Sir, you have done enough and have demonstrated a saintly sorrow. You could not have made any fault that you have not redeemed. Indeed, you have paid more penitence than you committed wrong. At last, do as the heavens have done—forget your evil. With them, forgive yourself.

Sir, you've done enough. You've shown saintly sorrow. There's no fault you haven't made amends for—in fact, you've done more penitence than you needed to. Finally, do what the heavens do: forget your mistakes. Forgive yourself.

you've done enough you've shown saintly sorrow no fault you haven't redeemed do what the heavens do forgive yourself

As long as I remember her and her virtues, I cannot forget my own faults in comparison to them, and I continue to think about the wrong I did to myself—something so terrible that it made my kingdom childless and destroyed the sweetest companion that any man ever had hopes placed in.

Every time I think about her and how great she was, I can't stop thinking about how badly I messed up compared to her. I destroyed the best thing I had—ruined my kingdom and killed the only person worth living for.

can't stop thinking about what i took from her my cruelty destroyed everything lost the kingdom and her all at once

That's true, far too true, my lord. If you married every woman in the world one by one, or took something good from all the best women to create one perfect woman, the one you killed would be without equal.

Yeah, way too true. Even if you could pick the best qualities from every woman in the world and combine them into one perfect person, she still wouldn't compare to the one you murdered.

the woman u killed would still be the best there's no one like her

I think so. Killed! She I killed! I did do it—but you cut me deeply when you speak of it. It hurts me when you say it as much as it hurts in my own thoughts. Now please, I beg you, say it only rarely. CLEOMENES: Not at all, good lady. You might have spoken a thousand things that would have been more useful for the occasion and done more credit to your kindness.

I know, I know. I killed her. I really did it—and when you say it out loud, it cuts right through me, just as bad as my own guilt does. Please, just don't keep bringing it up. CLEOMENES: Not at all. You could've said a thousand other things that would've been more helpful and made you look better.

i killed her stop reminding me it kills me all over again you could say literally anything else right now

You're one of the people who would have him marry again.

You're one of those pushing for him to get married again.

u want him to marry someone new

If you wouldn't do so, you don't care about the state or the memory of his most important name. Think about what dangers might fall on his kingdom and destroy uncertain observers because he has no heir. What could be more honorable than to be glad the former queen is well? What more honorable than, to restore the royal line, for present comfort and future good, to bless the marriage bed of majesty again with a fitting companion?

If you don't want him to remarry, you don't really care about the kingdom or respecting his legacy. Think about what could happen—without an heir, the kingdom's in danger and everyone's uncertain. Plus, isn't it nice that his first wife is finally at peace? And wouldn't it be good for the kingdom if he married again and had an heir to secure the future?

if he doesn't remarry the kingdom's in trouble no heir means chaos he needs a wife to save the dynasty

There is no one worthy enough, given the one who's gone. Besides, the gods will have brought their secret purposes to completion. Hasn't the divine Apollo said—isn't it what his oracle declared—that King Leontes won't have an heir until his lost child is found? That this will happen is as impossible to our human reason as my Antigonus breaking out of his grave and coming back to me—he who, on my life, died with the infant. Your advice would go against the heavens, oppose their will. Don't worry about having an heir; the crown will find one. Great Alexander left his kingdom to the worthiest; so his successor turned out to be the best.

No one's good enough compared to her. And anyway, the gods have plans. Apollo's oracle said Leontes won't get an heir until his lost daughter is found—that's what he promised. That's as crazy as expecting my Antigonus to come back from the dead—he died protecting that baby. You're asking Leontes to fight against what the gods want. Stop pushing for an heir. The crown will take care of itself. Alexander the Great didn't worry about an heir either—he left it to whoever was strongest, and the best person ended up in charge.

no one can replace her the oracle said: no heir til the lost child is found that's the gods' will stop fighting fate

Good Paulina, you who hold the memory of Hermione in honor, I know—oh, if only I had always listened to your counsel! Then, right now, I could be looking into my queen's eyes, could be taking treasures from her lips—

Good Paulina, you've always honored Hermione's memory. I know that. Oh god, why didn't I ever listen to you? If I had, I could still be looking into her eyes right now, still be getting all that love from her—

if i'd listened to u i'd still have her still see her eyes still hear her voice

And left them richer for what they gave back.

