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Kill'd!

Leon.
I think so.
She I kill'd? I did so; but thou strik'st me
Sorely, to say I did: it is as bitter

Upon thy tongue, as in my thought. Now, good now,
Say so but seldom.

Cleo.

Not at all, good lady:

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Would have him wed again.

Dion. If you would not so, You pity not the state, nor the remembrance Of his most sovereign name; consider little, What dangers, by his highness' fail of issue, May drop upon his kingdom, and devour Incertain lookers-on. What were more holy, Than to rejoice the former queen is well? What holier than, for royalty's repair, For present comfort, and for future good, To bless the bed of majesty again With a sweet fellow to't?

Paul. There is none worthy, Respecting her that's gone. Besides, the gods Will have fulfill'd their secret purposes; For has not the divine Apollo said, Is't not the tenour of his oracle,

That king Leontes shall not have an heir,

Till his lost child be found? which, that it shall,
Is all as monstrous to our human reason,
As my Antigonus to break his grave,
And come again to me; who, on my life,
Did perish with the infant. 'Tis your counsel,
My lord should to the heavens be contrary,
Oppose against their wills.-Care not for issue;
The crown will find an heir: Great Alexander
Left his to the worthiest, so his successor
Was like to be the best.

Leon.

Good Paulina,Who hast the memory of Hermione,

I know, in honour,-O, that ever I

Had squar'd me to thy counsel!-then, even now, I might have look'd upon my queen's full eyes, Have taken treasure from her lips,

Paul.

And left them

More rich, for what they yielded.
Leon.
Thou speak'st truth.
No more such wives; therefore, no wife: one worse,
And better us'd, would make her sainted spirit
Again possess her corpse; and, on this stage,
(Where we offenders now appear) soul-vex'd,
Begin, "And why to me?"
Paul.

She had just cause. Leon.

Had she such power,

She had; and would incense me

To murder her I married. Paul.

I should so:

Were I the ghost that walk'd, I'd bid you mark
Her eye, and tell me for what dull part in't

You chose her? then I'd shriek, that even your ears
Should rift to hear me, and the words that follow'd
Should be, "Remember mine."

Leon.

Stars, stars!

And all eyes else dead coals.-Fear thou no wife; I'll have no wife, Paulina.

Paul.

Will you swear

Never to marry, but by my free leave?
Leon. Never, Paulina; so be bless'd my spirit!
Paul. Then, good my lords, bear witness to his oath.
Cleo. You tempt him over-much.
Paul.
Unless another,

As like Hermione as is her picture,
Affront his eye.
Cleo.
Good madam, I have done.
Paul. Yet, if my lord will marry,-if you will, sir,
No remedy, but you will-give me the office
To choose you a queen. She shall not be so young
As was your former; but she shall be such
As, walk'd your first queen's ghost, it should take joy
To see her in your arms.

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Go, Cleomenes; Yourself, assisted with your honour'd friends, Bring them to our embracement.-Still 'tis strange, [Exeunt CLEOMENES, Lords, and Gentleman. He thus should steal upon us.

Had our Prince

Paul.
(Jewel of children) seen this hour, he had pair'd
Well with this lord: there was not full a month
Between their births.

Leon. Pr'ythee, no more: cease! thou know'st,
He dies to me again, when talk'd of: sure,
When I shall see this gentleman, thy speeches
Will bring me to consider that, which may
Unfurnish me of reason.-They are come.-
Re-enter CLEOMENES, with FLORIzel, Perdita, and
Others.

Your mother was most true to wedlock, prince,
For she did print your royal father off,
Conceiving you. Were I but twenty-one,
Your father's image is so hit in you,
His very air, that I should call you brother,
As I did him; and speak of something, wildly
By us perform'd before. Most dearly welcome!
And your fair princess, goddess!-O, alas!
I lost a couple, that 'twixt heaven and earth
Might thus have stood, begetting wonder as,
You, gracious couple, do. And then I lost
(All mine own folly) the society,
Amity too, of your brave father; whom,
Though bearing misery, I desire my life
Once more to look on him.

