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Serv. Ay, the most peerless piece of earth,
ebb'd, To say you have seen a better. Serv.
Pardon, madam: The one I have almost forgot, - your pardon, The other, when she has obtain'd your eye, 106 Will have your tongue too. This is a creature, Would she begin a sect, might quench the zeal Of all professors else, make proselytes Of who she but bid follow. Paul.
How? Not women! Serv. Women will love her, that she is a
I might have look'd upon my queen's full eyes,
And left them
Thou speak'st truth. No more such wives ; therefore, no wife. One
worse, And better us'd, would make her sainted spirit Again possess her corpse, and on this stage, (Where we offenders now appear) soul-vex’d, Begin, “And why to me - ?" Paul.
Had she such power, so She had just cause.
Leon. She had; and would incense me To murder her I married. Paul.
I should so. Were I the ghost that walk'd, I'd bid you
mark Her eye, and tell me for what dull part in 't You chose her; then I'd shriek, that even your Should rift to hear me ; and the words that
follow'd Should be “ Remember mine." Leon.
Stars, stars, And all eyes else dead coals! Fear thou no wife; I'll have no wife, Paulina. Paul.
Will you swear
Leon. Never, Paulina ; so be blest my spirit !
I have done. Yet, if my lord will marry, – if you will, sir, No remedy, but you will, give me the office To choose you a queen. She shall not be so
My true Paulina,
That Shall be when your first queen 's again in
breath; Never till then.
Enter a SERVANT.
Leon. What with him ? He comes not
But few, And those but mean. Le
His princess, say you, with him?
More worth than any man; men, that she is
Go, Cleomenes ; Yourself, assisted with your honour'd friends, Bring them to our embracement. Still, 't is strange
(Exeunt (Cleomenes and others). He thus should steal upon us. Paul.
Had our prince, Jewel of children, seen this hour, he had pair'd Well with this lord. There was not full a month Between their births. Leon. Prithee, more ;
cease, Thop know'st He dies to me again when talk'd of. Sure, When I shall see this gentleman, thy speeches Will bring me to consider that which may Unfurnish me of reason. They are come. Re-enter CLEOMENES and others, with FLORIZEL
and PERDITA. Your mother was most true to wedlock, Prince, For she did print your royal father off, Conceiving you. Were I but twenty-one, Your father's image is so hit in you, His very air, that I should call you brother, 195 As I did him, and speak of something wildly By us perform'd before. Most dearly welcome! And your fair princess, – goddess ! –0, alas! I lost a couple, that 'twixt heaven and earth Might thus have stood begetting wonder as You, gracious couple, do; and then I lost All mine own folly - the society, Amity too, of your brave father, whom, Though bearing misery, I desire my life Once more to look on him. Flo.
By his command Have I here touch'd Sicilia, and from him Give yon all greetings that a king, at friend, Can send his brother; and, but infirmity Which waits upon worn times hath something
seiz'd His wish'd ability, he had himself
The lands and waters 'twixt your throne and
his Measur'd to look upon you ; whom he loves He bade me say so — more than all the sceptres And those that bear them living. Leon.
O my brother, Good gentleman! the wrongs I have done thee
stir Afresh within me, and these thy offices, so rarely kind, are as interpreters Of my behind-hand slackness. Welcome hither, As is the spring to the earth. And hath he too Expos'd this paragon to the fearful usage, (At least ungentle,) of the dreadful Neptune, To greet a man not worth her pains, much
less The adventure of her person? Flo.
Good my lord, She came from Libya. Leon.
Where the warlike Smalus, That noble honour'd lord, is fear'd and lov'd ? Flo. Most royal sir, from thence; from him,
whose daughter His tears proclaim'd his, parting with her;
thence, A prosperous south-wind friendly, we have
The blessed gods
on, Such goodly things as you ?
Enter a LORD. Lord.
Most noble sir, That which I shall report will bear no credit, Were not the proof so nigh. Please you, great
sir, Bohemia greets you from himself by me; Desires you to attach his son, who has His dignity and duty both cast off Fled from his father, from his hopes, and with A shepherd's daughter. Leon.
Where's Bohemia ? Speak. Lord. Here in your city; I now came from
him. I speak amazedly; and it becomes My marvel and my message. To your court Whiles he was hast’ning, in the chase, it seems, Of this fair couple, meets he on the way The father of this seeming lady, and Her brother, having both their country quitted With this young prince.
