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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 vouchsafed, With your crowned brother, and these your contracted Heirs of your kingdoms, my poor house to visit, Is a surplus of your grace, which never
My life may last to answer.
We honor you with trouble. But we came
Have we passed through, not without much content
That which my daughter came to look upon,
Or hand of man hath done; therefore I keep it
Still sleep mocked death. Behold; and say, tis well.
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. VOL. II.-10
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 lived 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 wooed her! I am ashamed. 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 conjured 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
I kneel, and then implore her blessing.-Lady,
The statue is but newly fixed; the color's
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 killed itself much sooner.
Dear my brother,
Indeed, my lord,
you, (for the stone is mine,)
Do not draw the curtain.
Paul. No longer shall you gaze on't; lest your fancy May think anon it moves.
Let be, let be.
'Would I were dead, but that, methinks, already-
Masterly done. The very life seems warm upon her lip.
Leon. The fixture of her eye has motion in't,
As we are mocked with art.
There is an air comes from her. What fine chisel
Stand by, a looker on.
So long could 1
To make her speak, as move.
Paul. It is required,
You do awake your faith. Then, all stand still,
I am about, let them depart.
No foot shall stir.
Music; awake her: strike.
'Tis time; descend; be stone no more; approach; Strike all that look upon with marvel. Come: I'll fill your grave up: stir; nay, come away;
Bequeath to death your numbness, for from him
She embraces him.
Cam. She hangs about his neck;
Pol. Ay, and mak't manifest where she has lived,
Or, how stolen from the dead.
[Presenting PER., who kneels to HER.
Gave hope, thou wast in being-have preserved
O peace, Paulina;
Thou shouldst a husband take by my consent,
And made between's by vows. Thou hast found mine;
But how, is to be questioned; for I saw her,
As I thought, dead; and have in vain said many
And take her by the hand; whose worth, and honesty,
By us, a pair of kings.-Let's from this place.-