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Most noble sir, That which I shall report will bear no credit, Were not the proof so nigh. Please you, great sir, Bohemia greets you from himself by me;

Flo.
By his command
Have I here touch'd Sicilia; and from him
Give you all greetings, that a king, as friend,
Can send his brother; and, but infirmity
(Which waits upon worn times) hath something seiz'd
His wish'd ability, he had himself

The lands and waters 'twixt your throne and his
Measur'd to look upon you, whom he loves

(He bade me say so) more than all the sceptres,
And those that bear them, living.

Leon.

O, my brother!

Good gentleman, the wrongs I have done thee stir
Afresh within me; and these thy offices,
So rarely kind, are as interpreters

Of my behind-hand slackness.-Welcome hither,
As is the spring to th' earth. And hath he, too,
Expos'd this paragon to the fearful usage
(At least ungentle) of the dreadful Neptune,
To greet a man not worth her pains, much less
Th' adventure of her person?

Flo.

She came from Libya.

Leon.

Good, my lord,

Desires you to attach his son, who has
(His dignity and duty both cast off)

Fled from his father, from his hopes, and with
A shepherd's daughter.

Leon.
Where's Bohemia? speak.
Lord. Here in your city; I now came from him:
I speak amazedly, and it becomes

My marvel, and my message. To your court
Whiles he was hastening (in the chase, it seems,
Of this fair couple) meets he on the way
The father of this seeming lady, and
Her brother, having both their country quitted
With this young prince.
Camillo has betray'd me,

Flo.

Whose honour, and whose honesty, till now, Endur'd all weathers.

Where the warlike Smalus, That noble, honour'd lord, is fear'd, and lov'd? Flo. Most royal sir, from thence; from him, whose daughter

His tears proclaim'd his, parting with her: thence (A prosperous south-wind friendly) we have cross'd, To execute the charge my father gave me,

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Leon. That once, I see, by your good father's speed, Will come on very slowly. I am sorry,

Most sorry, you have broken from his liking,
Where you were tied in duty; and as sorry,
Your choice is not so rich in worth as beauty,
That you might well enjoy her.

Flo.

Dear, look up: Though fortune, visible an enemy, Should chase us with my father, power no jot Hath she to change our loves.-Beseech you, sir, Remember since you ow'd no more to time Than I do now; with thought of such affections,

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distraction, that they were to be known by garment, not by favour. Our king, being ready to leap out of

Step forth mine advocate: at your request,
My father will grant precious things as trifles.
Leon. Would he do so, I'd beg your precious mis- himself for joy of his found daughter, as if that joy

tress,

Which he counts but a trifle.

Paul.

Sir, my liege,

Your eye hath too much youth in't: not a month
'Fore your queen died, she was more worth such gazes
Than what you look on now.
Leon.
I thought of her,
Even in these looks I made.-But your petition
[TO FLORIZEL.

Is yet unanswer'd. I will to your father:
Your honour not o'erthrown by your desires,
I am a friend to them, and you; upon which errand
I now go toward him. Therefore, follow me,
And mark what way I make. Come, good my lord.
[Exeunt.
Before the Palace.

SCENE II.-The Same.

Enter AUTOLYCUS and a Gentleman. Aut. Beseech you, sir, were you present at this relation?

1 Gent. I was by at the opening of the fardel, heard the old shepherd deliver the manner how he found it: whereupon, after a little amazedness, we were all commanded out of the chamber; only this, methought I heard the shepherd say, he found the child.

Aut. I would most gladly know the issue of it.
1 Gent. I make a broken delivery of the business;
but the changes I perceived in the king, and Camillo,
were very notes of admiration: they seemed almost,
with staring on one another, to tear the cases of their
eyes; there was speech in their dumbness, language
in their very gesture; they looked, as they had heard
of a world ransomed, or one destroyed. A notable
passion of wonder appeared in them; but the wisest
beholder, that knew no more but seeing, could not say,
if the importance were joy, or sorrow, but in the ex-
tremity 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 ful-
filled;
the king's daughter is found: such a deal of
wonder is broken out within this hour, that ballad-
makers cannot be able to express it.

Enter a third Gentleman.

