Shep. "Prethee Sonne doe: for we must be gentle, now we are Gentlemen
Clow. Thou wilt amend thy life?
Aut. I, and it like your good Worship
Clow. Giue me thy hand: I will sweare to the Prince, thou art as honest a true Fellow as any is in Bohemia
Shep. You may say it, but not sweare it
Clow. Not sweare it, now I am a Gentleman? Let Boores and Francklins say it, Ile sweare it
Shep. How if it be false (Sonne?) Clow. If it be ne"re so false, a true Gentleman may sweare it, in the behalfe of his Friend: And Ile sweare to the Prince, thou art a tall Fellow of thy hands, and that thou wilt not be drunke: but I know thou art no tall Fellow of thy hands, and that thou wilt be drunke: but Ile sweare it, and I would thou would"st be a tall Fellow of thy hands
Aut. I will proue so (Sir) to my power
Clow. I, by any meanes proue a tall Fellow: if I do not wonder, how thou dar"st venture to be drunke, not being a tall Fellow, trust me not. Harke, the Kings and Princes (our Kindred) are going to see the Queenes Picture.
Come, follow vs: wee"le be thy good Masters.
Exeunt.
Scaena Tertia.
Enter Leontes, Polixenes, Florizell, Perdita, Camillo, Paulina: Hermione (like a Statue:) Lords, &c.
Leo. O graue and good Paulina, the great comfort That I haue had of thee?
Paul. What (Soueraigne Sir) I did not well, I meant well: all my Seruices You haue pay"d home. But that you haue vouchsaf"d (With your Crown"d Brother, and these your contracted Heires of your Kingdomes) my poore House to visit; It is a surplus of your Grace, which neuer My life may last to answere
Leo. O Paulina, We honor you with trouble: but we came To see the Statue of our Queene. Your Gallerie Haue we pa.s.s"d through, not without much content In many singularities; but we saw not That which my Daughter came to looke vpon, The Statue of her Mother
Paul. As she liu"d peerelesse, So her dead likenesse I doe well beleeue Excells what euer yet you look"d vpon, Or hand of Man hath done: therefore I keepe it Louely, apart. But here it is: prepare To see the Life as liuely mock"d, as euer Still Sleepe mock"d Death: behold, and say "tis well.
I like your silence, it the more shewes-off Your wonder: but yet speake, first you (my Liege) Comes it not something neere?
Leo. Her naturall Posture.
Chide me (deare Stone) that I may say indeed Thou art Hermione; or rather, thou art she, In thy not chiding: for she was as tender As Infancie, and Grace. But yet (Paulina) Hermione was not so much wrinckled, nothing So aged as this seemes
Pol. Oh, not by much
Paul. So much the more our Caruers excellence, Which lets goe-by some sixteene yeeres, and makes her As she liu"d now
Leo. As now she might haue done, So much to my good comfort, as it is Now piercing to my Soule. Oh, thus she stood, Euen with such Life of Maiestie (warme Life, As now it coldly stands) when first I woo"d her.
I am asham"d: Do"s not the Stone rebuke me, For being more Stone then it? Oh Royall Peece: There"s Magick in thy Maiestie, which ha"s My Euils coniur"d to remembrance; and From thy admiring Daughter tooke the Spirits, Standing like Stone with thee
Perd. And giue me leaue, And doe not say "tis Superst.i.tion, that I kneele, and then implore her Blessing. Lady, Deere Queene, that ended when I but began, Giue me that hand of yours, to kisse
Paul. O, patience: The Statue is but newly fix"d; the Colour"s Not dry
Cam. My Lord, your Sorrow was too sore lay"d-on, Which sixteene Winters cannot blow away, So many Summers dry: scarce any Ioy Did euer so long liue; no Sorrow, But kill"d it selfe much sooner
Pol. Deere my Brother, Let him, that was the cause of this, haue powre To take-off so much griefe from you, as he Will peece vp in himselfe
Paul. Indeed my Lord, If I had thought the sight of my poore Image Would thus haue wrought you (for the Stone is mine) Il"d not haue shew"d it
Leo. Doe not draw the Curtaine
Paul. No longer shall you gaze on"t, least your Fancie May thinke anon, it moues
Leo. Let be, let be: Would I were dead, but that me thinkes alreadie.
