These unusual clothes give life to every part of you—not a shepherdess, but Flora herself, appearing in April's beginning. Your sheep-shearing is like a gathering of the minor gods, and you are their queen.

These wild clothes make you come alive everywhere—you're not just a shepherdess, you're like Flora, the spring goddess, showing up in early April. This sheep-shearing is basically a gods' party, and you're in charge.

these clothes make u look alive like a goddess in april u the queen of this

My lord, it's not my place to criticize your extremes—pardon me even for mentioning them. You, who are the gracious mark of the land, have hidden your position by dressing as a simple shepherd, and me, a humble maid, you've dressed up like a goddess. Except that our feasts have foolishness in every course, and people are used to accepting it, I would blush to see you dressed like this; I think I would faint to see myself as a mirror of your disguise.

Sir, I shouldn't be pointing out your extremes—forgive me for even mentioning them. You, who are the honor of the land, have completely hidden yourself by dressing as a shepherd, and me, this poor girl, you've made look like a goddess. But since our feasts have craziness in every course, and people are used to it, I would actually blush to see you dressed this way; I'd probably pass out if I really saw what I look like.

im not supposed to judge u like this sorry for even saying it u look so weird as a shepherd but im dressed crazy too if i saw myself id faint

I bless the time when my good falcon made her flight across your father's land.

I bless that day when my falcon flew across your father's property.

im grateful that day my falcon flew over ur dads land

May Jupiter help you! Your position fills me with dread. Your greatness has not been accustomed to fear. Even now I tremble thinking about your father, by some accident, passing this way, as you did. O, the Fates! How would he look to see his work, so noble, shamed in disguise? What would he say? Or how should I, in these borrowed fancy clothes, face the sternness of his presence?

May the gods help you! Your status makes me terrified. You're not used to being afraid. Right now I'm shaking thinking about your father accidentally coming this way, like you did. Oh my! How would he react seeing his noble work wrapped up in shame? What would he say? And how could I, dressed in these borrowed fancy clothes, even look at how stern he'd be?

god help u im so scared bc ur important what if ur dad comes here hed hate seeing u like this i couldnt even face him looked like this

Expect nothing but happiness. The gods themselves, making themselves humble for love, have taken the forms of animals. Jupiter became a bull and bellowed; green Neptune a ram and bleated; and the fire-clothed god, Golden Apollo, a poor humble shepherd, as I seem now. Their transformations were never for a rarer beauty, nor in such a pure way, since my desires don't come before my honor, nor my passions burn hotter than my faithfulness.

Just expect happiness. The gods themselves, humbling themselves for love, changed into animals. Jupiter became a bull and mooed; Neptune turned into a ram and bleated; and Apollo, the god of fire and light, became a poor shepherd, just like I am now. They never transformed for a rarer kind of beauty, and never in such a pure way, since I'm not driven by lust before honor, and my feelings aren't stronger than my faithfulness.

just be happy even the gods changed into animals for love jupiter neptune apollo they all did it im the same way im honest about it my love is pure

But sir, your determination cannot hold when it is opposed, as it must be, by the king's power. One of these two must become necessary: you must change your plan, or I must lose my life.

But sir, your determination won't survive when the king opposes it—which he will. One of two things has to happen: you'll have to give up this plan, or I'll have to die.

ur plan wont last when the king stops u either u give me up or im dead

Dearest Perdita, with these forced worries, I beg you, don't darken the happiness of the feast. Either I'll be yours, my fair one, or not my father's. Because I cannot be my own person, nor anything to anyone, if I'm not yours. To this I am most faithful, even if destiny says no. Be happy, gentle. stifle such thoughts as these with anything that you see around you. Your guests are arriving. Lift up your face, as though it were the day of celebration of the wedding we two have sworn will happen.

My dearest Perdita, stop letting these worries mess up the joy of the feast. Either I'll be yours, beautiful one, or not my father's. Because I can't belong to myself, or to anyone, if I don't belong to you. That's what I'm committed to, no matter what fate says. Be joyful, sweet. kill these thoughts with whatever you see around you. Your guests are coming. Cheer up, as if today were already our wedding day, the one we've sworn will come.

stop worrying be happy tonight im all yours or nothing i wont leave u no matter what be cheerful pretend this is our wedding

Lady Fortune, be favorable!

Lady Fortune, please be good to us!

fortune be on our side

Look, your guests are approaching. Be ready to entertain them cheerfully, and let's fill ourselves with joy.

Look, your guests are coming. Be ready to entertain them with energy, and let's be full of laughter.

ur guests r here be a great host lets party

Dorcas and the others are here.

Here comes Dorcas with the others.

dorcas & others here

Shame on you, daughter! When my old wife was alive, on this day she was both pantry worker and butler and cook, lady and servant; welcomed everyone; served everyone; would sing her song and dance her turn; now here at the head of the table, now in the middle; leaning on his shoulder, and his; her face bright red from work, and the thing she took to cool it down she would share with each one, taking a sip. You sit withdrawn, as if you were a guest, not the hostess of this gathering. I ask you, welcome these unknown friends, because it is a way to make us better friends, more connected. Come, stop blushing, and show yourself for what you are—the mistress of the feast. Come on, and welcome us to your sheep-shearing, with the blessing that your flock will prosper.

Shame on you, daughter! When my wife was alive, she was the pantry worker, the butler, the cook, the lady and the servant all rolled into one; she welcomed everyone and served them all; she'd sing her songs and dance her dances. Moving from the head of the table to the middle; hugging people on both sides; her face red hot from all the work, and whatever she drank to cool down, she'd share a sip with everyone. You're sitting off to the side like you're a guest instead of the hostess. Please go welcome these new people, because that's how you make real friends and get to know them. Come on, get over your shyness, and be yourself— the person running this feast. Come on now, welcome us all to your sheep-shearing, and may your flock keep doing well.

ur moms used to do everything cook serve dance sing moving around the whole party face red from working so hard but sharing drinks with everyone u just sit there blushing actually host this thing welcome ur guests be the boss of this feast

Sir, welcome. It is my father's will that I should serve as the hostess for today.

Sir, welcome. My father wants me to be the hostess today.

welcome. im hosting the celebration today

You're welcome, sir. Give me those flowers, Dorcas. Respected gentlemen, for you there's rosemary and rue—these plants keep their appearance and fragrance all winter long. May grace and remembrance be with both of you, and welcome to our sheep-shearing!

Welcome, sir. Dorcas, get those flowers. For you gentlemen, here's rosemary and rue—they stay fresh all winter. Blessings and remembrance to you both, and welcome to our feast!

welcome! here's rosemary & rue for you. grace and remembrance. welcome to the shearing

Shepherdess, you are lovely. These winter flowers suit people our age perfectly.

Shepherdess— you're beautiful—those winter flowers suit us older folks perfectly.

ur so pretty those winter flowers r perfect for us

Sir, at this time of year, approaching autumn, not yet at summer's end nor at winter's arrival, the finest flowers of the season are our carnations and striped carnations, which some call hybrid flowers: we don't have those kinds in our simple garden; and I don't want to get cuttings of them.

Sir, right now in the year, as it gets older, not quite at summer's end or at the start of winter, the most beautiful flowers of the season are carnations and those striped ones, which people call hybrid flowers: our simple garden doesn't have those; and I don't want to bother growing them.

rn its between summer and winter the best flowers r those striped ones people call them hybrids we dont have them i dont want them

Why, gentle girl, do you neglect them?

Why don't you grow them then?

why not grow them?

Because I have heard it said that there is an art which, in their mixed colors, rivals great creative nature.

Because I've heard that the art of making those striped flowers competes with nature itself.

ive heard making those striped flowers is like nature its kind of cheating

Say there is; yet nature is not improved by any method except the method nature itself creates. So, above that art which you say adds to nature, there is an art that nature creates. You see, sweet girl, we join a gentler cutting to the wildest plant, and make a tree of lower kind conceive by the bud of a nobler tree. This is an art which improves nature, changes it rather, but the art itself is nature.

Okay, suppose there is; but nature only improves through methods that nature itself creates. So the art you say adds to nature? That art comes from nature too. Look, sweet girl, we take a delicate cutting and join it to wild plants, and make a lower tree become fertile from a noble tree's bud. This improves nature, changes it rather, but it's still nature doing it.

ok fine but nature doesnt get better unless nature does it so grafting is nature too we combine gentle + wild make better stuff but its still all nature

So it is.

So it is.

so it is

Then make your garden full of those striped carnations, and do not call them hybrids.

So fill your garden with those striped flowers, and stop calling them hybrids.

grow the striped flowers they're not hybrids

I will not use a planting tool to set even one cutting of them; no more than, if I were painted up, I would want this young man to say it was good, and only for that reason want to have children with me. Here are flowers for you: sweet lavender, mints, savory, marjoram, the marigold, that closes with the sun and opens in the morning weeping. These are flowers of midsummer, and I think they are given to men of middle age. You are very welcome.