Here comes the lady Paulina's steward: he can deliver you more. How goes it now, sir? This news, which is called true, is so like an old tale, that the verity of it is in strong suspicion. Has the king found his heir? 3 Gent. Most true, if ever truth were pregnant by circumstance: that which you hear you'll swear you see, there is such 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 majesty of the creature, in resemblance of the mother;-the affection of nobleness, which nature shows above her breeding, and many other evidences, proclaim her with all certainty to be the king's daughter. Did you see the meeting of the two kings?

2 Gent. No.

3 Gent. Then you have lost a sight, which was to be seen, cannot be spoken of. There might you have beheld one joy crown another; so, and in such manner, that, it seemed, sorrow wept to take leave of them, for their joy waded in tears. eyes, holding up of hands, with countenance of such There was casting up of

were now become a loss, cries, "O, thy mother, thy mother!" then asks Bohemia forgiveness; then embraces his son-in-law; then again worries he his shepherd, which stands by, like a weather-beaten daughter with clipping her: now he thanks the old conduit of many kings' reigns. I never heard of such another encounter, which lames report to follow it, and undoes description to show it.

2 Gent. What, pray you, became of Antigonus, that carried hence the child?

3 Gent. Like an old tale still, which will have matter to rehearse, though credit be asleep, and not an ear open. He was torn to pieces with a bear: this avouches the shepherd's son, who has not only his innocence (which seems much) to justify him, but a handkerchief, and rings of his that Paulina knows.

1 Gent. What became of his bark, and his followers? death, and in the view of the shepherd: so that all the 3 Gent. Wrecked, the same instant of their master's then lost, when it was found. But, O! the noble cominstruments, which aided to expose the child, were even bat, that 'twixt joy and sorrow was fought in Paulina! She had one eye declined for the loss of her husband, another elevated that the oracle was fulfilled: she lifted the princess from the earth, and so locks her in she might no more be in danger of losing her. embracing, as if she would pin her to her heart, that

ence of kings and princes, for by such was it acted.
1 Gent. The dignity of this act was worth the audi-
which angled for mine eyes (caught the water, though
3 Gent. One of the prettiest touches of all, and that
not the fish) was, when at the relation of the queen's
death, (with the manner how she came to't, heavily
confessed, and lamented by the king) how attentive-
ness wounded his daughter; till, from one sign of
dolour to another, she did, with an alas! I would fain
say, bleed tears, for, I am sure, my heart wept blood.
swooned, all sorrowed: if all the world could have
Who was most marble there changed colour; some
seen it, the woe had been universal.

1 Gent. Are they returned to the court?

statue, which is in the keeping of Paulina,-a piece
3 Gent. No: the princess hearing of her mother's
many years in doing, and now newly performed by that
eternity and could put breath into his work, would
rare Italian master, Julio Romano; who, had he himself
beguile nature of her custom, so perfectly he is her
ape: he so near to Hermione hath done Hermione,
that, they say, one would speak to her, and stand in
hope of answer.
tion, are they gone, and there they intend to sup.
Thither with all greediness of affec-
in hand, for she hath privately, twice or thrice a day,
2 Gent. I thought, she had some great matter there
ever since the death of Hermione, visited that removed
house. Shall we thither, and with our company piece
the rejoicing?

of access? every wink of an eye, some new grace will
1 Gent. Who would be thence, that has the benefit
be born: our absence makes us unthrifty to our know-
ledge. Let's along.
[Exeunt Gentlemen.

me, would preferment drop on my head. I brought
Aut. Now, had I not the dash of my former life in
the old man and his son aboard the prince; told him
I heard them talk of a fardel, and I know not what;
but he at that time, over-fond of the shepherd's daugh-
sea-sick, and himself little better, extremity of weather
ter, (so he then took her to be) who began to be much

continuing, this mystery remained undiscovered. But 'tis all one to me; for had I been the finder out of this secret, it would not have relished among my other discredits.

Enter Shepherd and Clown, in new apparel. Here come those I have done good to against my will, and already appearing in the blossoms of their fortune.

Shep. Come, boy; I am past more children; but thy sons 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: see you these clothes? say, you see them not, and think me still no gentleman born: you were best say, these robes are not gentlemen born. Give me the lie, do, and try whether I am not now a gentleman born. Aut. I know, you are now, sir, a gentleman born. Clo. Ay, and have been so any time these four hours. Shep. And so have I, boy.

