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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.
A Room in Paulina's House.
Enter LEONTES, POLIXENES, FLORIZEL, PERdita, CAMILLO, PAULINA, Lords, and Attendants. Leon. O grave and good Paulina, the great com
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
That which my daughter came to look upon,
The statue of her mother.
Excels whatever yet you look'd upon,
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
I like your silence, it the more shows off
Leon. 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.
The statue is but newly fix'd, the colour's
Cam. My lord, your sorrow was too sore laid
Which sixteen winters cannot blow away,
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.
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,
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?
wrought] i. e. worked, agitated.
The fixure of her eye has motion in't,] The meaning is, though her eye be fixed, [as the eye of a statue always is,] yet it seems to have motion in it: that tremulous motion, which is perceptible in the eye of a living person, how much soever one endeavour to fix it.
As we are mock'd with art.4
O 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 stirr'd you:
I could afflict
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.
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.
So long could I
What you can make her do, I am content to look on: what to speak,
As we are mock'd with art.] As, is used by our author here, as in some other places, for "as if." With has the force of by.
I am content to hear; for 'tis as easy
It is requir'd,
No foot shall stir.
Musick; awake her: strike.[Musick. 'Tis time; descend; be stone no more: approach; Strike all that look upon with marevl. 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 woo'd her; now, in
Is she become the suitor.
Leon. O, she's warm! [Embracing her. If this be magick, let it be an art Lawful as eating.
She embraces him.
Cam. She hangs about his neck;
Pol. Ay, and mak't manifest where she has
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,