I won't even plant one cutting of them; no more than if I wore makeup, I'd want this guy to say I looked good and only for that reason want to have kids with me. Here are flowers for you: sweet-smelling lavender, mints, savory, marjoram, the marigold, that closes up with the sun and opens in the morning crying. These are summer flowers, and I think they're meant for men who are middle-aged. You're very welcome.

i wont grow those striped ones i wont fake myself just to get a guy here r ur flowers lavender mint marjoram marigold they match ur age welcome

I should stop grazing if I were one of your flock, and only live by looking at you.

If I were one of your sheep, I'd stop eating and just spend my time looking at you.

id stop eating just to look at u

No, you would become so thin that January winds would blow right through you. [To Florizel] Now, my dearest friend, I wish I had some spring flowers that would suit your youthful time of day; and yours, and yours, who still wear your virginity. Oh Proserpina, from the flowers that, frightened, you dropped from Hades' wagon! daffodils, that arrive before the swallows dare, and capture the March winds with beauty; dim violets, but sweeter than the eyelids of Juno's eyes or the breath of Aphrodite; pale primroses, that die unmarried before they can see the bright sun in his strength (a sickness most common in young women); bold oxlips and the crown imperial; lilies of every kind, the fleur-de-lis being one. Oh, these I lack, to make garlands of; and my sweet friend, to scatter over him again and again!

No, you'd get so skinny that winter winds would blow right through you. [To Florizel] Now, my sweetest friend, I wish I had spring flowers that would fit your young age; and for you, and you, still growing into your womanhood. Oh Proserpina, those flowers you dropped, scared, from Hades' chariot! daffodils, that show up before birds dare fly, bringing March beauty; dark violets, sweeter than Juno's eyelids or the breath of the goddess of love; pale primroses, that die before they ever see the bright sun at full strength (a disease that hits young girls); bold oxlips and the imperial crown flower; lilies of all kinds, including the iris. Oh, I don't have these to make garlands of; and my sweet friend, to cover him over and over!

youd disappear winter wind would blow u away i want spring flowers for u young ppl those flowers proserpina dropped daffodils violets primrose oxlips crown imperials lilies to cover u with

Like a corpse?

Like a dead body?

like im dead?

No, like a soft place for love to rest and play on; not like a corpse; or if like one, not to be buried, but alive, and in my arms. Come, take your flowers. I think I'm playing a role like I've seen them do in Whitsun festival dramas. This robe of mine certainly changes how I feel.

No, like a soft bed for love to lie on and play; not like a corpse; or if I am like one, not buried, but alive, in your arms. Come, take your flowers. I think I'm acting like I've seen people do in those spring festival plays. This dress certainly changes how I'm acting.

no like a place to rest not dead alive in ur arms take the flowers this dress makes me feel different im acting like in a play

What you do always improves what's done before. When you speak, sweet, I wish you would do it forever. When you sing, I wish you would buy and sell the same way, give charity the same way, pray the same way; and for arranging your affairs, sing them too. When you dance, I wish you had the motion of the sea, so you could always do nothing but that—keep moving that way, and have no other role. Every action of yours, so unique in each detail, enhances what you are doing right now, so that all your actions are worthy of queens.

Everything you do better than anything done before. When you talk, sweet, I'd want you to always talk that way. When you sing, I'd want you to buy and sell like that, give to the poor that way, pray like that; and when you handle your business, sing while doing it. When you dance, I wish you had the flow of ocean waves, so you could keep doing just that—always moving that way, with nothing else to do. Every single thing you do, so special in every part, makes what you're doing right now feel perfect, so every action you take is like a queen's action.

u do everything better i want u to always talk that way sing when u buy things sing when u pray sing when u handle business when u dance stay that fluid just dance forever every move u make is royal

Oh Doricles, your compliments are too much. But because your youth, and the true noble blood that shows clearly through it, prove you are an honest shepherd, with good sense I might fear, my Doricles, that you're seducing me dishonestly.

Oh Doricles, you're saying too much about me. But your youth and the real noble blood that shows through it prove you're an honest shepherd, and if I were wise, I'd be scared, Doricles, that you're wooing me the wrong way.

ur compliments r too much but u r a real noble an honest shepherd but im scared u might be playing me

I think you have as little reason to fear as I have intention to trick you. But come; let's dance, I ask. Your hand, my Perdita. Like doves that pair and never mean to separate.

I think you have as little reason to be scared as I have reason to trick you. But come on, let's dance. Give me your hand, my Perdita. We're like doves that pair up and never part.

u dont need to be scared i wont trick u lets dance give me ur hand we're like doves that never leave each other

I will guarantee that.

I'll promise that.

i promise

This is the most beautiful low-born girl that ever ran on the grass. Nothing she does or seems but shows something greater than herself, too noble for this place.

This is the prettiest girl of low birth that ever ran across the grass. Nothing she does or appears to be without seeming like something grander than herself, too noble for this setting.

shes so pretty for someone born low everything she does seems noble like shes from somewhere better

He's telling her something that makes her blush. Truly, she is the queen of dairy products.

He's saying something to her that makes her face light up. Honestly, she's the best at making dairy dishes.

hes making her blush shes literally the best at dairy

Come on, start playing.

Come on, start the music.

play music

Mopsa should be your lover: why, we'd need garlic to improve her kissing!

Mopsa should be your girlfriend: but honestly, garlic might help fix her kissing!

mopsa should be ur gf but she needs garlic for her breath lol

Now, about time!

Finally!

ok cool

Not another word; we need to mind our manners. Come, start playing.

Stop talking; we should be polite. Come on, start the music.

stop lets be polite start playing

Please, good shepherd, who is this fair young man who dances with your daughter?

Tell me, shepherd, who is this handsome young man dancing with your daughter?

who is that guy dancing with ur daughter?

They call him Doricles; and he claims to have worthy lands. But I have only his word for it, and I believe it. He looks honest. He says he loves my daughter. I believe that too—the way he looks at her eyes is like how the moon looks at water. And to be plain, I think they love each other equally.

His name is Doricles; he says he owns good property. I only have his word for that, but I believe him. He seems honest. He says he loves my daughter. I think so too—the way he looks at her eyes is like how the moon looks at water. And honestly, I think they love each other equally.

theyre called doricles he says he has money and land sounds honest he loves my daughter she loves him the same they're perfect together

She dances gracefully.

She dances beautifully.

she dances so well

She does everything well, even though talking about it might seem like bragging. If young Doricles ends up with her, she will bring him what he doesn't even dream of.

She's good at everything, even though I probably shouldn't be saying this. If young Doricles gets her, she'll bring him things he doesn't even imagine.

she can do anything if she marries doricles she'll give him everything more than he dreams of

Oh master, if you could only hear the pedlar at the door, you would never dance again to a drum and pipe; no, even the bagpipe couldn't move you. He sings many tunes faster than you can count money. He delivers them as if he had eaten ballads, and everyone's ears were drawn to his songs.

Oh master, if you heard the pedlar at the door, you'd never dance to drums and pipes again; no, even bagpipes couldn't get you moving. He sings so many tunes so fast, faster than you can count money. He delivers them like he's swallowed ballads, and everyone stops to listen.

theres a pedlar at the door he sings so many songs so fast you cant even count totally mesmerizing everyone listens

He couldn't have come at a better time: he should come in. I love a ballad too much, especially if it's sad material presented cheerfully, or a very happy thing sung sadly.

He couldn't have timed it better: bring him in. I love ballads way too much, especially the sad ones sung happily, or the happy ones sang all sad.

bring him in i love sad songs sung happy or happy songs sung sad

He has songs for every kind of man or woman. No glove maker can fit his customers so perfectly. He has the loveliest love-songs for girls, so without indecency, which is remarkable; with such delicate repeated lines about passion and fading interest, 'push her and hit her'; and where some crude man would, it seems, mean harm and force the matter into dirty territory, he makes the girl answer 'No, don't harm me, good man'; she rebuffs him, rejects him, with 'No, don't harm me, good man.'

He has songs for any person of any size. No clothing seller can fit customers as well as he does. He's got the sweetest love-songs for girls, and without being crude, which is weird; with these gentle bits about passion and losing interest—'push her and bang her'; and where some gross guys would make it mean something nasty and go too far, he has the girl say 'Stop, don't hurt me, friend'; she turns him down, ignores him, saying 'Stop, don't hurt me, friend.'

he has songs 4 everyone his love songs 4 girls r so clean no dirty stuff but theyre about pushing and hitting lol when guys get gross the girl says no

This is a fine fellow.

This is a great guy.

hes great

Believe me, you're talking about an admirable clever fellow. Does he have any untangled wares to show?

