Act 3, Scene 2 | The Winter's Tale | Royal Shakespeare Company 

Agree!!!

Same🤩🤩🥺 Although this comment was 7yrs ago 😭

you are doing gods work

Ty!!

Sir, spare your threats: The bug which you would fright me with I seek. To me can life be no commodity: The crown and comfort of my life, your favour, I do give lost; for I do feel it gone, But know not how it went. My second joy And first-fruits of my body, from his presence I am barr'd, like one infectious. My third comfort Starr'd most unluckily, is from my breast, The innocent milk in its most innocent mouth, Haled out to murder: myself on every post Proclaimed a strumpet: with immodest hatred The child-bed privilege denied, which 'longs To women of all fashion; lastly, hurried Here to this place, i' the open air, before I have got strength of limit. Now, my liege, Tell me what blessings I have here alive, That I should fear to die? Therefore proceed. But yet hear this: mistake me not; no life, I prize it not a straw, but for mine honour, Which I would free, if I shall be condemn'd Upon surmises, all proofs sleeping else But what your jealousies awake, I tell you "Tis rigor and not law. Your honours all, 1 do refer me to the oracle: Apollo be my judge!

me too!

sameee

If it's not uploaded then it's unlikely we have it. At this point we would generally only film a scene.