thy answer. But the last – O lords,
Not dropped down yet.
The higher powers forbid!
Tincture or lustre in her lip, her eye,
As I would do the gods. – But, O thou tyrant,
Than all thy woes can stir; therefore betake thee
To nothing but despair. A thousand knees,
Ten thousand years together, naked, fasting,
Upon a barren mountain, and still winter
To look that way thou wert.
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