Believe me, you're talking about an amazing clever guy. Does he have any cheap goods to display?

hes amazing smart does he have stuff to sell?

He has ribbons of every color in the rainbow; shoelaces, more than all the lawyers in Bohemia can expertly manage, though they come to him in bulk; linen tapes, cords, fine fabrics, delicate linens; he sings their praises as if they were gods or goddesses; you'd think a shift were a female angel, the way he chants about the sleeves and the embroidery on the neckline.

He has ribbons in every rainbow color; laces and shoelaces, more than all the lawyers in Bohemia could ever deal with, though they come to him in bulk; tapes, cords, fine fabrics, delicate linens; he sings their praises like they're gods and goddesses; you'd think a slip was a female angel, the way he talks about the sleeves and the embroidery around the collar.

he has all color ribbons more laces than lawyers can count fine fabrics he talks about them like theyre gods even a slip sounds heavenly

Please bring him in; and let him come while singing.

Bring him in already, and have him sing as he comes.

bring him in let him sing

Warn him beforehand that he doesn't use insulting words in his songs.

Tell him not to use rude language in his songs.

tell him no rude words in his songs

You have these peddlers who have more ability than you'd expect, sister.

These peddlers are more talented than you'd think, sis.

peddlers r smarter than u think

Yes, good brother, or even begin to think.

Yeah, or try to think.

or try 2

Fine linen as white as fresh snow, black cypress cloth dark as a crow, gloves as sweet as damask roses, masks for faces and for noses, beaded bracelet, amber necklace, perfume for a lady's bedroom, golden bonnets and chest plates for my customers to give their sweethearts, pins and steel poking-sticks, everything girls need from head to toe. Come buy from me, come; come buy, come buy; buy, fellows, or else your girlfriends will cry. Come, buy.

Fine white cloth like fresh snow, black cypress dark as a crow, gloves sweet as damask roses, masks for faces and noses, beaded bracelets, amber necklaces, perfume for a lady's bedroom, golden bonnets and chest decorations for you guys to give your girlfriends, pins and steel sticks, everything girls need from head to foot. Come buy from me, come; come buy, buy, buy; buy, guys, or else your girlfriends will cry. Come, buy.

white cloth black cloth sweet gloves pretty masks amber necklaces perfume bonnets and jewelry pins and tools buy stuff 4 ur girlfriends or theyll cry come buy

If I weren't in love with Mopsa, you would take no money from me; but since I'm trapped by love as I am, I'll also be trapped by buying certain ribbons and gloves.

If I wasn't in love with Mopsa, I wouldn't pay you; but since I'm stuck in love like this, I'll end up spending money on ribbons and gloves.

if i wasnt in love with mopsa i wouldnt buy anything but love makes me spend money on ribbons and gloves

I was promised them before the feast; but they arrive just in time now.

I was promised these before the celebration; but they're coming just in time.

i was promised these before but theyre here now so ok

He has promised you more than that, or there are liars.

He's promised you more than that, or someone's lying.

he promised u way more

He has paid you all he promised you. Maybe he has paid you more, which might embarrass you to give back to him.

He's paid you everything he promised. Maybe he's even paid you more, which might be embarrassing for you to give back.

he paid u everything maybe even more ud be embarrassed to give it back

Is there no propriety left among girls? Will they expose their private parts where they should show their faces? Isn't there milking-time, when you go to bed, or a kiln-hole, to discuss these secrets privately, but you must be gossiping before all our guests? It's good they're whispering now. Control your tongues, and not another word.

Don't you girls have any manners? Are you going to expose yourselves where you should show your faces? Isn't there time during milking, before bed, or in the kiln, to gossip privately, without doing it right in front of all our guests? Thank goodness they're whispering now. Keep quiet, and not another word.

seriously girls have some manners dont talk about personal stuff in front of everyone go talk elsewhere stop talking now

I'm done talking. Come on, you promised me cheap lace and a pair of nice gloves.

I'm done. Now, you promised me some cheap lace and nice gloves.

ok im done u promised me lace and gloves

Haven't I told you how I was cheated on the road and lost all my money?

Haven't I told you how I got cheated and lost all my money?

i told u i got scammed and lost all my money

And indeed, sir, there are con artists around; therefore it is necessary for men to be careful.

And yes, sir, there are scammers out there; so people need to be careful.

yeah theres scammers everywhere gotta be careful

Don't worry, my friend. You won't lose anything here.

Don't worry, friend. You won't lose money here.

dont worry u wont lose money here

I hope so, sir; because I have many valuable packages with me.

I hope so, sir; because I'm carrying valuable items.

i hope so i got expensive stuff with me

What do you have here? Ballads?

So, what are you selling—ballads?

what u got? ballads?

Please now, buy some. I love a printed ballad, because then we are sure it is true.

Please, buy some. I love printed ballads, because then we know they're true.

buy some please i love ballads when theyre printed they must be true then

Here's one to a very sad tune. How a usurer's wife gave birth to twenty money-bags at once, and how she craved to eat snakes' heads and grilled toads.

Here's one with a really sad melody. It's about a usurer's wife who gave birth to twenty bags of money at once, and how she wanted to eat snakes' heads and roasted toads.

sad song about a moneylender's wife who gave birth to cash and wanted to eat snakes

Do you think it's true?

Do you think that's true?

is that real?

Absolutely true, and only a month old.

It's legit—happened just a month ago.

totally true happened a month ago

Protect me from marrying a moneylender!

Save me from marrying a guy like that!

god save me from that guy

Here's the midwife's name on it, one Mistress Taleporter, and five or six honest wives who were present. Why would I spread lies?

It has the midwife's name on it—Mistress Taleporter—and five or six honest women who were there. Why would I be lying?

the midwife's name is on it five wives saw it why would i lie?

Please now, buy it.

Please buy it.

buy it pls

Come on, set it aside; and let's first see more ballads. We'll buy the other items soon.

Okay, put that aside; let's look at more ballads first. We'll buy the other stuff later.

put it aside lets see more ballads first well buy other stuff later

Here's another ballad about a fish that appeared on the coast on Wednesday, the eightieth of April, forty thousand fathoms above water, and sang this ballad against the cold hearts of girls. People thought she was a woman turned into a cold fish because she would not have relations with someone who loved her. The ballad is very touching, and certainly true.

Here's another ballad about a fish that showed up on the coast on Wednesday, the eightieth of April, forty thousand fathoms high, and sang this ballad against girls' cold hearts. Everyone thought she used to be a woman turned into a cold fish because she wouldn't have relations with a guy who loved her. The ballad is very sad, and completely true.

another ballad about a fish on the beach used to be a woman turned into a fish bc she wouldnt have relations with her lover very sad and totally true

Do you think that's true too?

You think that one's true too?

thats real too?

Five judges' signatures on it, and witnesses more than my pack can hold.

Five judges signed off on it, and more witnesses than my pack can carry.

five judges signed it tons of witnesses

Set that aside too: another one.

Put that one aside too: another one.

put it aside next one

This is a happy ballad; but a very nice one.

This is a cheerful ballad; and it's very lovely.

this ones happy and very pretty

Let's have some happy ones.

Let's get some happy ones.

we want the happy ones

Why, this is an extremely happy one and is set to the tune of 'Two girls chasing a man.' There's hardly a girl westward who doesn't sing it. It's very popular, I can tell you.

Well, this is a really happy one and it's sung to the tune of 'Two girls after a guy.' Almost every girl around sings it. It's very popular, trust me.

this is super happy tune is two girls after a guy every girl sings it very popular

We can both sing it: if you'll sing a part, you'll hear it; it's in three parts.

We both know it: if you sing a part, you'll hear it; it has three parts.

we both know it if u sing with us ull hear it theres three parts

We learned the tune a month ago.

We learned it a month ago.

heard it like 4 weeks ago

I can sing my part; you know it's my job: let me try it with you.

I can sing my part; you know that's my job: let's do this.

i can do my part thats literally my job lets go

Go away, because I must go where it's not right for you to know.

Get out of here, because I have to go where you shouldn't know about.

leave me alone i gotta go somewhere u shouldnt know about it

Where?

Where?

where

Oh, where?

Where to?

where?

Where?

Where?

where

It fits your oath very well that you tell me your secrets.

It goes with your oath that you tell me everything.

u swore to tell me everything

Me too! Let me go there.

Me too! Let me come along.

me 2! let me come

Or you go to the farm or mill.

Or you're going to the farm or the mill.

ur going to the farm or mill

If you go to either one, that's a mistake.

If you're going to either place, you shouldn't.

that'd be wrong

_Neither._

_Neither._

_neither

_What, neither?_

_What, neither?_

neither?_

_Neither._

_Neither._

_neither

You promised my love would be yours.

You swore you'd be mine.

you promised me you'd be mine

You promised me even more that you'd be mine. So where are you going? Tell me, where?