And they would've made you even richer with their love in return.

and she would've given u everything

You speak the truth. No more such wives; therefore, no wife. If I had a worse wife, even one used better than she was, her sainted spirit would come back to possess her body again, and on this stage where we offenders now stand, appear tormented by her ghost, asking 'Why would you do this to me?'

You're right. No more wives like her—actually, no wife at all. If I got married again to someone worse, even if I treated her better than I treated Hermione, her ghost would come back to haunt me right here, tortured and asking why I did this to her.

i'll never marry again if i did her ghost would come and ask why i betrayed her

If she had such power, she'd have every right to do it.

And honestly, if she did come back, she'd be completely justified.

and she'd be right to haunt me

She would, and it would drive me to murder the woman I married.

Yeah, it would make me want to kill my new wife. That's how angry her ghost would make me.

her anger would destroy me make me do something terrible

I would do the same. If I were the ghost that walked, I'd point you to her eyes and ask you what dull quality in them you ever saw that made you choose her. Then I'd scream so that even your ears would split from hearing me, and the words that followed would be 'Remember me.'

I'd do it too. If I were her ghost coming back to haunt you, I'd make you look at her eyes and ask what on earth you saw in them that made you pick her. Then I'd scream so loud your ears would burst, and all I'd keep saying is 'Don't forget me.'

look at her eyes what did u see? remember me forever

Stars, stars—and all other eyes are just dead coals! Don't worry, Paulina. I'll never marry again.

Her eyes shine like stars—everything else is just ashes and darkness. No wife for me, Paulina.

her eyes like stars everything else nothing no wife

Will you swear never to marry unless I give you permission?

Will you swear you won't marry anyone unless I say you can?

u gotta promise no marriage without my approval

Never, Paulina. May my soul be blessed if I break this vow!

Never, Paulina. I swear it—may I be cursed if I ever break this promise.

never paulina i swear on my soul

Then, my lords, witness his oath. CLEOMENES You're pushing him too hard.

Alright, everyone, you all heard his oath. CLEOMENES You're being pretty tough on him, you know.

everyone witness that you're pushing him too hard

Unless another woman appears—one as much like Hermione as her picture is like her. CLEOMENES: Good madam—

Unless someone shows up who looks just like Hermione did—basically like seeing her picture come to life. CLEOMENES: Good madam—

unless hermione comes back or looks just like her then no marriage

I'm done. But if my lord wants to marry—and if you will, sir, you certainly will—let me have the job of choosing you a queen. She won't be as young as your first wife was, but she'll be such that if your first queen's ghost walked, it would take joy in seeing her in your arms.

I'm done with the lecture. But if you want to marry—and let's be honest, you probably will eventually—let me be the one to pick your new wife. She won't be as young as Hermione, but she'll be someone so good that if Hermione's ghost saw you with her, she'd actually be happy about it.

when u do marry let me pick her someone hermione would approve of

My dear Paulina, we won't marry until you allow it.

Paulina, my friend—I promise you, I won't marry anyone without your permission.

i won't marry without ur say-so

That will happen when your first queen breathes again. Not until then.

And that's not happening until your first queen comes back to life. So basically never.

when hermione comes back that's when never

One who calls himself Prince Florizel, son of Polixenes, along with his princess—the most beautiful I've ever seen—is asking to meet you.

There's someone here who says he's Prince Florizel, the son of Polixenes, and he brought a princess with him—the most stunning woman I've ever laid eyes on. They want to see you.

prince florizel's here with a gorgeous princess they want to meet u

What about him? He doesn't come with his father's grandeur. His arrival, so sudden and without proper ceremony, tells us this isn't a planned visit but a forced one—brought on by need and accident. How many people did he bring?

