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Shep. And so have I, boy.

Clo. So you have : but I was a gentleman born before iny father; for the King's son took me by the hand, and callid me brother; and then the two Kings callid my father brother; and then the Prince my brother, and the Princess my lifter, call’d my father, father, and so we wept ;

" and there was the first gentleman-like tears so that ever we shed.

Shep. We may live, son, to shed many more.

Clo. Ay, or else 'twere hard luck, being in so preposterous estate as we are.

Aut. I humbly befeech you, Sir, to pardon me all the faults I have committed to your Worship, and to give me your good report to the Prince, my master.

Shep. Pr’ythee, fon, do; for we must be gentle, now we are gentlemen.

Clo. Thou wilt amend thy life?
Aut, Ay, an it like your good Worship.

Clo. Give me thy hand; I will swear to the Prince; thou art as honest a true fellow as any is in Bithynia.

Shep. You may say it, but not swear it.

Clo. Not swear it, now I am a gentleman ? let boors and franklins say it, I'll swear it.

Shep. How if it be false, fon?

Clo. If it be ne'er so false, a true gentleman may swear it in the behalf of his friend : and I'll swear to the Prince, thou art a tall fellow of thy hands, and that thou wilt not be drunk; but I know, thou art no tall fellow of thy hands, and that thou wilt be drunk ; but I'll swear it; and I would thou would'st be a tall fellow of thy hands.

Aut. I will prove so, Sir, to my power.

Clo. Ay, by any means prove a tall fellow; if I do not wonder how thou dar'ft venture to be drunk, not being a tall fellow, trust me not. Hark, the Kings and the Princes, our kindred, are going to see the Queen's picture. Come, follow us : we'll be thy good masters.

[Exeunt.

S CE N E VII. Changes to Paulina's house. Enter Leontes, Polixenes, Florizel, Perdita, Camillo,

Paulina, Lords and Attendants.
Leo, O grave and good Paulina, the great comfort
That I have had of thee!

Paul. What, sovereign Sir,
I did not well, I meant well; all my

services You have paid home. But that you have vouchsaf’d, With your crown's brother, and these

your contracted Heirs of your kingdoms, my poor house to visit; It is a surplus of your grace, which never My life may last to answer.

Leo. O Paulina, We honour you with trouble; but we came To see the statue of our Queen. Your gallery Have we pass’d through, not without much content, In many singularities; but we saw not That which my daughter came to look upon, The statue of her mother.

Paul. As she liv'd peerless, So her dead likeness, I do well believe, Excels whatever yet you Or hand of man hath done; therefore I keep it Lovely apart. But here it is ; prepare To see the life as lively mock’d, as ever Still sleep mock'd death ; behold, and say, 'tis well.

[Paulina draws a curtain, and discover's

Hermione standing like a ftatue.
I like your silence, it the more shews off
Your wonder; but yet speak, first you, my Liege,
Comes it not something near ?

Leo. Her natural posture !
Chide me, dear stone, that I may say, indeed,
Thou art Hermione ; or rather, thou art she,
In thy not chiding; for she was as tender
As infancy and grace. But yet, Paulina,
'Hermione was not so inuch wrinkled, nothing
So aged as this seems.

Pol. Oh, not by much.
Paul. So much the more our carver's excellence

look'd upon,

Which lets go by some fixteen years; and makes her
As she liv'd now.

Leo. As now she might have done,
So much to my good comfort, as it is
Now piercing to my soul. Oh thus she stood;
Even with such life of Majesty, (warm life,
As now it coldly stands), when first I woo'd her,
I am asham’d; do's not the stone rebuke me,
For being more stone than it ? Oh, royal piece!
There's magic in thy Majesty, which has
My evils conjur’d to remembrance ; and
From my admiring daughter took the fpirits,
Standing like stone with thee.

Per. And give me leave,
And do not say 'tis fuperftition, that
I kneel, and then implore her blefling Lady,
Dear Queen, that ended when I but began,
Give me that hand of yours to kiss.