Camillo has betray'd me; Whose honour and whose honesty till now Endur'd all weathers. Lord.
Lay't so to his charge: He's with the King your father. Leon.
Who? Camillo ? Lord. Camillo, sir ; I spake with him ; who Has these poor men in question. Never saw I Wretches so quake. They kneel, they kiss the
earth, Forgwear themselves as often as they speak. 200 Bohemia stops his ears, and threatens them With divers deaths in death, Per.
my, poor father! The heaven sets spies upon us, will not have Our contract celebrated. Leon.
You are married ? Flo. We are not, sir, nor are we like to be. 205 The stars, I see, will kiss the valleys first; The odds for high and low 's alike. Leon.
My lord, Is this the daughter of a king ? Flo.
She is, When once she is my wife. Leon. That " once," I see by your good
father's speed, Will come on very slowly. I am sorry, Most sorry, you have broken from his liking Where you were tied in duty, and as sorry Your choice is not so rich in worth as beauty, That you might well enjoy her. Flo.
Dear, look up. Though Fortune, visible an enemy, Should chase us with my father, power no jot Hath she to change our loves. Beseech you, sir, Remember since you ow'd no more to time Than I do now. With thought of such affec
tions, Step forth mine advocate. At your request My father will grant precious things as trifles. Leon. Would he do so, I'd beg your precious
mistress, Which he counts but a trifle. Paul.
Sir, my liege, Your eye hath too much youth in 't. Not a
month Fore your queen died, she was more worth Than what you look on now. Leon,
I thought of her, Even in these looks I made. [To Florizel.] But
your petition Is yet unanswer'd. I will to your father. Your honour not o'erthrown by your desires, 230 I am friend to them and you ; upon which er
rand I now go toward him; therefore follow me And mark what way I make. Come, good my lord.
Ereunt. SCENE II. (Before Leontes' palace.] Enter AUTOLycus and a GENTLEMAN. Aut. Beseech you, sir, were you present at this relation ?
1. Gent. I was by at the opening of the far
del, heard the old shepherd deliver the manner how he found it; whereupon, after a little amazedness, we were all commanded out of the chamber; only this methought I heard the shepherd say, he found the child.
Aut. I would most gladly know the issue of it.
1. Gent. I make a broken delivery of the business ; but the changes I perceived in the King and Camillo were very notes of admiration. They seem'd almost, with staring on one another, to tear the cases of their eyes. There was speech in their dumbness, language in their very gesture; they look'd as they had heard (1 of a world ransom'd, or one destroyed. A notable passion of wonder appeared in them; but the wisest beholder, that knew no more but seeing, could not say if the importance were joy or sorrow; but in the extremity of the one, it must needs be.
Enter another GENTLEMAN. Here comes a gentleman that haply knows more. The news, Rogero ?
2. Gent. Nothing but bonfires. The oracle is fulfill'd; the King's daughter is found ; such a deal of wonder is broken out within this hour that ballad-makers cannot be able to express it.
Enter a third GENTLEMAN. Here comes the Lady Paulina's steward : [28 he can deliver you more. How goes it now, sir? This news which is call'd true is so like an old tale, that the verity of it is in strong suspicion. Has the King found his heir ?
3. Gent. Most true, if ever truth were pregnant by circumstance. That which you hear you 'll swear you see, there is such unity in the proofs. The mantle of Queen Hermione's, her jewel about the neck of it, the letters of Antigonus found with it, which they know to be his character, the majesty of the creature in resemblance of the niother, the affection of (39 nobleness which nature shows above her breeding, and many other evidences proclaim her with all certainty to be the King's daughter. Did you see the meeting of the two kings ?
2. Gent. No.
3. Gent. Then have you lost a sight which was to be seen, cannot be spoken of. There might you have beheld one joy crown another, so and in such manner that it seem'd sorrow wept to take leave of them, for their joy waded in tears. There was casting up of eyes, (50 holding up of hands, with countenances of such distraction that they were to be known by garment, not by favour. Our king, being ready to leap out of himself for joy of his found daughter, as if that joy were now become a (65 loss, cries, “ O, thy mother, thy mother!" then asks Bohemia forgiveness ; then embraces his son-in-law; then again worries he his daughter with clipping her; now he thanks the old shepherd, which stands by like a weatherbitten conduit of many kings' reigns. I [80 never heard of such another encounter, which lames report to follow it and undoes description to do it.
