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. -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. SCENE III. The same. A Room in Paulina's House. Enter LEONTES, POLIXENES, FLORIZEL, PERDITA, CAMILLO, PAULINA, Lords, and Attendants. Leon. 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'd brother, and these your contracted Heirs of your kingdoms, my poor house to visit, Leon. 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 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. [Undraws a Curtain, and discovers a Statue. I like your silence, it the more shows off Your wonder: But yet speak;-first, you, my liege, Comes it not something near? Leon. Pol. lence; Which lets go by some sixteen years, and makes As she liv'd now. [her Leon. Now piercing to my soul. O, thus she stood, Per. And give me leave; And do not say, 'tis superstition, that I kneel, and then implore her blessing.-Lady, Dear queen, that ended when I but began, Give me that hand of yours, to kiss. O, patience; Paul. Cam. My lord, your sorrow was too sore laid on; Which sixteen winters cannot blow away, 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. 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 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. Masterly done: The very life seems warm upon her lip. Leon. The fixture of her eye has motion in't, As we are mock'd with art. Paul. I'll draw the curtain; My lord's almost so far transported, that Leon. I could afflict you further. Leon. As any cordial comfort.-Still, methinks, Paul. Good my lord, forbear: The ruddiness upon her lip is wet; Per. So long could I Either forbear, Stand by, a looker on. 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; Or those, that think it is unlawful business I am about, let them depart. Leon. No foot shall stir. Pol. Proceed; Musick; awake her: strike. [Musick. 'Tis time; descend; be stone no more: approach, Strike all that look upon with marvel. Come: You kill her double: Nay, present your hand: Leon. O, she's warm! [Embracing her. If this be magick, let it be an art Pol. She embraces him. Cam. She hangs about his neck; Pol. Ay, and make't manifest where she has liv'd, Or, how stol'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 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. [Presenting PERDITA who kneels to HERM. You gods, look down, Her. 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. Leon. Thou should'st a husband take by my consent, O peace, Paulina; 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 by the 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 |