And you promised me even harder that you'd be my guy. So where exactly are you heading? Just tell me where.

you promised me more where u going?

We'll perform this song by ourselves in a moment. My father and the gentlemen are having a serious conversation, and we won't bother them. Come on, bring your pack after me. Ladies, I'll buy things for both of you. Peddler, let's have first pick. Follow me, girls.

Let's do this song right now, just us. My dad and the guys are deep in conversation so we won't get in the way. Come on, bring your stuff. Girls, I'm buying for both of you. Peddler, we get first choice. Let's go, everyone.

song time, just us my dad's busy im buying for u both let's go

And you shall pay me well for these things.

And you lot are gonna pay me well for these things.

youll pay me good money for these

Will you buy any tape, or lace for your cape, my pretty dear? Any silk, any thread, any trinkets for your head, of the newest and finest, finest goods? Come to the peddler; money is what mediates all people's goods.

Want to buy some tape, or fancy lace for your cloak, my sweet? Got silk, got thread, got nice little things for your hair—brand new, super fine stuff. Come see the peddler; money gets you anything.

buy tape? buy lace? silk? thread? trinkets? money gets you anything

Master, there are three groups of cart-drivers, three of shepherds, three of cattle-herders, three of pig-herders, who have all dressed themselves with long hair. They call themselves acrobats, and they have a dance which the girls say is a wild mix of tricks because they're not in it; but the performers think (if it's not too rough for people who only know bowling) it will please greatly.

Sir, there are twelve guys total—three groups of different herders and farmers—and they've all grown long hair and fake beards. They call themselves acrobats and they've got this dance routine the girls think looks like random chaos since they're not performing it. But the guys figure (unless people think it's too wild compared to bowling) everyone's going to love it.

12 guys dressed weird they do a dance thing the girls think it's messy but they think everyone'll like it

No! We'll have none of it. There's been too much crude foolishness already. I know, sir, we're wearing you out.

No way. We're done with all this crude clowning around. There's been way too much of it already. Look, I know we're getting on your nerves.

no more of that too much dumb stuff already sorry we're annoying u

You're exhausting those performers who entertain us. Please, let us see these twelve herdsmen.

You're wearing out the entertainers. Come on, let's watch these twelve dancers perform.

stop tiring the dancers lets see them

One group of three, by their own account, has danced before the king; and even the weakest of the three can jump twelve and a half feet straight.

Three of them have actually danced for the king. Even the worst one can jump twelve and a half feet cleanly.

even the worst one jumps 12 and a half feet

Stop your chattering: since these good men are pleased, let them come in; but quickly now.

Stop talking so much: if these guys are happy, let them come perform, but let's get moving.

shut up, let them come in hurry

They're waiting at the door, sir.

They're standing outside waiting, sir.

theyre at the door

Oh, father, you'll find out more about that later.

Dad, you'll learn more about that later on.

youll find out later

Is this affair not too far advanced? It's time to separate them. He is naive and talks too much. How now, my fair shepherd! Your heart is full of something that's distracting you from the feast. Indeed, when I was young and in love like you, I used to load my lady with trinkets: I would have ransacked the peddler's silk collection and poured it all upon her. You have let the peddler go, and made no purchase with him. If your young woman should misinterpret this and call it a lack of love or generosity on your part, you would be hard-pressed to find a reply, unless you care about keeping her happy.

Isn't this gone too far already? Time to separate them. The guy's too simple and talks too much. What's wrong with you, my fair shepherd? You're distracted, something's eating at you. Look, when I was your age in love, I'd shower my lady with gifts—I'd empty out the peddler's inventory for her. But you let him leave without buying a thing. If your girl thinks you don't love or care for her because you didn't buy her anything, you'll have no good answer for her—unless you actually care about keeping her.

is this too far gone? time to separate them. hes too simple & talkative. whats wrong? if u love her buy her gifts

Old sir, I know she doesn't value such trivial gifts as these: the gifts she expects from me are packed and locked up in my heart, which I have already given, but not handed over. Oh, hear me declare my life before this aged gentleman, who surely once loved. I take your hand! This hand, as soft as dove's down and as white as it, or an Ethiopian's tooth, or the sifted snow that's blown over twice by the northern blasts.

Listen, I know she doesn't care about cheap trinkets like these: the real gifts she wants from me are stored in my heart, already given but not yet delivered. Please listen while I tell you right here, old man, who must have loved once yourself. I'm taking your hand! This hand, soft like dove feathers and white as snow, or maybe like an African's ivory, or like snow that's been blown clean twice by the northern wind.

she doesn't want trinkets what matters is my heart i give you my hand your hand is so soft

What comes next? How beautifully the young shepherd seems to wash the hand that was already beautiful! I've interrupted you. But back to your declaration. Let me hear what you're promising.

So what happens now? How nicely this young guy is touching her already-pretty hand! I've got you off track. But go ahead with what you were saying. Tell me what you're offering.

keep going what r u promising?

Do it, and be a witness to it.

Go ahead and do it, and be the one witnessing it.

do it yourself

And this my friend, too?

And my neighbor here too?

him too?

And him, and more than him, and men, the earth, the heavens, and everything: if I were crowned the highest emperor, worthy of that, if I were the most beautiful youth anyone ever saw, had strength and knowledge greater than any man's, I would not value them without her love; for her sake I would use them all; praise them and dedicate them to her service, or to their own ruin.

And him, and more than just him—all people, the earth, the sky, everything: if I were crowned the greatest king in the world, if I were the most handsome guy anyone ever saw, if I had more strength and brains than anybody—none of that would matter without her love; for her I'd sacrifice all of it, praise it and give it to her, or destroy it if she wanted.

id give up everything for her empire wealth strength without her love none of it matters

Fairly offer’d.

Fairly offer’d.

fairly offer’d

This shows genuine love.

That shows real love.

that's true love

But my daughter, do you feel the same way toward him?

But what about my daughter—do you feel the same way about him?

so daughter, u feel the same?

I can't speak so well, nothing as well; no, nor mean anything better: based on my own thoughts as a pattern I've cut out the purity of his.

I can't express myself that well, nothing like that well; and I don't mean anything more sincere: I'm just following his example and feeling the same purity he does.

cant speak like him but i feel the same purity

Take hands, then—a deal! And friends I didn't know before, you'll be witnesses to it. I give my daughter to him, and I'll make her portion equal to his.

Shake hands then—we've got a deal! And you strangers here, you're our witnesses. I'm giving my daughter to him, and I'll make sure her dowry matches his.

shake hands, deal made you're all witnesses shes his now, got equal stuff

Oh, that must be based on your daughter's virtue: once my father is dead, I will inherit more than you can imagine yet; that will be enough for your amazement. But come on, let's make our agreement binding before these witnesses.

Well, that's all based on your daughter's character: when my father dies, I'll have way more than you can even picture right now; that'll be enough to surprise you. But let's get going—let's make this official in front of everyone here.

ill have more when my dads gone but lets make this official witnesses here

Give me your hand here; and daughter, I'll take yours as well.

Come on, give me your hand; and daughter, yours too.

hands together

Wait, young man, I beg you; do you have a father?

Hold on a second, kid, please. You've got a father, right?

wait. you got a dad?

I do; but what about him?

Yeah, I do; but why does it matter?

yeah but so what

Does he know about this?

Does he know what's going on here?

does he know

He neither knows nor will.

No, and he's not going to.

no and he wont find out

I think a father at his son's wedding should be a guest who best suits the table. I'm asking once more, isn't your father grown too weak to handle his own affairs? Isn't he fading from old age and ailments? Can he speak? Can he hear? Can he tell people apart? Can he manage his own estate? Isn't he bedridden? And doesn't he do nothing but what he did as a child?

I'd say a father should be his son's most honored guest at a wedding. Let me ask you again: hasn't your father gotten too old to handle things anymore? Hasn't age and illness worn him down? Can he even talk? Can he hear? Can he tell one person from another? Can he make decisions about his own stuff? Is he stuck in bed? Does he just act like a child now?

your dads too old right? cant handle stuff cant talk or hear? just acts like a kid?

No, good sir; he's in good health, and actually stronger than most men his age.

No sir, he's doing fine. Actually, he's in better shape than most guys his age.

no hes healthy actually stronger than guys his age

By my white beard, you're treating him unfairly if this is true—something disrespectful to a son: it makes sense that a son should choose himself a wife, but there's just as good reason that the father, whose only joy is nothing but having grandchildren, should have some say in such a matter.

I swear by my white hair, if what you're saying is true, you're doing him wrong—you're being disrespectful: sure, it makes sense that you pick your own wife, but your father, who basically lives for the grandkids, he should get to weigh in on this too.

ur not being fair to him he should have a say he deserves that

I accept all of this; but for some other reasons, my serious sir, which aren't something you should know about, I'm not telling my father about this.