(What was he that did make it?) See (my Lord) Would you not deeme it breath"d? and that those veines Did verily beare blood?
Pol. "Masterly done: The very Life seemes warme vpon her Lippe
Leo. The fixure of her Eye ha"s motion in"t, As we are mock"d with Art
Paul. Ile draw the Curtaine: My Lord"s almost so farre transported, that Hee"le thinke anon it liues
Leo. Oh sweet Paulina, Make me to thinke so twentie yeeres together: No setled Sences of the World can match The pleasure of that madnesse. Let"t alone
Paul. I am sorry (Sir) I haue thus farre stir"d you: but I could afflict you farther
Leo. Doe Paulina: For this Affliction ha"s a taste as sweet As any Cordiall comfort. Still me thinkes There is an ayre comes from her. What fine Chizzell Could euer yet cut breath? Let no man mock me, For I will kisse her
Paul. Good my Lord, forbeare: The ruddinesse vpon her Lippe, is wet: You"le marre it, if you kisse it; stayne your owne With Oyly Painting: shall I draw the Curtaine
Leo. No: not these twentie yeeres
Perd. So long could I Stand-by, a looker-on
Paul. Either forbeare, Quit presently the Chappell, or resolue you For more amazement: if you can behold it, Ile make the Statue moue indeed; descend, And take you by the hand: but then you"le thinke (Which I protest against) I am a.s.sisted By wicked Powers
Leo. What you can make her doe, I am content to looke on: what to speake, I am content to heare: for "tis as easie To make her speake, as moue
Paul. It is requir"d You doe awake your Faith: then, all stand still: On: those that thinke it is vnlawfull Businesse I am about, let them depart
Leo. Proceed: No foot shall stirre
Paul. Musick; awake her: Strike: "Tis time: descend: be Stone no more: approach: Strike all that looke vpon with meruaile: Come: Ile fill your Graue vp: stirre: nay, come away: Bequeath to Death your numnesse: (for from him, Deare Life redeemes you) you perceiue she stirres: Start not: her Actions shall be holy, as You heare my Spell is lawfull: doe not shun her, Vntill you see her dye againe; for then You kill her double: Nay, present your Hand: When she was young, you woo"d her: now, in age, Is she become the Suitor?
Leo. Oh, she"s warme: If this be Magick, let it be an Art Lawfull as Eating
Pol. She embraces him
Cam. She hangs about his necke, If she pertaine to life, let her speake too
Pol. I, and make it manifest where she ha"s liu"d, Or how stolne from the dead?
Paul. That she is liuing, Were it but told you, should be hooted at Like an old Tale: but it appeares she liues, Though yet she speake not. Marke a little while: Please you to interpose (faire Madam) kneele, And pray your Mothers blessing: turne good Lady, Our Perdita is found
Her. You G.o.ds looke downe, And from your sacred Viols poure your graces Vpon my daughters head: Tell me (mine owne) Where hast thou bin preseru"d? Where liu"d? How found Thy Fathers Court? For thou shalt heare that I Knowing by Paulina, that the Oracle Gaue hope thou wast in being, haue preseru"d My selfe, to see the yssue
Paul. There"s time enough for that, Least they desire (vpon this push) to trouble Your ioyes, with like Relation. Go together You precious winners all: your exultation Partake to euery one: I (an old Turtle) Will wing me to some wither"d bough, and there My Mate (that"s neuer to be found againe) Lament, till I am lost
Leo. O peace Paulina: Thou shouldst a husband take by my consent, As I by thine a Wife. This is a Match, And made betweene"s by Vowes. Thou hast found mine, But how, is to be question"d: for I saw her (As I thought) dead: and haue (in vaine) said many A prayer vpon her graue. Ile not seeke farre (For him, I partly know his minde) to finde thee An honourable husband. Come Camillo, And take her by the hand: whose worth, and honesty Is richly noted: and heere iustified By Vs, a paire of Kings. Let"s from this place.