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Shep. And so have I, boy.
Clo. So you have;—but I was a gentleman born before my father; for the king's son took me by the hand, and called me, brother; and then the two kings called my father, brother; and then the prince, my brother, and the princess, my sister, called my father, father; and so we wept ; and there was the first gentlemanlike tears that ever we shed.
Shep. We may live, son, to shed many more.
Clo. Ay; or else 'twere hard luck, being in so preposterous estate as we are.
Aut. I humbly beseech you, sir, 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, son, do; for we must be gentle, now we are gentlemen.
Clo. Thou wilt amend thy life?
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 2 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 wouldst 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.
1 i. e. yeomen. 2 i. e. a bold, courageous fellow.
SCENE III. The same. A Room in Paulina's
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.
0, 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,
0, not by much.
As now she might have done
Per. And give me leave;
O patience ;
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,)
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.
Leon. The fixture of her eye has motion in't,
I'll draw the curtain ;
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.
Good my lord, forbear.
i Worked, agitated.
2 The folio 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.
Leon. No, not these twenty years.
So long could 1
What you can make her do,
Paul. It is required,
[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.
She embraces him.