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prince, my brother-and the princess, my sistercalled my father, father; and so we wept :-and there was the first gentlemanlike tears that ever we shed. Shep. We may live, son, to shed many more.
Clown. 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.
Clown. Thou wilt amend thy life?
Aut. Ay, an it like your good worship.
Clown. Give me thy hand:-Hast nothing in it? Am I not a courtier?—I must be gently considered : -Seest thou not the air of the court in these enfoldings?-Hath not my gait in it the measure of the
Aut. Here is what gold I have, sir.
Clown. Well, 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.
Clown. 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?
Clown. 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.
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.
Aut. O, sweet sir!-I have brib'd him with his ❤wn money! [Exeunt.
Enter POLIXEN ES, CAMILLO, PAULINA, LEONTES, PERDITA, FLORIZEL, ARCHIDAMUS, EMILIA, PHOCION, HERO, CLEOMENES, LAMIA, DION, and THASIUS.
Paul. What, sovereign sir,
I did not well, I meant well: All my services
Heirs of your kingdoms, my poor house to visit,
Leon. 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
Paul. As she liv'd peerless,
So her dead likeness, I do well believe,
Excels whatever yet you
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.
your silence; it the more shows off
Your wonder: But yet speak; first, you, my liege :Comes it not something near?
Leon. Her natural posture!
Chide me, dear stone; that I may say, indeed,
O, thus she stood,
Even with such life of majesty,
O, royal piece,
There's magic in thy majesty; which has
Per. And give me leave;
And do not say, 'tis superstition, that
Leon. O, masterpiece of art! nature's deceiv'd
My penitence is all afloat again.
Pol. Dear my brother,
Let him, that was the cause of this, have power
Paul. Indeed, my lord,
If I had thought, the sight of my poor image
I'd not have show'd it.
Leon. Do not draw the curtain.
Paul. No longer shall you gaze on't; lest your
May think anon, it moves.
Leon. 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
Did verily bear blood?
Paul. I'll draw the curtain;
My lord's almost so far transported, that
Leon. Make me to think so twenty years toge
No settled senses of the world can match
The pleasure of that madness.-Let't alone.
Paul. I am sorry, sir, I have thus far stirr'd you; but
I could afflict you further.
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;
Shall I draw the curtain ?
Leon. No, not these twenty years.
Stand by, a looker-on.
Paul. Either forbear,—
Quit presently the chapel, or resolve you
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
You do awake your faith: Then, all stand still;
No foot shall stir.
Paul. Music,-awake her, strike.—
"Tis time; descend; be stone no more: approach; Strike all that look upon with marvel.-Come.— [Music.-HERMIONE turns towards LEONTES.
Leon. Heavenly powers!
[Music.-HERMIONE descends from the Pe
Paul. Start not; her actions shall be holy, as, You hear, my spell is lawful:
Nay, present your hand.
Leon. Support me, Heaven!—
If this be more than visionary bliss,
My reason cannot hold.-My queen? my wife?— But speak to me, and turn me wild with transport.
I cannot hold me longer from those arms.
She is warm, she lives!
Per. O Florizel!
Leon. Her beating heart meets mine, and fluttering
Its long-lost half: these tears, that choke her voice, Are hot and moist,—it is Hermione!
Pol. O, make it manifest where she has liv'd,
Or, how stolen from the dead.
Paul. Mark a little while,
Please you to interpose, fair madam; kneel,
And pray your mother's blessing.-Turn, good lady;