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but the changes I perceived in the King, and Camillo, were very notes of admiration; they feem'd almoft, with ftaring on one another, to tear the cafes of their eyes. There was fpeech in their dumbnefs, language in their very gesture; they look'd, as they had heard of a world ranfom'd, or one deftroyed; a notable paffion of wonder appear'd in them; but the wisest beholder, that knew no more but feeing, could not say if th' importance were joy or forrow; but in the extremity of the one, it must needs be.
Enter another Gentleman.
Here comes a gentleman, that, haply, knows more: the news, Rogero?
2 Gent. Nothing but bonfires. The oracle is fulfill'd; the King's daughter is found; fuch a deal of wonder is broken out within this hour, that balladmakers cannot be able to express it.
Enter another Gentleman.
Here comes the lady Paulina's Steward, he can deliver you more. How goes it now, Sir? this news, which is call'd true, is fo like an old tale, that the verity of it is in strong suspicion; has the King found his heir?
3 Gent. Moft true, if ever truth were pregnant by circumftance: That which you hear, you'll fwear you fee, there is fuch unity in the proofs. The mantle of Queen Hermione, her jewel about the neck of it, the letters of Antigonus found with it, which they know to be his character, the majefty of the creature, in resemblance of the mother, the affection of nobleness, which nature fhews above her breeding,and many other evidencs proclaim her with all certainty to be the King's daughter. Did you fee the meeting of the two Kings?
2 Gent. No.
3 Gent. Then have you loft a fight, which was to be feen, cannot be spoken of. There might you have beheld one joy crown another, fo and in fuch manner, that it seem'd, forrow wept to take leave of them, for their joy waded in tears. There was cafting up of eyes, holding up of hands, with countenance of fuch distraction, that they were to be known by garment, not by favour. Our King being ready to leap out of himfelf, for joy of his found daughter; as if that joy were now become a lofs, cries, oh, thy mother, thy mother! then asks Bohemia forgiveness; then embraces his fon-in-law; then again worries he his daughter, with clipping her. Now he thanks the old fhepherd, who stands by, like a weather-beaten conduit of many Kings' reigns. I never heard of fuch another encounter, which lames report to follow it, and undoes defcription to do it.
2 Gent. What, pray you, became of Antigonus, that carry'd hence the child?
Gent. Like an old tale ftill, which will have matters to rehearse, tho' credit be afleep, and not an ear open; he was torn to pieces with a bear; this avouches the fhepherd's fon, who has not only his innocence, which feems much to juftify him, but a handkerchief and rings of his, that Paulina knows.
I Gent. What became of his bark, and his followers?
3 Gent. Wreckt the fame inftant of their master's death, and in the view of the fhepherd; fo that all the inftruments, which aided to expofe the child, were even then loft, when it was found. But, oh, the noble combat, that 'twixt joy and forrow was fought in Paulina! She had one eye declin'd for the loss of her husband, another elevated that the Oracle was fulfilled. She lifted the Princefs from the earth, and fo locks her in embracing, as if he would pin her to her heart, that fhe might no more be in danger of lofing. 1 Gent.
1 Gent. The dignity of this act was worth the audience of Kings and Princes; for by fuch was it acted.
3 Gent. One of the prettieft touches of all, and that which angled for mine eyes, (caught the water, tho' not the fish) was, when at the relation of the Queen's death, 'with the manner how fhe came to it, bravely confefs'd, and lamented by the King, how attentivenefs wounded his daughter; 'till, from one fign of dolour to another, fhe did, with an alas! I would fain fay, bleed tears; for, I am fure, my heart wept blood. Who was most marble, there changed colour; fome fwooned, all forrowed; if all the world 'could have feen't, the woe had been univerfal.