I get what you're saying; but there are some reasons I can't explain to you, sir, so I'm not going to tell my father about any of this.

i get it but i cant explain so hes not finding out

Let him know about this.

Tell him.

he deserves to know

He shall not.

He shall not.

he shall not

please let him.

please let him.

please let him

No, I will not let him find out.

No way, he can't know.

no way he finds out

Let him know, my son: he won't need to be upset when he finds out about your choice.

Tell him, son. He won't mind when he finds out who you're marrying.

tell him son he wont be mad

No, come on, he must not know. Look at our agreement.

No, no, he can't know about this. Just watch—we're making it official right now.

no he cant know lets do this

Remember your separation, young man—I dare not call you my son. You are too dishonorable to be acknowledged. You, heir to a kingdom's power, who now wants a shepherd's staff! You, old traitor—I am sorry that if I hang you, I can only shorten your life by a week. And you, beautiful woman, object of witchcraft, you must know the royal fool you're involved with—

Consider yourself divorced from me, you young man—I won't even call you my son. You're too shameful for me to acknowledge. You're the heir to a kingdom and you're throwing it away for a shepherd's crook! And you, old deceiver—I'm almost sorry to hang you because it won't shorten your miserable life much. As for you, beautiful girl—you need to know you're with a royal idiot—

mark ur divorce. i disown u. ur too base. u throw away kingdom for shepherd. ur with a royal fool

O, my heart!

O, my heart!

my heart!

I'll have your beauty scratched with thorns and make it As ugly as your low station. As for you, foolish boy, If I ever discover you just sigh Wishing to see this girl again (and trust me, You never will), we'll cut you from the succession; We won't claim you as blood relation, no relation at all, Further removed than Deucalion. Listen to me carefully. Come to the court. You wretch, for now, Though I'm full of anger, I spare you From the full force of it. And you, enchantress, Fit enough for a shepherd; yes, and him too— The one who makes himself, except for our honor, Unworthy of you. If ever after this You open these farmhouse doors to his advances, Or hold his body close with your embraces, I'll devise a death as cruel for you As your tender body can endure.

I'm going to scratch your face until you're as ugly as you deserve to be. And you—you fool—if I ever catch you even wishing for her again, and you won't get the chance, you're cut off. Not my son, not my blood, not even distantly related. Understand? Get to court. Right now I'm too furious to kill you, but I'm only sparing you for today. And you, witch—you're barely good enough for a shepherd, and he only takes you because of me. If you ever let him into your home or your bed again, I'll make you suffer a death worse than anything you can imagine.

gonna ruin your beauty if you see him again i'll kill you you're nothing to me stay away from him

Everything's over here. I wasn't really scared, I was just about to speak and tell him straight out that the same sun that shines on his court doesn't hide from our cottage but looks equally on both. Will it please you, sir, to go? I told you this would happen. Please, take care of yourself. This dream of mine—now that I'm awake, I won't pretend to be a queen anymore, I'll just milk my sheep and cry.

It's all falling apart right here. I wasn't even that scared—I was about to tell him straight that the sun that lights up his palace also shines on our cottage, it doesn't look away from us. Will you please go, sir? I warned you this would happen. Look after yourself. This fantasy of mine—now I'm awake and it's over, I'm not playing queen anymore, I'm just going back to herding sheep and crying.

its over the sun shines everywhere the same on poor and rich please go i told u this would happen im done dreaming just sheep and tears now

What's wrong now, father! Speak before you die.

What's happening, old man! Say something before you collapse.

dad say something dont die on us

I can't speak or think, or dare to know what I know. Oh sir, you've ruined a man of eighty-three, who thought he'd fill his grave in peace; yes, die in the bed my father died in, lie next to his honest bones; but now some executioner must put my shroud on me and bury me where no priest will say the words. Cursed girl, you knew this was the prince and you'd risk mixing your vows with him! Ruined, ruined! If I could die right now, I'd be happy to die when I choose.

I can't even talk or think straight, or face what I already know. Man, you've destroyed an old guy of eighty-three who just wanted to die peacefully in his own bed, buried next to his father's honest bones; but instead some hangman's going to throw me in a ditch where no priest says anything. Cursed girl, you knew he was the prince and you went ahead and promised him! Everything's ruined! If I could die right this second, I'd be grateful to go whenever I wanted.

im done im eighty three just wanted peace shes cursed me im ruined just let me die now

Why do you look at me that way? I'm only sorry, not scared; delayed, but not changed: what I was, I am: only pulling harder against being held back; not resisting my leash unwillingly.

Why are you staring at me like that? I'm disappointed, not frightened; things are delayed but I haven't changed: I'm still who I was, just fighting harder because I'm being held back; I'm not being dragged unwillingly.

im not scared just upset still the same guy just trying harder now

Your grace, you know your father's nature: right now he won't allow any conversation (which I'm guessing you weren't planning to have anyway) and he won't be able to see you yet, I'm afraid: so until his anger calms down, don't go see him.

My lord, you know what your father's like: right now he won't listen to anything anyone says (and I'm pretty sure you weren't going to talk to him anyway), and honestly he can't even look at you yet—I'm worried about that: so until he cools down, stay away from him.

ur dads furious he wont listen stay away til hes calm

I wasn't planning to. I think you're Camillo?

Yeah, I wasn't going to. Are you Camillo?

i wasnt planning to u camillo?

Yes, that's me, my lord.

That's right, my lord.

yeah thats me

How many times have I told you this would happen! How many times did I say my dignity would only last until people found out!

How many times did I say this was going to happen! I kept telling you my status would disappear the second it got out!

i told u this my status gone the second ppl know

It can't fail unless I break my promise; and then let nature smash the earth together and destroy the seeds inside! Raise your head. Take me out of the line of succession, father; I am heir to my love.

The only way I lose is if I break my word to her; and if that happens, let the world fall apart and everything die! Lift your eyes up. Strike me from the inheritance, father; what I really inherit is her.

wont break my vow would rather die im hers not yours

Take my advice.

Listen to me.

listen to me

I am, guided by my love. If my reason will obey that, then I have reason; if not, my senses, happier in madness, welcome it.

I am, following my heart. If my brain agrees with my heart, great; if not, my feelings would rather be crazy and happy than sane and miserable.

i follow my heart if my brain wont, i choose madness its worth it

This is reckless, sir.

Sir, this is crazy.

thats insane

Call it that: but it fulfills my vow. I have to believe it's honest. Camillo, not for Bohemia, nor for all the wealth that could be gathered there; for all that the sun sees or the earth contains or the deep seas hide in unknown depths, will I break my oath to this woman I love. So I'm asking you, as you've always been my father's honored friend, when he misses me—and truly, I don't plan to see him again—use your wisdom to calm his feelings: let me and fortune struggle for what's to come. You should know this, and pass it on: I'm going to sea with her, whom I cannot keep on shore here; and I have a ship nearby that's ready, well almost ready for this journey. What course I'm taking won't help you to know, and I don't need to report it to you.

Go ahead and call me crazy: but it keeps my promise. I need to think of it as right. Camillo, I wouldn't break this oath for all the money in Bohemia, or everything the sun shines on, or everything the earth holds, or all the secrets of the ocean—none of it. So please, you've always been my father's best friend, when he realizes I'm gone—and I'm really not planning to see him again—help calm him down: I'll just have to trust luck with whatever happens next. You need to know and tell him: I'm getting on a boat with her since I can't keep her here; I've got a ship ready nearby, pretty much ready anyway for this. You don't need to know my plans, and I'm not reporting anything to you.

im crazy but its honest im leaving by ship with her help my dads not so mad tell him thats it no details for u

Oh my lord, I wish your spirit was easier to advise or stronger in the face of hardship.

My lord, I really wish I could persuade you or that you had the strength to handle this differently.

wish u'd listen wish u were stronger

Listen, Perdita. I'll listen to you shortly.

Listen, Perdita. I'll talk to you in a minute.

perdita listen. ill get to u in a sec

He's determined to leave. Now I'd be fortunate if I could turn his escape to my advantage, save him from danger, show him love and honor, and see my dear Sicilia again and that unhappy king, my master, whom I desperately want to see.

He's made up his mind. If I could somehow use this escape to my advantage, keep him safe, help him, and maybe get back to Sicilia and see that sad king I serve—that would be lucky.

hes leaving no matter what if i can help him escape and get back to sicilia that would be perfect

Now, good Camillo, I'm so filled with urgent matters that I'm skipping the politeness.

Look, Camillo, I've got so much going on right now that I'm going to skip the small talk.

camillo i got no time for manners

Sir, I think you've heard of my humble service, the love I've shown your father?

Sir, I'm guessing you know about my loyal service, how much I've cared about your father?

u know ive served ur dad with love

Very nobly you've served him: my father speaks of your deeds with affection, and it's important to him to repay you for what you've done.

