Today’s Totally Random
Lines
My lord, your sorrow was too sore laid on,
Which sixteen winters cannot blow away,
So many summers dry; scarce any joy
Did ever so long live; no sorrow
But kill’d itself much sooner.
Camillo
The Winter’s Tale Act V, Scene iii, Line 55
Once again, we’ve arrived at the end of the play. There are only about one hundred lines left in this, the last scene. Leontes and company have been led by Paulina to see a statue of his long dead wife Hermione. They are all marveling at the statue, and Leontes has just been moaning about how it’s all his fault that that his wife died all those years ago. In Today’s Lines Camillo is telling Leontes that he spent sixteen years being sorry, and that’s too long.
Yes, that’s all that he’s saying. Given that bit of context, Camillo’s lines should be pretty easy to understand.
Yah, yah - easy to understand...never mind about that stuff; what do you think about my haircut?
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