Clo. So you have;-but I was a gentleman born before my father, for the king's son took me by the hand, and called me, brother; and then the two kings called my father, brother; and then the prince, my brother, and the princess, my sister, called my father, father; and so we wept; and there was the first gentleman-like tears 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 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 master. Shep. Pr'ythee, son, 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 Bohemia. 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, son?

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 darest venture to be drunk, not being a tall fellow, trust me not.-[Trumpets.] 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.

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So her dead likeness, I do well believe,
Excels whatever yet you look'd upon,
Or hand of man hath done; therefore I keep it
Lonely, 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 undraws a curtain, and discovers a statue.
Music playing.-A pause.

Leon.

I like your silence: it the more shows off
Your wonder; but yet speak :-first you, my liege.
Comes it not something near?
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 much wrinkled; nothing
So aged, as this seems.
Pol.
O! not by much.
Paul. So much the more our carver's excellence;
Which lets go by some sixteen years, and makes her
As she liv'd now.
Leon.

As now she might have done,
So much to my good comfort, as it is
Now piercing to my soul. O! 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: does not the stone rebuke me,
For being more stone than it?-O, royal piece!
There's magic in thy majesty, which has
My evils conjur'd to remembrance; and
From thy admiring daughter took the spirits,
Standing like stone with thee.

Per.

And give me leave, And do not say 'tis superstition, that [Kneeling. I kneel, and thus implore her blessing.-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 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. 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 sight of my poor image
Would thus have wrought you, (for the stone is mine)
I'd not have show'd it.
Leon.

[Offers to draw. Do not draw the curtain. Paul. No longer shall you gaze on't, lest your fancy May think anon it moves.

Leon. Let be, let be! Would I were dead, but that, methinks, already I am but dead, stone looking upon stone.What was he that did make it?-See, my lord, Would you not deem it breath'd, and that those veins

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

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That she is living,

Were it but told you, should be hooted at

Paul. I am sorry, sir, I have thus far stirr'd you; but Like an old tale; but it appears she lives,

I could afflict you farther.

Leon.

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 chisel
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:

[She stays him.

You'll mar it, if you kiss it; stain your own
With oily painting. Shall I draw the curtain?
Leon. No, not these twenty years.
Per.

Stand by, a looker on. Paul.

So long could I

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 assisted
By wicked powers.

Leon.

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. On, those that think it is unlawful business

I am about; let them depart.

Leon.

No foot shall stir.

Proceed:

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Though yet she 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. [PERDITA kneels to HERMIONE.
Her.
You gods, look down,

And from your sacred vials pour your graces
Upon my daughter's head!-Tell me, mine own,
Where hast thou been preserv'd? where liv'd? how found
Thy father's court? for thou shalt hear, that I,
Knowing by Paulina that the oracle
Gave hope thou wast in being, have preserv'd
Myself to see the issue.
Paul.
There's time enough for that,
Lest they desire upon this push to trouble
Your joys with like relation.-Go together,
You precious winners all: your exultation
Partake to every one.
I, an old turtle,
Will wing me to some wither'd bough, and there
My mate, that's never to be found again,
Lament till I am lost.

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Thou should'st a husband take by my consent,
As I by thine, a wife: this is a match,

And made between's by vows. Thou hast found mine;
But how is to be question'd, for I saw her,

As I thought, dead; and have in vain said many

A prayer upon her grave: I'll not seek far
(For him, I partly know his mind) to find thee
An honourable husband.-Come, Camillo,

And take her hand, whose worth, and honesty,
Is richly noted, and here justified

By us, a pair of kings.-Let's from this place.—
What!-Look upon my brother:-both your pardons,
That e'er I put between your holy looks

My ill-suspicion.-This your son-in-law,
And son unto the king, (whom heavens directing)
Lead us from hence, where we may leisurely
Is troth-plight to your daughter.-Good Paulina,
Each one demand, and answer to his part
Perform'd in this wide gap of time, since first
We were dissever'd.
Hastily lead away.
[Exeunt.

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