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Camillo: The Heavens continue their loves!


Archidamus: I think that there is not in the world either malice or matter to alter it.

(1.1.4)- Foreshadowing/ Irony of jealousy to come.

Leontes: [ASIDE] Too hot, too hot!


To mingle friendship is mingling bloods.


I have tremor cordis on me: my heart dances;


But not for joy; not joy. This entertainment


May a free face put on, derive a liberty


From heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom,


And well become the agent; 't may, I grant;


But to be paddling palms and pinching fingers,


As now they are, and making practiced smiles,


As in a looking glass, and then to sigh, as twere


The mort o' the deer; O, that is entertainment


My bosom likes not, nor my brows! Mammilius


Art thou my boy?

(1.2.11) metahpor- hands and fingers are erotic appendages.


abrupt changes in mood and speech- choppy, pauses in the middle of lines.

Leontes: Why, that's my bawcock. What,hast


smutch'd thy nose?


They say it is a copy out of mine. Come, captain,


We must be neat; not neat, but cleanly, captain:


And yet the steer, the heifer and the calf


Are all call'd neat.--Still virginalling


Upon his palm!-- How now, you wanton calf!


Art thou my calf?

(1.2.12) sexual imagery, cuckolding

Leontes: Thou wan'st a rough pash and the shoots that i have,


To be full like me: yet they say we are


Almost as like as eggs; women say so,


That will say anything but were they false


As o'er-dyed blacks, as wind, as waters, false


As dice are to be wish'd by one that fixes


No bourn 'twixt his and mine, yet were it true


To say this boy were like me. Come, sir page,


Look on me with your welkin eye: sweet villain!

jealousy, massive use of simile, jagged speech