<p>"What we chang'd<br>Was innocence for innocence; we knew not<br>The doctrine of ill-doing, nor dream'd<br>That any did."<br>Polixenes, scene ii</p><p><a href="/tags/otd/" rel="tag">#OTD</a> in 1912.</p><p>Harley Granville-Barker's production of Shakespeare's The Winter's Tale opens at the Savoy Theatre, London, with simplified scenery, ensemble acting and naturalistic verse-speaking. It is replaced in November by his production of Twelfth Night.</p><p><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Winter%27s_Tale" rel="nofollow" class="ellipsis" title="en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Winter%27s_Tale"><span class="invisible">https://</span><span class="ellipsis">en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Wint</span><span class="invisible">er%27s_Tale</span></a></p><p>Winter's Tale at PG:<br><a href="https://gutenberg.org/ebooks/1539" rel="nofollow"><span class="invisible">https://</span>gutenberg.org/ebooks/1539</a></p><p><a href="/tags/books/" rel="tag">#books</a> <a href="/tags/literature/" rel="tag">#literature</a> <a href="/tags/theatre/" rel="tag">#theatre</a></p>
![An illustration by John Opie, engraved by Jean Pierre Simon, for Act II, Scene III of Shakespeare's [The] Winter's Tale LEONTES: [To ANTIGONUS.] You, sir, come you hither: You that have been so tenderly officious With Lady Margery, your midwife, there, To save this bastard's life,—for 'tis a bastard, So sure as this beard's grey,—what will you adventure To save this brat's life? ANTIGONUS. Anything, my lord, That my ability may undergo, And nobleness impose: at least, thus much; I'll pawn the little blood which I have left To save the innocent:—anything possible. LEONTES. It shall be possible. Swear by this sword Thou wilt perform my bidding. ANTIGONUS. I will, my lord. LEONTES. Mark, and perform it; (seest thou?) for the fail Of any point in't shall not only be Death to thyself, but to thy lewd-tongu'd wife; Whom for this time, we pardon.](/proxy/post_attachment/381954/02f5e2f993.jpg "An illustration by John Opie, engraved by Jean Pierre Simon, for Act II, Scene III of Shakespeare's [The] Winter's Tale LEONTES: [To ANTIGONUS.] You, sir, come you hither: You that have been so tenderly officious With Lady Margery, your midwife, there, To save this bastard's life,—for 'tis a bastard, So sure as this beard's grey,—what will you adventure To save this brat's life? ANTIGONUS. Anything, my lord, That my ability may undergo, And nobleness impose: at least, thus much; I'll pawn the little blood which I have left To save the innocent:—anything possible. LEONTES. It shall be possible. Swear by this sword Thou wilt perform my bidding. ANTIGONUS. I will, my lord. LEONTES. Mark, and perform it; (seest thou?) for the fail Of any point in't shall not only be Death to thyself, but to thy lewd-tongu'd wife; Whom for this time, we pardon.")
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