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the queen's picture. Come, follow us; we'll be thy good masters.

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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, It is a surplus of your grace, which never My life may last to answer. Leon.

O, Paulina, We honor you with trouble. But we came To see the statue of our queen: your gallery Have we passed through, not without much content In many singularities; but we saw not That which my daughter came to look upon, The statue of her mother. Paul.

As she lived peerless, So her dead likeness, I do well believe, Excels whatever yet you looked upon, Or hand of man hath done; therefore I keep it Lonely,” apart. But here it is; prepare To see the life as lively mocked, as ever Still sleep mocked death. Behold; and say, 'tis well.

[Paul. 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.

Her natural posture !1 Good masters. It was a common petitionary phrase to ask a superior to be good lord, or good master to the supplicant.

2 The old copy reads lovely.

Chide me, dear stone; that I may say, indeed,
Thou art Hermione; or, rather, thou art she,
In thy not cbiding; 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 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,
Dear
queen,

that ended when I but began,
Give me that hand of yours, to kiss.
Paul.

O patience ; The statue is but newly fixed; the color'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 killed 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 showed 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, alreadyWhat was he that did make it ?-See, my lord, Would you not deem, it breathed ? 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 mocked with art.3
Paul.

I'll draw the curtain ;
My lord's almost so far transported, that
He'll think anon it lives.
Leon.

0, sweet Paulina, Make me to think so twenty years together; 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 stirred 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;
You'll mar it, if you kiss it; stain your own
With oily painting. Shall I draw the curtain ?

i Worked, agitated. 2 The folío reads, “ Ild not have showed it.” In the late edition of Malone's Shakspeare it stands, “ Pll not have showed it.” But surely this is erroneous. 3 As for as if. With has the force of by. VOL. III.

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Leon. No, not these twenty years.
Per.

So long could 1
Stand by, a looker on.
Paul.

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 required,
You do awake your faith. Then, all stand still,
Or those that think it is unlawful business
I am about, let them depart.
Leon.

Proceed;
No foot shall stir.
Paul.
Music; awake her: strike.-

[Music. '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 Dear life redeems you.—You perceive she stirs :

[HERMIONE comes down from the pedestal. Start not: her actions shall be holy, as, You hear, my spell is lawful. Do not shun her, Until you see her die again ; for then You kill her double. Nay, present your hand. When she was young, you wooed her; now, in age, Is she become the suitor. Leon.

O, she's warm! [Embracing her.
If this be magic, let it be an art
Lawful as eating
Pol.

She embraces him.
Cam. She hangs about his neck;
If she pertain to life, let her speak too.

Pol. Ay, and make't manifest where she has lived, Or, how stolen 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 Per., who kneels to HER. 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 preserved? where lived ? 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 preserved
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 withered bough; and there
My mate, that's never to be found again,
Lament till I am lost.
Leon.

O peace, Paulina;
Thou shouldst 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 questioned; 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 Àn honorable husband.—Come, Camillo,

1 You who by this discovery have gained what you desired.

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