You've served with real honor: my father talks about what you've done with deep affection, and he really cares about rewarding you.

u served great dads always talking about u he wants to reward u

Well, my lord, if you might please to think I love the king and, through him, what's closest to him—which is your gracious self—embrace my advice, if your serious and firm decision can be changed. On my honor, I'll point you to a place where you'll be received as befits your station; where you can be with your mistress; from whom, I see, there's no separation possible except through, as heaven forbid, your destruction. Marry her, and with all my efforts while you're away, I'll try to calm your unhappy father and bring him to accept the situation.

Well, my lord, if you believe I love your father and you're the thing closest to his heart to me, then listen to my advice: if your serious plan can bend at all. I swear to you, I can get you to a place where you'll be treated like a prince; where you can be with her; there's no way to keep you apart except if you both get ruined. Marry her, and while you're gone I'll work hard to make your father stop being angry and make him accept what happened.

i love ur dad and u so listen to me i can help u get married ill fix ur dad while ur gone

How, Camillo, can this happen—almost a miracle—that I can call you more than just a man, and after that believe in you completely?

Camillo, how is this even possible? This would be almost miraculous. I'd have to think you're more than human, and then I could trust you with everything.

how is this possible ud be like a miracle id trust u with anything

Have you thought of a place where you'll go?

Do you have anywhere in mind to go?

where u going

We haven't decided yet. But when unexpected things happen that cause us to act recklessly, we're saying we're the slaves of chance and flies blown by every wind that blows.

I haven't even thought of a place yet. But when unexpected stuff happens that makes us act without thinking, that's basically us admitting we're just slaves to fate and getting tossed around by whatever wind comes our way.

not yet just slaves to fate blown wherever

Then listen to me: if you won't change your mind and you go through with this escape, make for Sicilia, and show yourself and your beautiful princess there—because I see she must be—before Leontes: she'll be dressed appropriately as the partner of your bed. I think I see Leontes opening his arms wide and crying welcome; asking you, his son, for forgiveness, as if speaking to your father; kissing the hands of your new princess; tearing himself between his harshness and his kindness. He curses one to hell and tells the other to grow faster than thought or time.

So listen: if you're going to run away and won't change your mind, head to Sicilia and bring her to King Leontes—she's got to be a princess now. She'll be dressed properly like a royal bride. I can picture Leontes throwing his arms open and crying, begging you for forgiveness like you're his father, kissing your bride's hands, torn between how cruel he was and how kind he wants to be now. He'll curse his old meanness and say his new love should grow faster than anything.

go to sicilia show ur bride to leontes shell be dressed right hell cry hell forgive u hell love u both

Worthy Camillo, what reason or excuse can I use when I meet him?

Camillo, what am I supposed to tell him when I see him? What excuse do I give?

what do i tell him what excuse

Your father sent you to greet him and comfort him. Sir, the way you should act toward him, and what you—on behalf of your father—should say, the things we three know about, I'll write down for you, which will guide you at every meeting about what you must say; so he'll think you speak with your father's heart close by and speak his very deepest feelings.

Say your father sent you to say hello and make him feel better. Sir, I'll write down how you should act and what you should say—stuff we three know about—and it'll tell you exactly what to say at every step so he'll think your father's basically inside your chest speaking his mind.

ur dads sending u to comfort him ill write down what u say shell think ur dads inside u

I am in your debt: there is some real strength in this plan.

I owe you everything: this plan actually has real merit.

i owe u this plan actually works

This is a better plan than just recklessly giving yourselves to unknown waters and uncharted shores, almost certain to bring you miseries: no hope to help you unless you escape one problem to grab another: there's nothing as certain as your anchors, who do their best if they can keep you where you'll be miserable. Besides, you know that good fortune is the strongest bond of love, while difficulty changes its fresh beauty and its emotion.

This is way better than just throwing yourselves at the ocean to unknown places that are sure to destroy you: there's no hope unless you're switching one disaster for another: your anchors are the only sure thing, and the best they can do is keep you stuck somewhere terrible. Besides, prosperity is what keeps love alive and strong, but hardship changes how beautiful and passionate it looks.

better than drowning at sea at least this has a plan love needs good fortune hardship kills it

One of those is true: I think hardship might make the face look tired, but it can't damage the mind.

One of those things is right: hardship might make someone look worn out, but it can't really wreck their heart.

hardship damages looks not the heart

Yes, you say so? There won't be born at your father's house for these seven years anyone as good as her.

Really? Your father won't have anyone as good as her born in his house for seven years.

no ones like her 7 years at least

My good Camillo, she's as advanced in her upbringing as she's behind in our birth status.

Camillo, she's got manners and education that match the high class, even though she was born low.

shes classy despite being poor

I can't say it's unfortunate that she lacks training, because she appears to be a teacher to most who instruct others.

I can't say it's too bad she never got formal training because she's so talented that she could teach most teachers.

she doesnt need training shes good as teachers

Forgive me, sir; for this compliment I'll blush and thank you.

Sorry, sir; I'm going to blush and thank you for that.

thanks im blushing

My lovely Perdita! But oh, the problems we're facing! Camillo, preserver of my father, now my helper, the cure for our family—how will we do this? We're not outfitted like a prince of Bohemia and we won't look like royalty in Sicilia.

My beautiful Perdita! But man, we've got serious problems! Camillo, you saved my father and now you're saving me, you're fixing everything—how do we pull this off? We don't have royal clothes and we won't look like princes in Sicilia.

we got no fancy clothes wont look right in sicilia

My lord, don't worry about this. I believe my whole fortune depends on this, so it will be my job to get you dressed as royally as if the scene you're acting out were mine. For example, sir, so you know you won't lack for anything—one word.

My lord, don't stress about that. Everything I have is tied up in this, so I'll make sure you're dressed like royalty—like this whole plan is mine to take care of. Look, sir, so you know you'll have everything—just give me a second.

dont worry im setting u up perfect just need a word

Ha, ha! What a fool honesty is! and trust, his sworn brother, a very simple fool! I've sold all my cheap goods. Not a fake jewel, not a ribbon, mirror, scent ball, brooch, notebook, song sheet, knife, tape, glove, shoelace, bracelet, ring, nothing left in my pack. They crowd in to buy from me, as if my trinkets had been blessed and brought good fortune to the buyer: from which I learned whose wallet was richest; and what I saw, I remembered for my profit. My clown (who just needs one more thing to be a proper person) fell so in love with the girls' song that he wouldn't move until he had both the tune and the words; which drew all the other herders to me so that all their other senses went into listening: you could have cut their clothes, it wouldn't matter; it would have been nothing to steal their wallets; I would have taken keys from chains: no hearing, no feeling, just the song, and admiring how empty it was. In all this time of sleep I picked and cut most of their purses; and if the old man hadn't come in with yelling about his daughter and the king's son, and scared away my thieves from the grain, I wouldn't have left a single purse in the whole crowd.

Ha! What an idiot honesty is! And trust, honesty's best friend, he's just as dumb! I've sold everything I had. Not a single fake gem, not a ribbon, not a mirror, scent, brooch, book, song, knife, tape, glove, shoelace, bracelet, ring—my bag is empty. Everyone wanted to buy from me like my stuff was magical and blessed them: that's how I figured out who had the most money. And I remembered it. My simple clown got so into the girls' song he stood there until he learned every word and note; it made everyone else come over to watch and listen so hard they couldn't hear or feel anything else: I could've stabbed them and they wouldn't notice; stealing their wallets was easy; I could've taken keys off chains: nothing got through except the song and how dumb they looked admiring it. While everyone was standing there hypnotized I picked their pockets like crazy; and if that old guy hadn't come running in shouting about his daughter and the prince, and scared my crew away from the crowd, I could've robbed every single person there.

honesty is dumb trust is dumb ive sold everything everyone wanted my stuff stole all their wallets easy clowns love songs till dad came yelling

No, but my letters, once they reach you, will clear up that doubt.

But the letters I'm sending will get there fast and clear everything up for you.

my letters will explain everything

And those things you'll get from King Leontes?

So you're grabbing things from King Leontes?

you getting stuff from king leontes?

Will satisfy your father.

Will make your father happy.

makes your dad happy

May you be happy! All that you say appears good.

I hope you'll be happy! Everything you're saying sounds fair.

hope you're happy what u say sounds good

Who is this? We'll use this man as a tool; let's not overlook anything that might help us.

Who's this guy? We can use him to help us escape; nothing's off the table.

who is this? well use him. need all the help we can get

If they've overheard me just now, I'm done for—I'll be hanged.

If they heard what I just said, I'm dead—they'll hang me.

if they heard me im done. theyll hang me

What's the matter, good fellow? Why are you shaking so? Don't be afraid, man; no one means You any harm.