Paul. O, patience ;
The statue is but newly fix'd; the colour's
Not dry.

Cam. My Lord, your forrow was too fore laid on,
Which sixteen winters cannot blow away,
So many summers dry : scarce any joy
Did ever so long live; no forrow,
But kill'd itself much sooner.

Pol. Dear my brother,
Let him that was the cause of this, have power
To take off so much grief from you, as he
Will piece up in himself.

Paul. Indeed, my Lord,
If I had thought the fight of my poor image
Would thus have wrought you, (for the stone is mine),
I'd not have shew'd it,

Leo. Do not draw the curtain.

Paul. No longer shall you gaze on't, left your fancy May think anon it move.

Leo. Let be, let be;
Would I were dead, but that, methinks, already-
What was he that did make it ? see, my

Lord, Would you not deem it breath’d, and that those veins Did verily bear blood ?

!

Pol. Mafterly done!
The very life seems warm upon her lip.

Leo. The fissure of her eye has motion in 't,
As we were mock'd with art.

Paul. I'll draw the curtain.
My Lord's almost so far transported, that
He'll think anon it lives.

Leo. O sweet Paulina,
Make me to think so twenty years together :
No settled senses of the world can match
The pleasure of that madness. Let't alone.

Paul. I'm sorry, Sir, I have thus far ftirr'd you; but
I could afflict you further.

Leo. Do, Paulina;
For this affliction has a taste as sweet
As any cordial comfort. Still methinks
There is an air comes from her. What fine chizzel
Could ever yet cut breath! Let no man mock me,
For I will kiss her.

Paul. Good my Lord, forbear;
The ruddiness upon her lip is wet;
You 'll mar it, if you kiss it; ftain your own
With oily painting. Shall I draw the curtain ?

Leo. No, not these twenty years.

Per. So long could I
Stand by a looker-on.

Paul. Either forbear,
Quit presently the chapel, or resolve you
For more amazement : if you can behold it,
I'll make the statue move indeed ; descend,
And take you by the hand. But then you'll think,
Which I protest against, I am aslifted
By wicked powers.

Leo. What you can make her do,
I am content to look on; what to speak,
I am content to hear : for 'tis as easy
To make her speak as move.

Paul. It is requir'd,
You do awake your faith ; then, all stand still :
And those that think it is unlawful business
I am about, let them depart.

Leo. Proceed;
Vol. III.

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No foot shall ftir.
Paul. Music; awake her : strike;

[Music.
"Tis time, descend; be stone no more; approach,
Strike all that look upon with marvel. Come,
I'll fill your grave up: ftir ; nay, come away :
Bequeath to death your numbness; for from him
Dear life redeems you. You perceive she itirs;

[Hermione comes down.
Start not; her actions shall be holy, as,
You hear, my spell is lawful: do not fhun her,
Until

you see her die again, for then
You kill her double. Nay, present your hand:
When she was young, you woo'd her; now in age,
Is she become the suitor.
Leo. Oh, she's warm !

[Embracing her.
If this be magic, let it be an art
Lawful as eating.

Pol. She embraces him.

Cam. She hangs about his neck;
If she pertain to life, let her speak too.

· Pol. Ay, and make it manifest where she has liv'd, Or how ftol'n from the dead.

Paul. That she is living,
Were it but told you, should be hooted at
Like an old tale; but it appears she lives,
Though yet the speak not. Mark a little while.
Please you to interpose, fair Madam, kneel,
And pray your mother's blessing: turn, good Lady;
Our Perdita is found.

[Presenting Perdita, who kneels to Herm.
Her. You gods, look down,
And from your sacred vials pour your graces
Upon my daughter's head : tell me, mine own,
Where haft thou been preserv'd? where liv’d? how
Thy father's court? for thou shalt hear, that I, [found
Knowing by Paulina that the oracle
Gave hope thou wait in being, have preferv'd
Myself to see the issue.

Paul. There's time enough for that;
Lest they defire, upon this puih, to trouble
Your joys with like relation. Go together,
You precious winners all, your exultation

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