Wait—why's he here? He doesn't come with all the pomp you'd expect from a king's son. The fact that he just showed up suddenly without all the usual pageantry tells me something's wrong. He didn't choose to come—something forced him to. How many people did he bring with him?

why the sudden visit? something's wrong no fancy entourage he had to come

Only a few, and those of low rank.

Just a handful, and they're not important people.

barely anyone not important ppl

His princess, you say? He brought her with him?

So he brought his fiancée with him?

he brought his princess? with him?

Yes, the most beautiful woman on earth, I think—brighter than the sun has ever shone on anyone.

Yeah, and she's literally the most stunning woman I've ever seen. Like, brighter and more beautiful than anything the sun ever lit up.

most beautiful woman shines brighter than anything

Oh, Hermione, as every current moment always brags that it's better than any past time, your grave must give way to what people see now! Sir, you yourself have said and written just that—but what you write now is colder than what you used to write about her, 'She had not been, nor could be equalled.' That's how your poetry flowed when she was alive; it's dried up now, so much so that you'd say you've seen someone better.

Oh, Hermione. Everyone always thinks what they're seeing right now is better than anything in the past, so your grave's being forgotten. You, sir—you wrote poems saying she was one of a kind, that no one could compare to her. Your words used to be so full of life about her beauty. But now you're saying you've seen someone better? Your words have gone cold.

hermione's replaced you said no one could match her now u see someone better? u forgot her already

Forgive me, madam. I've almost forgotten the other one—forgive me—but this one, when she captures your attention, will also take your speech. She's such a person that if she started a religion, she could outdo all other religions; she'd make followers of anyone she asked to come with her.

I'm sorry, madam. I've basically forgotten the last one—sorry about that—but once you see this one, you won't be able to stop talking about her either. She's so incredible that if she started her own religion, everyone would abandon their old beliefs and follow her instead.

forget the other one this woman is incredible people would follow her anywhere

What do you mean? She's not a woman?

What? She's not even a woman?

not a woman?

Women will love her because she's a woman more worthy than any man. Men will love her because she's the rarest of all women.

Women will love her because she's more impressive than most men, honestly. And men? They'll see her as the most unique and extraordinary woman alive.

women love that she's better than any guy men think she's the rarest woman alive

Go, Cleomenes. You and your honored friends bring them to greet us.

Cleomenes, go bring them here with your friends so I can welcome them.

go bring them let's welcome them

Still, it is strange that he should come upon us so unexpectedly.

Still, it's strange how suddenly he's appeared.

it's strange he came so suddenly

If our prince, the jewel of his children, had lived to see this moment, he would have matched well with this lord. There was less than a month between their births.

Our son would be perfect with this guy. They were born practically at the same time—less than a month apart. They would've been the same age, perfect matches.

our son would've been perfect for him both same age birth about a month apart

Please, no more. Stop. You know it kills me when you mention him. Truly, when I see this gentleman, your speeches will make me think about what may destroy my mind. They're coming.

Please, stop. Don't keep talking about him—it breaks me every time. When I meet this guy and you start talking about my son, I'll lose it. Here they come.

don't mention him it destroys me i can't handle it right now

Your mother was most faithful to your father, prince. She reproduced your father exactly in conceiving you. If I were only twenty-one, your father's image is so perfectly captured in you—his very manner and bearing—that I would call you brother as I did him. Most warmly welcome! And your fair princess—goddess, alas! I lost a couple who could have stood between heaven and earth as you gracious two do, creating wonder! But through my own folly alone, I lost the friendship and harmony with your brave father, whom, though I bear misery, I desperately desire to see once more in my life.

