She. And fo have I, boy. Clo. So you have: but I was a gentleman born before my father: for the king's fon took me by the hand, and call'd me, brother; and then the two kings call'd my father, brother; and then the prince, my brother, and the princefs, my fifter, call'd my father, father; and fo we wept: and there was the first gentleman-like tears that ever we shed. She. We may live, fon, to fhed many more. Clo. Ay; or else 'twere hard luck, being in fo prepofterous eftate as we are. Aur. I humbly befeech you, fir, to pardon me all the faults I have committed to your worship, and to give me your good report to the prince my master. She. Pr'ythee, fon, 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 fwear to the prince, thou art as honeft a true fellow as any is in Bohemia, She. You may say it, but not swear it. Clo. Not fwear it, now I am a gentleman? Let boors and franklins fay it, I'll fwear it. She. How if it be falfe, fon? Clo. If it be ne'er fo false, a true gentleman may fwear it, in the behalf of his friend :- And I'll fwear 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 fo, fir, to my power. Clo. Ay, by any means prove a tall fellow: if I do not wonder, how thou dar'ft venture to be drunk, not being a tall fellow, truft me not. Hark! the kings and the princes, our kindred, are going to fee the queen's picture. Come, follow us: we'll be thy good mafters. [Exeunt. SCENE III. The fame. A Chapel in Paulina's House: at upper End, a Nich; a Curtain before it. Enter LEONTES, POLIXENES, Florizel, PERDITA, CAMILLO, PAULINA, Lords, &c. LEO. O grave and good Paulina, the great comfort That I have had of thee! PAU. What, fovereign fir, I did not well, I meant well: All my fervices, You have pay'd home: but that you have vouchfaf'd, My life may laft to answer. LEO. O Paulina, We honour you with trouble: But we came Have we paff'd through, not without much content In many fingularities; but we faw not PAU. As the liv'd peerlefs, So her dead likeness, I do well believe, Or hand of man hath done; therefore I keep it 32 Lovely To fee the life as lively mock'd, as ever Still fleep mock'd death: behold; and fay, 'tis well. [undraws the Curtain; HERMIONE is Jeen behind it, in Pofture of a Statue. I like your filence, it the more fhews off Your wonder: But yet fpeak; first, you, my liege, LEO. Her natural posture! Chide me, dear ftone; that I may say, indeed, Poz. O, not by much. PAU. So much the more our carver's excellence ; Which lets go-by fome fixteen years, and makes her As the liv'd now. LEO. As now fhe might have done, So much to my good comfort, as it is PER. And give me leave. And do not fay, 'tis fuperftition, that I kneel, and then implore her bleffing. Lady, Dear queen, that ended when I but began, The statue is but newly fix'd, the colour's [faying Perdita. CAM. My lord, your forrow was too fore lay'd on; Which fixteen winters cannot blow away, So many fummers dry: fcarce any joy Did ever fo long live; no forrow, ûr, POL. Dear my brother, Let him, that was the cause of this, have power Will piece up in himself. PAU. Indeed, my lord, If I had thought, the fight of my poor image LEO. Do not draw the curtain. PAU. No longer fhall you gaze on't; left your fancy May think anon, it moves. LEO. Let be, let be. 'Would I were dead, but that, methinks, already What 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. Mafterly done: The very life feems warm upon her lip. LEO. The fixure of her eye has motion in't, And we are mock'd with art. PAU. I'll draw the curtain ; My lord's almost so far transported, that 30 As we He'll think anon, it lives. LEO. O fweet Paulina, Make me to think fo twenty years together; PAʊ. I am forry, fir, I have thus far stir'd you : but I could afflict you farther. LEO. Do, Paulina; For this affliction has a tafte as sweet As any cordial comfort. Still, methinks, There is an air comes from her: What fine chizel PAU. Good my lord, forbear : You'll mar it, if you kifs it; ftain your own PER. So long could I Stand by, a looker-on. PAU. Either forbear, Quit presently the chapel; or resolve you And take you by the hand: but then you'll think, LEO. What you can make her do, PAV. It is requir'd, |