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the lie; do; and try whether I am not now a gentleman born.

Aut. I know, you are now, sir, a gentleman born. Clo. Ay, and have been so any time these four hours.

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 gentleman-like 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 ?

Aut. Ay, an it like your good worship.

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

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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 swear it: and I would, thou would'st 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. [Exeunt.

SCENE III.

The same. A Room in Paulina's House.

Enter LEONTES, POLIXEN ES, 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

tracted

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,

I Stout.

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We honour you with trouble: But we came
To see the statue of our queen: your gallery

Have we pass'd 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 liv'd peerless,

So her dead likeness, I do well believe,
Excels whatever yet you look'd upon,

Or hand of man hath done; therefore I keep it
Lonely, apart: But here it is: prepare

To see the life as lively mock'd, as ever

Still sleep mock'd death: behold; and say, 'tis well.

[PAULINA undraws a Curtain, and discovers

a statue.

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I like your silence, it the more shows off

Your wonder: But yet speak;-first, you, my liege. Comes it not something near?

Her natural posture!

Leon.
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.

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 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.

Paul.

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.

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 show'd it.

Leon.

Do not draw the curtain.

2 Worked, agitated.

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 veins

Did verily bear blood?

Pol.

The very

Masterly done:

life seems warm upon her lip.

Leon. The fixure of her eye has motion in't3 As4 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.

Leon.

O sweet Paulina,

Make me to think so twenty years together;
No settled senses of the world can match
The pleasure of that inadness. Let't alone,
Paul. I am sorry, sir, I have thus far stirr'd
but

I could afflict you further.

Leon.

Do, Paulina;

For this affliction has a taste as sweet

As any cordial comfort.-Still, methinks,

you:

There is an air comes from her: What fine chizzel Could ever yet cut breath? Let no man mock me, For I will kiss her.

Paul.

Good my lord, forbear:

3 i. e. Though her eye be fixed it seems to have motion

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