1 Gent. Are they returned to the court?
3 Gent. No. The Princess hearing of her mother's ftatue, which is in the keeping of Paulina, a piece many years in doing, and now newly performed by that rare Italian mafter, Giulio Romano; who, had he
That rare Italian Mafter, Giulio Romano ;] All the Encomiums, put together, that have been conferred on this cxcellent Artift in Painting and Architecture, do not amount to the fine Praise here given him by our Author. He was born in the Year 1492, liv'd just that, Circle of Years which our ShakeSpeare did, and died eighteen Years before the latter was born. Fine and generous, therefore, as this Tribute of Praife must be own'd, yet it was a strange Abfurdity, fure, to thrust it into a Tale, the Action of which is fuppofed within the Period of Heathenifm, and whilft the Oracles of Apolle were confulted. This, however, was a known and wilful Anachronifm; which might have flept in Obfcurity, perhaps, Mr. Pope 4
will say, had I not animadverted on it. THEOBALD.
That rare Italian mafter, Julio Romano, &c.] Mr. Theobald fays, All the encomiums put together, that have been conferred on this excellent artist in painting and architecture, do not amount to the fine praise here given him by our Author. But he is ever the unluckiest of all criticks when he paffes judgment on beauties and defects. The paffage happens to be quite unworthy Shakespeare. 1. He makes his fpeaker fay, that was Julio Romano the God of Nature, he would outdo Nature. For this is the plain meaning of the words, had he himself eternity, and could put breath into his work, he would beguile Na. ture of her custom. 2dly, He makes of this famous Painter, a
341 himself eternity, and could put breath into his work, would beguile nature of her cuftom, fo perfectly he is her ape: He fo near to Hermione hath done Hermione, that they fay, one would speak to her, and ftand in hope of anfwer. Thither with all greedinefs of affection are they gone, and there they intend to fup.
2 Gent. I thought, fhe had fome great matter there in hand, for the hath privately twice or thrice a-day, ever fince the death of Hermione, vifited that removed houfe. Shall we thither, and with our company piece the rejoycing?
1 Gent. + Who would be thence, that has the benefit of accefs? every wink of an eye, fome new grace will be born: our abfence makes us unthrifty to our knowledge. Let's along.
[Exeunt. Aut. Now had I not the dafh of my former life in me, would preferment drop on my head. I brought the old man and his fon aboard the Prince; told him, I heard them talk of a farthel, and I know not what; but he at that time, over-fond of the fhepherd's daughter, (fo he then took her to be) who began to be much fea-fick, and himself little better, extremity of wea
Statuary; I fuppofe confounding him with Michael Angelo; but, what is worst of all, a painter of ftatues, like Mrs. Salmon of her wax-work. WARBURTON.
Poor Theobald's encomium of this paffage is not very happily conceived or expreffed, nor is the paffage of any eminent excellence; yet a little candour will clear Shakespeare from part of the impropriety imputed to him. By Eternity he means only Immortality, or that part of Eternity which is to come; fó we talk of eternal renown and eternal infamy. Immortality may fubfift without Divinity, and therefore the meaning only is,
ther continuing, this mystery remained undiscovered. But 'tis all one to me; for had I been the finder out of this fecret, it would not have relifh'd among my other difcredits,
Enter Shepherd and Clown.
Here come those I have done good to against my will, and already appearing in the bloffoms of their fortune. Shep. Come, boy, I am past more children; but thy fons and daughters will be all gentlemen born.
Clo. You are well met, Sir; you denied to fight with me this other day, because I was no gentleman born: fee you these cloaths? fay, you fee them not, and think me ftill no gentleman born. You were beft fay, these robes are not gentlemen born. Give me the lye; do, and try whether I am not now a gentleman born.
Aut. I know you are now, Sir, a gentleman born.
Clo. So you have; but I was a gentleman born before my father; for the King's fon took me by the hand, and call'd me brother; and then the two Kings call'd my father brother; and then the Prince my brother, and the Princess my fifter, call'd my father, father, and fo we wept; and there was the firft gentleman-like tears that ever we fhed.
Shep. We may live, fon, to fhed many more.
Clo. Ay, or elfe 'twere hard luck, being in fo prepofterous eftate as we are.
Aut. I humbly beseech 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 mafter. 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.