fome fwooned, all forrowed; if all the world could have feen't, the woe had been univerfsl.

I GENT. Are they returned to the court?

3 GENT. No. The princess hearing of her mother's statue, which is in the keeping of Paulina, a piece many years in doing, and now newly performed by that rare Italian master, Giulio Romano; who, had he himself eternity, and could put breath into his work, would beguile nature of her custom, fo perfectly he is her ape: He fo near to Hermione hath done Hermione, that they say, one would speak to her, and stand in hope of anfwer. Thither with all greediness of affection are they gone, and there they intend to fup.

2 GENT. I thought, she had fome great matter there in hand, for fhe hath privately twice or thrice a-day, ever fince the death of Hermione, vifited that removed house. Shall we thither, and with our company piece the rejoicing?

I GENT. Who would be thence that has the benefit of access? every wink of an eye, fome new grace will be born: our absence makes us unthrifty to our knowledge. Let's along. [Exeunt.

AUT. Now had I not the dash of my former life in me, would preferment drop on my head. I brought the old man and his fon aboard the prince; told him, I heard them talk of a farthel, and I know not what; but he at that time, over-fond of the fhepherd's daughter, (fo he then took her to be) who began to be much sea-sick, and himself little better, extremity of weather continuing, this mystery remained undifcovered. But 'tis all one to me; for had I been the finder out of this fecret, it would not have relish'd among my other difcredits.

SCENE VI.

Enter Shepherd and Clown.

Here come those I have done good to against my will, and already appearing in the bloffoms of their fortune.

SHEP. Come, boy, I am past more children; but thy fons and daughters will be all gentlemen born.

CLO. You are well met, fir; you denied to fight with me this other day, because I was no gentleman born: fee you these cloaths? say you see them not, and think me still no gentleman born. You were beft fay, 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, fir, a gentleman born.
CLO. Ay, and has been so any time these four hours.
SHEP. And fo have I, boy.

CLO. So you have; but I was a gentleman born before my father; for the king's fon took me by the hand, and call'd me brother; and then the two king's call'd my father. brother; and then the prince my brother, and the princess my fifter, call'd my father, father, and fo we wept; and there was the firft gentleman-like tears that ever we shed.

SHEP. We may live, fon, to fhed many more.

CLO. Ay, or elfe 'twere hard luck, being in fo prepofte

rous eftate as we are.

AUT. I humbly befeech you, fir, 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, fon, do; for we must be gentle, now we are gentlemen.

CLO. Thou wilt amend thy life?

AUT. Ay, and it like your good worship.

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 swear 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 false, a true gentleman may swear 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 no 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, fir, 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, trust 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 masters.

[Exeunt.

SCENE VII. Changes to Paulina's house.

Enter Leontes, Polixenes, Florizel, Perdita, Camillo, Paulina, lords and attendants.

LEO. O grave and good Paulina, the great comfort That I have had of thee!

PAUL. What, fovereign fir,

I did not well, I mean't well; all my fervices
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,
It is a furplus of your grace, which never
My life may laft to answer.

LEO. O Paulina,

We honour you with trouble; but we came

To fee the ftatue of our queen. Your gallery

Have we pafs'd through, not without much content,
In many fingularities; but we faw not

That, which my daughter came to look upon,
The ftatue of her mother.

PAUL. As the liv'd peerless,

So her dead likeness, I do well believe,
Excels what ever yet you look'd upon,
Or hand of man hath done; therefore I keep it
Lovely, apart. But here it is; prepare
To see the life as lively mock'd, as ever

Still fleep mock'd death; behold, and fay, 'tis well!
[Paulina draws a curtain, and discovers 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,
Thou art Hermione: or rather, thou art fhe,
In thy not chiding; for fhe was as tender
As infancy and grace. But yet, Paulina,
Hermione was not fo much wrinkled, nothing
So aged as this seems.

POL. Oh, not by much.

PAUL. So much the more our carver's excellence, Which lets go by fome fixteen years; and makes her, As the liv'd now.

LEO. As now the might have done,

So much to my good comfort, as it is

Now piercing to my foul. Oh, thus she stood;
Even with fuch life of majesty (warm life,

As now it coldly ftands) when first I woo'd her.

I am afham'd; do's not the ftone rebuke me,
For being more ftone than it ? oh, royal piece!
There's magick in thy majefty, which has
My evils conjur'd to remembrance; and
From my admiring daughter took the spirits,
Standing like ftone with thee.

PER. And give me leave,

And do not say 'tis superstition, that

I kneel, and then implore her bleffing.-
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.

-Lady,

CAM. My lord, your forrow was too fore laid on, Which fixteen winters cannot blow away,

So many fummers, dry: fcarce any joy

Did ever so long live; no forrow,

But kill'd itself much fooner.

POL. Dear my brother,

Let him, that was the cause of this, have power
To take off fo much grief from you, as he
Will piece up in himself.

PAUL. Indeed, my lord,

If I had thought, the fight of my poor image
Would thus have wrought you (for the stone is mine)
I'd not have fhew'd it.

LEO. Do not draw the curtain.

PAUL. No longer shall you gaze on't, left your fancy

May think anon, it move.

LEO. Let be, let be;

Would I were dead, but that, methinks, already-