Hey, what's wrong, friend? Why are you shaking like that? Look, don't be scared—nobody's trying To hurt you.

hey why you shaking don't worry, ur safe

I'm a poor man, sir.

I'm just a poor guy, sir.

im poor

Look, stay calm; nobody will rob you of what little you have. But to cover up Your appearance of poverty, we need to trade clothes; so take off your clothes immediately— You must understand this is necessary—and exchange garments with this gentleman. Though the value on his side is less than yours, take this money anyway; it's extra compensation.

Okay, don't worry; nobody's going to steal from a poor guy. But we need to change how you look, so we're going to swap clothes. Take your clothes off right now— This is necessary—and trade with this gentleman here. Sure, his outfit's worth less than yours, but here's some money to make up for it.

dont worry no ones stealing from u but we gotta swap clothes take urs off now heres money for the diff

I'm a poor man, sir. [Aside: I know you well enough.]

I'm just a poor fellow, sir. [Aside: I know exactly who you are.]

im poor (i know what this is)

No, please hurry: the gentleman is already half undressed.

Come on, hurry up: the gentleman is already half-naked.

hurry hes already half naked

Are you serious, sir? [Aside: I can see through this trick.]

You're serious about this, sir? [Aside: I can smell what's going on here.]

ur serious? (i see this trick)

Hurry, please.

Come on, hurry up.

hurry

Well, I have received an advance payment before, but I cannot in good conscience accept it.

Yeah, I've taken advance payments, but I can't take money and do this in good conscience.

i took money before but i cant do this

Unbuckle, unbuckle.

Unbuckle, unbuckle.

unbuckle unbuckle

Lucky lady, may my wishes come true for you! You must hide yourself. Take your sweetheart's hat and pull it down over your brows, cover your face, and change your clothes. Make yourself look as unlike yourself as you can, because I fear there are eyes watching. You need to reach the ship without being recognized.

Lucky girl, I hope this works out for you! You need to hide yourself away. Take Florizel's hat and pull it down over your face, cover yourself, and change your clothes. Make yourself look as different as possible, because I'm worried about people watching. You need to get to the ship without anyone knowing who you are.

lucky girl hide yourself take his hat pull it down cover your face change clothes look different get to ship unrecognized

I see how the situation stands So that I must play a role.

I can see the way things are, So I have to play along.

i get it i gotta go along with this

There's no other choice. Are you finished?

No way around it. Are you done?

no choice u done?

If I were to meet my father now, He would not call me his son.

If my father saw me now, He wouldn't even call me his son.

if dad saw me now hed disown me

No, you won't get a hat. [Giving it to Perdita.] Come on, lady. Goodbye, my friend.

No hat for you. [Giving it to Perdita.] Come on, let's go. Goodbye, friend.

no hat 4 u lets go bye friend

Goodbye, sir.

See you, sir.

bye

O Perdita, what have the two of us forgotten? Please, may I have a word.

Perdita, what did we forget? Hey, can I talk to you for a second?

perdita what did we forget can we talk?

What I'll do next is tell the king about this escape and where they're heading; I hope I can persuade him to follow them. When I travel with him, I'll see Sicilia again, which I have longed to see more than anything.

Here's what I'm gonna do: tell the king they escaped and where they're going. I'll convince him to chase after them. That way I can go back to Sicilia, which I've been longing to see more than anything.

ill tell the king theyre gone & where theyre headed. hell follow. then i can see sicilia again

May Fortune help us! So we set out, Camillo, toward the sea.

Let's hope luck is on our side! Okay, Camillo, let's head to the seaside.

lets hope luck helps heading to the sea

The faster we go the better.

The sooner the better.

faster the better

I understand what's going on. Listen, a pickpocket needs an alert ear, sharp eyes, and quick hands; a good nose is also essential to spot opportunities for the other senses. I see this is A time when dishonest men prosper. What a deal this would have been without extra payment! What a profit There is in this exchange! The gods are surely turning a blind eye to us this year, and we can do whatever we please. The Prince himself is committing a sin, running away from his Father with his lover at his heels. If I thought it honest to inform the king, I wouldn't do it; I believe it's more in character For me to conceal it; that's how I stay true to my profession.

I get what's happening here. Look, as a pickpocket, you need to stay sharp—good ears, sharp eyes, and fast hands; a good nose helps you spot opportunities too. I can see this is a time when Dishonest people like me are doing well. Without the extra payment, this deal would have been nothing. But with it? Perfect profit! The gods must be ignoring us this year because we're getting away with everything. The prince Himself is doing something seriously wrong—running off from his father with his girlfriend in tow. I could tell the king, But that's not who I am. I think it's more fitting for me to keep my mouth shut; that's how I stay loyal to being a rogue.

i get whats happening pickpocket needs sharp eyes ears hands gods are ignoring us this year prince running off w his gf i could tell the king but im not keeping quiet is who i am

Step aside, step aside. Here's more opportunity for a clever mind. Every street corner, every shop, every church, every court session, every public execution—all provide opportunity for a watchful, clever man to find work.

Stand aside, stand aside. There's plenty here for someone clever like me. Every street corner, every shop, every church, every court session, every hanging—they're all chances for a sharp-eyed fellow to make money.

step aside work for a clever mind every street every shop every church court & hanging opportunity for sharp fellows

Look, look at you now! There's only one way: tell the King she's a foundling, not your real daughter.

Look at you now! The only way is to tell the king that She's a changeling—not really your daughter.

u gotta tell the king she aint really ur daughter

No, but listen to me.

Wait, listen to me.

wait hear me out

No, but listen to me.

Wait, let me explain.

no wait let me talk

Alright, then.

Go ahead, then.

ok go on

Since she's not your real daughter, your real family hasn't Offended the king, so your real family won't be punished by him. Show him the things you found with her, those secret items, all Except what she took with her. Once that's done, you can forget about the law, I promise you.

Look, since she's not really your daughter, your actual family hasn't Offended the king, so the king won't punish your actual family. Show him the things you found, all those secret items, Everything except what she had on her. Do that and you're free and clear.

shes not ur real daughter so ur fam didnt offend the king show him the stuff u found thats it ur free

I'll tell the king everything, every word, and also his son's scheming; Who, I can say, is not an honest man to his father or to me, trying To make me family to the king.

I'm going to tell the king everything, word for word, and about his son's dirty schemes too. That guy's no honest man—not to his father or to me—he tried To make me part of the royal family by marrying my daughter.

telling king everything about the princes schemes too he tried to make me family to the king thats not honest

Well, being his brother-in-law would have been the farthest social climb for you, And your blood would have been worth more by I don't know how much per ounce.

Yeah, being related to the prince would have taken you so far, And your blood would have been worth way more to people.

being family to the prince would make u worth more

Very wise move, you fools!

Real smart, you idiots!

real smart move you fools

Well, let's go to the king: there is something in this bundle that will Make him pause and think.

Okay, let's go to the king: what's in this bundle will really Get his attention.

lets go see the king this bundle gonna blow his mind

I don't know how much this complaint will hold back my master's escape.

I wonder how much this complaint is gonna slow down my master's getaway.

idk if this stops my masters escape

I sincerely hope he's at the palace.

I really hope he's at the palace.

hope hes at the palace

Though I'm not naturally honest, I happen to be sometimes by luck. Let me put away my peddler's disguise. Well now, country folk! Where are you headed?

Though I'm not naturally an honest guy, sometimes I happen to be one anyway. Let me get rid of this peddler outfit. So, you rustics! Where are you going?

im not naturally honest but im trying. where u headed rustics?

To the palace, if it pleases you.

To the palace, sir, if you don't mind.

palace sir

Your business there, what it is, with whom, the contents of that bundle, your Home address, your names, your ages, how much you have, your social standing, and anything else proper to know? Tell me!

What's your business at the palace? Who are you seeing? What's in that bundle? Where do you live? Your names? Ages? How much money you got? Your background? Spill it all!

why u going there who u seeing whats in the bundle where u live names ages money tell me everything

We're just simple men, sir.

We're just plain, simple guys, sir.

just plain guys

That's a lie. You're rough and hairy. I won't have any lying. Lying befits no one Except tradesmen, and they often call us soldiers liars; but we pay them With minted coins, not stabbing swords; therefore they don't Actually call us liars.

That's a lie; you're rough and hairy guys. Look, I don't want any lying. Only tradesmen lie, and sure, they Often say we soldiers are liars, but we pay them back with coins, not steel. So really, they don't call us liars.

ur lying u look rough tradesmen lie they call us liars but we pay them not stab them

You almost called us liars yourself, if you hadn't caught yourself at it.

You almost called us liars too, if you hadn't caught yourself mid-sentence.

u almost called us liars

Are you a courtier, if I may ask, sir?

Are you a courtier, sir, if I'm not being disrespectful?

u a courtier sir?