Your mother was truly faithful to your father, prince. She recreated your father perfectly when she had you. If I were only twenty-one again, your father's image is so exactly captured in you—his bearing, his very manner—that I'd call you brother just as I did him. Most warmly welcome! And your beautiful princess—dear goddess! I lost people who could have stood between heaven and earth like you two do, creating wonder! But through my own foolishness, I lost the friendship of your brave father, and though I bear my suffering, I desperately want to see him once more in my life.

your mother was faithful your father's image perfect in you i'd call you brother most welcome i lost a couple like you through my folly i lost your father's friendship i want to see him again

By his command I've come to Sicily, and on his behalf I bring you all the greetings that a king can send to his brother. If he weren't held back by the weakness of age, which seizes the strength of even the strongest, he would have come himself. He would have measured the lands and waters between your kingdoms to see you, whom he loves more than all the crowns and those who wear them.

Your brother sent me here, and I bring you his love and greetings. If he weren't getting old and weak, he'd have come himself. He wanted to travel all the way here to see you because he loves you more than his own crown or power.

ur brother sent me he loves u more than anything wants to see u but he's too old to travel

Oh, my brother—good gentleman—the wrongs I did to you come back to hurt me now, and these kind acts you're doing are like mirrors showing me how badly I've neglected you! Welcome, as the spring is welcome to the earth. But did he really send this extraordinary woman across the fearful ocean, at least roughly treated by Neptune's power, to greet a man who isn't worth her trouble, much less risking her life?

My brother—you're a good man—I'm remembering now how badly I treated you, and that's eating me up. These kind gestures you're making just highlight how much I've failed you. Welcome—you're like spring coming back to life. But he actually sent this incredible woman across a dangerous ocean just to come meet me? I'm not worth that risk, not even close.

the things i did to u haunt me now u don't deserve this trouble i'm not worth her risk

Good sir, the young woman in question hails from Libya.

She's from Libya, sir.

she's from libya

From Libya, where the warlike Smalus, that noble and honored lord, is feared and loved?

From Libya? That's where that powerful king Smalus rules—the one everyone fears and respects?

from where smalus rules? that strong king?

Yes, your majesty, from there; she is his daughter—his tears when we parted showed how much she meant to him. With a helpful wind from the south, we crossed to carry out the mission my father gave me to visit you. I've sent most of my attendants back to Sicilian shores; they're heading to Bohemia to report both my success in Libya and my wife's safe arrival here with me.

She's his daughter, sir. When I left Libya, her father cried because he was saying goodbye to her. We had good weather for the journey across the sea, and I came here to do what your brother asked—visit you. I sent my servants back home to Bohemia to let your brother know we made it safely and that my mission went well.

she's smalus's daughter he cried when we left good journey here everyone's safe

May the blessed gods cleanse all sickness from our air while you stay here. You have a holy father, a graceful gentleman. Against such a sacred person, I have sinned, and for this sin the heavens have shown their anger and left me without children. And your father is blessed, as he deserves to be, with you—a worthy daughter. What might I have been if I could look on a son and daughter now, such goodly things as you!

May the gods keep you healthy while you're here. Your father's a good man, truly noble. I wronged him in ways that offended heaven itself, and that's why I have no children. Your father deserved happiness, and he got it—he has you, someone truly good. If only I had a son and daughter like you, I could've had the life I deserved.

ur father's a good man i wronged him heaven punished me no kids but ur father got u i should have children like u

Most noble sir, what I'm about to tell you will seem unbelievable if the proof weren't right here. Please, great sir, Bohemia sends you greetings through me from himself. He wants you to capture his son, who has abandoned his position and duty and run away with a shepherd's daughter.

Your majesty, I have some crazy news, but I have proof. Your brother Bohemia sent me to tell you that his son ran away and abandoned everything. He's on the run with a common girl—a shepherd's daughter.

ur brother's son ran away abandoned his duty with a shepherd's girl gotta catch him

Where’s Bohemia? speak.

Where’s Bohemia? speak.

where’s bohemia? speak

He's here in your city. I just came from him. I'm speaking in amazement because my news is so shocking. While he was rushing to chase down this couple, he met on the way the father of this supposed lady and her brother. They've both left their country with this young prince.

