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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.
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 con
Heirs of your kingdoms, my poor house to visit,
We honour you with trouble: But we came
Or hand of man hath done; therefore I keep it
Still sleep mock'd death: behold; and say, 'tis well. [Paulina undraws a curtain, and discovers a statue.
I like your silence, it the more shows off
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.
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 liv'd 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 woo'd her! I am asham'd: Does not the stone rebuke me, For being more stone than it ?—O, royal piece, There's magick in thy majesty; which has My evils conjur'd 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.
O, patience, The statue is but newly fix'd, the colour'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 kill'd itself much sooner.
Dear my brother, Let him, that was the cause of this, have power
To take off so much grief from you, as he
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.
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 breath'd? and that those
Did verily bear blood?
Pol. Masterly done : The very life seems warm upon her lip.
Leon. The fixure 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 He'll think anon, it lives.
Paul. I am sorry, sir, I have thus far stirr'd you : but
I could afflict you further.
There is an air comes from her: What fine chizzel
* Worked, agitated.
ti.e. Though her eye be fixed, it seems to have motion in it.
So long could I
Per. Stand by, a looker on. Paul, 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.
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.
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.
No foot shall stir.
Musick; awake her strike
[Musick. approach; Come ;
"Tis time; descend; be stone no more:
O, she's warm! If this be magick, let it be an art
Lawful as eating.
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 Hermione.
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 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
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.
O peace, Paulina; Thou should'st 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
But how, is to be question'd: for I saw her,
* You who by this discovery have gained what you desired.