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Clo. Give me thy hand; I will fwear to the Prince, thou art as honeft a true fellow as any is in Bohemia. Shep. You may fay it, but not fwear it.
Clo. Not fwear it, now I am a gentleman? let boors and franklins fay it, I'll fwear it
Shep. How if it be falfe, fon?
Clo. If it be ne'er fo falfe, a true gentleman may fwear it in the behalf of his friend: and I'll fwear to the Prince, thou art a tall fellow of thy hands, and that thou wilt not be drunk; but I know, thou art not tall fellow of thy hands; and that thou wilt be drunk; but I'll fwear it; and, I would, thou would'st. be a tall fellow of thy hands.
Aut. I will prove fo, 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, truft me not. Hark, the Kings and the Princes, our kindred, are going to fee the Queen's picture. Come, follow us: we'll be thy good mafters. [Exeunt.
Changes to Paulina's House.
Enter Leontes, Polixenes, Florizel, Perdita, Camillo,
Paulina, -Lords and attendants.
Grave and good Paulina, the great comfort
Paul. What, fovereign Sir,
I did not well, I meant well; all my services.
You have paid home. But that you have vouchfaf'd, With your crown'd brother, and these your contracted Heirs of your kingdoms, my poor house to visit,
*-franklin, is a freeholder,
or yeoman, a man above a villain, but not a gentleman.
+Tall, in that time, was the word used for fout.
It is a furplus of your Grace, which never
Leo. O Paulina,
We honour you with trouble; but we came
That, which my daughter came to look upon,
Paul. As the liv'd peerless,
So her dead likenefs, I do well believe,
Or hand of man hath done; therefore I keep it
To fee the life as lively mock'd, as ever
Still fleep mock'd death; behold, and fay, 'tis well! [Paulina draws a curtain, and difcovers a ftatue I like your filence, it the more fhews off
Your wonder; but yet fpeak.-Firft you, my Liege, Comes it not fomething near?
Leo. Her natural posture!
Chide me, dear stone, that I may fay, indeed,
Pol. Oh, not by much.
Paul. So much the more our carver's excellence,
therefore I keep it Lovely, afart.] Lovely, i. e. charily, with more than ordinary regard and tenderness. The Oxford Editor reads,
As if it could be apart without
Which lets go by fome fixteen years; and make her, As fhe liv'd now.
Leo. As now he might have done,
So much to my good comfort, as it is
Now piercing to my foul. Oh, thus fhe ftood;
Per. And give me leave,
And do not fay 'tis fuperftition, that
I kneel, and then implore her bleffing.-Lady,
Paul. O, patience ®;
The ftatue is but newly fix'd; the colour's
Cam. My Lord, your forrow was too fore laid an, Which fixteen winters cannot blow away,
So many fummers, dry: fcarce any joy
Did ever fo long live; no forrow,
But kill'd itself much fooner.
Pol. Dear my brother,
Let him, that was the cause of this, have power
Paul. Indeed, my Lord,
If I had thought, the fight of my poor image
I'd not have fhew'd it.
Leo. Do not draw the curtain.
Paul. No longer shall you gaze on't, left your fancy
• O patience.] That is, Stay a while, be not fo eager.
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? fee, my Lord, Would you not deem, it breath'd; and that those
Did verily bear blood?
Pol. Mafterly done!
The very life seems warm upon her lip.
Leo. The fixure of her eye has motion in't, As we were mock'd with art.
Paul. I'll draw the curtain.
My Lord's almoft fo far tranfported, that
Leo. O fweet Paulina,
Make me to think fo twenty years together:
Paul. I'm forry, Sir, I have thus far stirr'd you; but
I could afflict you further.
Leo. Do, Paulina;
For this affliction has a taste as fweet
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 kifs her.
Paul. Good my Lord, forbear; The ruddiness upon her lip is wet;
9 Would I were dead, but that, methinks, already-] The fentence compleated is,
but that, methinks, already I converfe with the dead. But there his paffion made him break off. WARBURTON. The FIXURE of her eye has motion in't.] This is fad
nonfenfe. We should read,
The FISSURE of her eyei. c. the focket the place where the WARBURTON. eye is.
Fixure is right. The meaning is, that her eye, though fixed, as in an earnest gaze, has motion in it. EDWARDS.
You'll marr it, if you kifs it; ftain your own
Per. So long could I Stand by, a looker on.
Paul. Either forbear.
Quit prefently the chapel, or refolve you
Leo. What you can make her do,
Paul. It is requir'd,
You do awake your faith: then, all stand still:
No foot fhall stir.
Paul. Mufick; awake her: ftrike. 'Tis time, defcend; 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 numbnefs; for from him Dear life redeems you. You perceive, she stirs; [Hermione comes down. Start not; her actions fhall be holy, as You hear my fpell is lawful; do not fhun her, Until you fee her die again, for then
You kill her double. Nay, prefent your hand;
When he was young, you woo'd her; now in age,
Leo. Oh, fhe's warm;
If this be magick, let it be an art
Lawful as eating.