Whether it suits me or not, I am a courtier. Do you not see the court style in These clothes? Is my walk not measured like a courtier's? Does your nose not smell court perfume from me? Do I not show Your simple nature court-contempt? Do you think that because I probe your affairs and try to get Your business from you, I'm therefore no courtier? I am a courtier from head to toe, and one who will either Help or hinder your business there. Therefore, I command you to reveal your business.

Whether you like it or not, I am a courtier. Can't you see the court in My clothing? My walk, doesn't it have the courtier's polish? Don't you smell court perfume on me? Don't I show Court manners compared to your country ways? Just because I'm asking questions and trying to get information from you Doesn't mean I'm not a courtier—I'm a courtier from head to toe, and I can either help or hurt your cause. So tell me your business.

im a courtier look at my clothes smell the perfume im refined af im gonna help or wreck u tell me ur business

My business, sir, is with the king.

I need to speak with the king, sir.

its with the king

What connection do you have to him?

What's your in with him? Do you know someone?

whos ur connection to the king

I don't know, if you please.

I don't know, sir.

idk sir

Advocate is court slang for a pheasant. Say you have none.

Advocate's just fancy court talk for a pheasant. Tell him you don't have one.

advocate = pheasant say u got none

None, sir; I have no pheasant, rooster, or hen.

None, sir. No pheasant, rooster, or chicken.

no pheasant rooster or hen

How lucky are we not to be simple men! Yet nature might have made me like these are, So I won't look down on them.

How lucky we are that we're not simple fellows! Though honestly, nature could have made me like them, So I won't disrespect them.

lucky we aint simple guys but could be me so im not gonna disrespect em

This can only be a great courtier.

This guy's definitely a great courtier.

def a great courtier

His clothes are expensive, but he doesn't wear them gracefully.

His clothes are fancy, but he wears them awkwardly.

nice clothes but wears em weird

He seems even more refined in being eccentric: a great man, I'm sure; I can tell by the way he picks at his teeth.

He's so noble and weird at the same time: definitely a great man. I can tell by how he's always picking at his teeth.

hes fancy n weird great guy cuz hes picking his teeth

That bundle there? What's in the bundle? And why that box?

That bundle? What's in it? And what's with the box?

the bundle? whats in it? why the box?

Sir, there are such secrets in this bundle and box that only the king must know them; And he will know them within the hour, if I can speak to him.

Sir, there are secrets in this bundle and box that only the king can know about. And he'll know them within an hour if I can get to him.

secrets in here only the king can know hell find out soon if i see him

Old man, you've wasted your effort.

Old guy, you just wasted your time.

u wasted ur time old man

Why, sir?

Why, sir?

why, sir

The king is not at the palace; he's gone aboard a new ship to relieve His sadness and get some air. For, if you can understand serious matters, you must know the king is full of grief.

The king's not at the palace—he's gone on a new ship to get away from his sadness. If you can understand serious stuff, you need to know the king is really upset.

king left the palace on a ship to feel better he mad depressed rn

That's what is said, sir; it's about his son, who was supposed to marry a shepherd's daughter.

Yeah, that's what people are saying, sir; it's about his son, who was going to marry a shepherd's daughter.

yeah thats what ppl say about his son was supposed to marry a shepherds daughter

If that shepherd is not arrested, let him run. The curses he will Receive, the tortures he will feel, will destroy any man, will break even A monster's heart.

If that shepherd's not caught, he better run. The curses and torture he's going to face Will destroy him, will break anyone, even a monster.

if shepherd aint caught he should run hell get destroyed broke

Do you really believe that, sir?

You think that's actually going to happen?

u think so?

Not only he will suffer what cruel wit can devise and bitter vengeance can inflict; But those related to him, however distant, will all Be executed. Which is a pity, but necessary. An old rustic fool, a shepherd, to dare to have His daughter accepted as nobility! Some say he'll be stoned, but that Death is too easy for him, I say. To bring royalty down to a peasant's level! All Deaths are too few, the harshest too gentle.

He won't be the only one to suffer—his whole family, no matter how distant, Will all hang for this. Sad, but it needs to happen. An old shepherd rogue trying to make his daughter Royalty! Some say he'll be stoned, but that's too easy, if you ask me. To pull the royal throne down to a sheepfold! Nothing's punishment enough.

whole fam gonna suffer all executed old shepherd tried to make his daughter royalty thats not ok nothing is punishment enough

Does the old man have a son, sir, listen, if you please?

Does that old shepherd have a son, sir, if you don't mind me asking?

old guy got a son?

He will be flayed alive, then anointed with honey And placed on a wasp's nest; then left to stand until he is almost Dead; then revived with strong liquor or another hot drink; then, raw and skinned as he is, on the hottest day Possible, placed against a brick wall with the sun beating down on him, where he will be covered With maggot-infested flesh. But why do we talk of these treacherous wretches whose suffering is So amusing, their crimes being so severe? Tell me—for you seem to be honest, plain men—what is your business with the king? If you're somewhat gentle in appearance, I'll bring you to where he is aboard ship, present you To his presence, put in a good word for you; and if any man besides the king can help your cause, it's me.

His son will be flayed alive, then smeared with honey And put on a wasp's nest, left there until he's nearly dead, then brought back with strong liquor, and then—still raw—put against a wall in the hottest sun imaginable, covered in maggots. But why am I even talking about these traitors? Their suffering is a joke. Anyway, you two look like honest, simple guys, so tell me what you need from the king. I'm going to take you to him on the ship, introduce you, speak up for you; if anyone can help you besides the king, it's me.

hes gonna suffer bad wasp nest honey flayed alive then sun maggots everywhere but ur good guys ill help u see the king

He seems very powerful: make a deal with him, give him money; and Although authority is a stubborn force, it's often controlled by money. Show him your money, And that's all there is to it. Remember: he'll stone him and flay him alive.

He looks really important: make a deal with him, bribe him with money. Authority acts stubborn, But it's usually led around by money. Flash your cash to him, And you're good. Remember he said stoned and flayed alive.

hes powerful bribe him w money authority = bribed by money show him ur cash remember: stoned n flayed

If it please you, sir, to handle this matter for us, here is the gold I have. I'll provide as much more, and leave this young man as security until I bring it to you.

If you'll help us with this, sir, here's the gold I have. I'll get you more money, And I'll leave my son here as collateral until I can pay you back.

u help us? heres my gold ill get more leaving my son as collateral

After I've done what I promised?

After I've done what I said I would?

after i do my part?

Ay, sir.

Ay, sir.

ay, sir

Well, give me half. Are you involved in this too?

Well, give me half the money. Are you part of this deal too?

give me half u in on this?

In a way, sir, but though my situation is unfortunate, I hope I won't literally be flayed for it.

Kind of, sir, but my situation's bad enough without being flayed alive like they said.

kinda my situation sucks hope i dont get flayed

Oh, that's the shepherd's son's situation. He'll be hanged and made an example.

Yeah, well, that's what's going to happen to the shepherd's son. He's going to be hanged as an example.

thats the shepherds son gonna hang him example

Take comfort! We must go to the king and show him what we have found. He needs to know it's not his real daughter or my sister; otherwise we're ruined. Sir, I will pay you as much as this old man does when this is done, and I'll remain Your hostage until I bring you the money.

Hang in there! We need to go to the king and show him these things. He has to know she's not his real daughter or my sister, or we're done for. Sir, I'll pay you as much as he does when this is over, and I'll stay with you As collateral until I can pay you.

we good gotta show king the stuff hes gotta know shes not real or we done ill pay u too stayin as collateral

I'll trust you. Walk ahead toward the seaside; go along the right side. I'll just take a quick look and follow you.

I trust you. Head toward the seaside, go on the right. I'll just check something and catch up.

i trust u head to seaside go right ill catch up

This man is such a blessing to us, genuinely blessed.

We're so lucky to have found this guy.

were blessed so lucky

Let's go ahead as he tells us. He was meant to help us.

Let's go like he said. He's meant to help us.

lets go hes meant to help

If I were disposed to be honest, I see Fortune won't allow it: she Drops profit into my mouth. I'm presented with two opportunities now: Gold, and a chance to do my master the prince a favor, which may somehow Advance me. I will bring these two fools to him. If he thinks it right to send them back And finds their complaint to the king doesn't concern him, let him call me a rogue for meddling so much; But I'm immune to that name and whatever shame comes with it. I'll present them to him. There might be something beneficial in this.

If I wanted to be honest, I can see Fortune won't let me—she keeps throwing money at me. Now I've got two shots: gold, and the chance to do the prince a solid, which could help me out. I'm going to bring these two fools to him. If he decides to just send them back and doesn't care about their complaint, He can call me a rogue for butting in, but I don't care. I'm going to show them to him. This could work out for me.

fortune wont let me be honest money falling into my mouth twice the opportunity gold n helping the prince might help me bringing these fools to him this could work out