He's here in your city right now. I just saw him. This is all so crazy—I can barely believe what I'm saying. As he was chasing down this couple, he ran into the girl's father and brother, and they've all left their country together with the prince.

the king's here he's chasing them met the girl's family they all left together

Camillo has betrayed me. His honor and his honesty, up until now, have held strong through everything.

Camillo turned on me. I thought he was loyal—I always trusted him no matter what.

camillo betrayed me i thought he was loyal

Blame him for that. He's with your father the king.

That's his problem then. He's with your father right now.

he's with ur father now

Who? Camillo?

Who? Camillo?

who? camillo?

Yes, Camillo, sir. I spoke with him. He's interrogating these poor men now. I've never seen people shake so much—they kneel and kiss the ground, swearing different things every time they speak. Bohemia covers his ears and threatens them with all kinds of horrible deaths.

Yeah, Camillo. I just talked to him. He's questioning those men right now, and they're terrified—shaking, kneeling, kissing the ground, changing their stories constantly. The king's so angry he's threatening them with every death imaginable.

camillo's interrogating them they're terrified shaking lying the king threatens death

Oh, my poor father! Heaven sends spies to watch us and won't let our wedding be celebrated.

My dad. Heaven's against us—it won't even let us get married.

heaven's against us cake's not happening

You are married?

You are married?

you are married?

We are not married, sir, and we're unlikely to be. I see that the stars will fall and kiss the valleys before high and low will be equal. The odds are the same for both of us.

We're not married, and it doesn't look like we will be. The odds are totally against us—as likely as the stars falling out of the sky and kissing the ground. Everything's against us.

we're not married we'll never be stars would fall first

Tell me, my lord—is she royalty? Does she come from a royal family?

Sir, is she actually a king's daughter?

is she a king's daughter?

She will be, once she becomes my wife.

She will be once we're married.

once we marry she will be

I see by how fast your father's moving that 'once' is going to take very long. I'm sorry—very sorry—that you've broken from your father's approval when you were bound by duty to obey him. And I'm sorry too that your choice isn't as rich in worth as it is in beauty, so that you could properly enjoy her.

Based on how slow your father's moving, that 'once' is gonna take forever. I feel bad for you—you disobeyed your father when you had no choice but to obey. And your choice is beautiful but not smart—she's not rich or powerful enough for you to actually be happy together.

ur dad won't give in 'once' means never u broke ur oath and she's not good enough for u wealthwise

Look at me: Even if Fortune is clearly our enemy and chases us with my father's power, she has no power to change what we feel. I beg you, sir—remember when you were my age and owed no more to time than I do now. With those feelings in mind, speak up for me. At your request, my father will give you precious things as if they were trifles.

Don't look away. Yeah, Fortune's against us, and my father's power is against us too. But Fortune can't change how we feel about each other. Sir, please—remember what it was like when you were young and in love like I am. Think back to those feelings and help me out. If you ask my father for anything, he'll give you everything.

fortune can't kill our love remember being young remember how u felt help us he'll give u anything

If he would do that, I'd ask for your precious mistress, whom he considers merely a trifle.

If he agreed to that, I'd beg for your girlfriend—the one he thinks is nothing.

i'd ask for her the one he thinks worthless

Sir, my king, your eyes look too young. Not even a month before your queen died, she was worthy of being looked at much more than what you're looking at now.

Your majesty, you're looking at her like a lovesick young man. Just a month ago your queen was alive, and she was worth a million times more attention than this woman.

u're looking at her like ur young hermionie was better like a month ago she was alive

I thought of her even as I looked at this woman. (To Florizel.) But your petition still hasn't been answered. I will go to your father. Your honor hasn't been destroyed by your desires, so I'm your friend and hers too. I'm going to him now on this errand, so follow me and see what I do. Come, good my lord.

I was thinking of Hermione even while looking at her. (To Florizel.) But I still haven't said yes to what you asked. I'm gonna go talk to your father about this. You haven't done anything so wrong that I won't help you both. I'm heading to him now, so follow me and watch what I do. Come on.

was thinking of hermione going to ur dad i'll help u both follow me