2. Gent. What, pray you, became of Antigonus, that carried hence the child ?
3. Gent. Like an old tale still, which will have matter to rehearse, though credit be asleep and not an ear open. He was torn to pieces with a bear; this avouches the shepherd's son, who has not only his innocence, which seems much, to justify him, but a handkerchief and rings of his that Paulina knows.
1. Gent. What became of his bark and his followers ?
3. Gent. Wreck'd the same instant of their (a* master's death and in the view of the shepherd ; so that all the instruments which aided to expose the child were even then lost when it was found. But O, the noble combat that 'twixt joy and sorrow was fought in Paulina ! She had one ( eye declin'd for the loss of her husband, another elevated_that the oracle was fulfill'd. She lifted the Princess from the earth, and so locks her in embracing, as if she would pin her to her heart that she might no more be in danger of losing:
1. Gent. The dignity of this act was worth the audience of kings and princes; for by such was it acted.
3. Gent. One of the prettiest touches of all, and that which angl'd for mine eyes, caught ( the water though not the fish, was when, at the relation of the Queen's death, with the manner how she came to't bravely confess'd and lamented by the King, how attentiveness wounded his daughter; till, from one sign of dolour to another, she did with an “ Alas," I would as fain say, bleed tears, for I am sure my heart wept blood. Who was most marble there changed colour; some swooned, all sorrowed. If all the world could have seen 't, the woe had been universal.
1. Gent. Are they returned to the court ?
3. Gent. No. The Princess hearing of her mother's statue, which is in the keeping of Paulina, piece many years in doing and now newly perform'd by that rare Italian master, Julio Romano, who, had he him- (105 self eternity and could put breath into his work, would beguile Nature of her custom, so perfectly he is her ape. He so near to Hermione hath done Hermione that they say one would speak to her and stand in hope of answer. Thither with all greediness of affection are they gone, and there they intend to sup. 112
2. Gent. I thought she had some great matter there in hand; for she hath privately twice or thrice a day, ever since the death of Hermione, visited that removed house. Shall we thither and with our company piece the rejoicing ?
1. Gent. Who would be thence that has the benefit of access ? Every wink of an eye some new grace will be born. Our absence makes us unthrifty to our knowledge. Let's along.
(Exeunt (Gentlemen). Aut. Now, had I not the dash of my former life in me, would preferment drop on my head. I brought the old man and his son aboard the Prince, told hi I heard them talk of a far
del and I know not what; but he at that (126 time, overfond of the shepherd's daughter, so he then took her to be, who began to be much sea-sick, and himself little better, extremity of weather continuing, this mystery remained undiscover'd. But 't is all one to me; for had I been the finder out of this secret, it would not have relish'd among my other discredits.
Enter SHEPHERD and Clown. Here come those I have done good to against my will, and already appearing in the blossoms of their fortune.
Shep. Come, boy ; I am past moe children, but thy sons and daughters will be all gentlemen born.
Clo. You are well met, sir. You deni'd to fight with me this other day, because I was no gentleman born. See you these clothes ? Say you see them not and think me still no gentleman born. You were best say these robes are not gentlemen born. Give me 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 call'd me brother; and then the two kings call'd my father brother; and then the Prince my
brother and the Princess my sister call'd 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 't were 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. Prithee, 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 fellow of thy hands and that thon 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.
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. (A chapel in Paulina's house.) Enter LEONTES, POLIXENES, FLORIZEL, PER
DITA, CAMILLO, PAULINA, Lords, etc.
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, We honour you with trouble. But we came To see the statue of our queen. Your gallery 10 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 't is well.
[Paulina draws a curtain, and dis
covers Hermione standing like 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 !
O, not by much.
lence, 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, 0, 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 magic in thy majesty, which has My evils conjur'd to remembrance, and
From thy admiring daughter took the spirits,
And give me leave,
Dear my brother,
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. 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, al
ready 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.
Masterly done! The very life seems warm upon her lip:
Leon. The fixure of her eye has motion in 't, As 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, 70 Make me to think so twenty years together! No settled senses of the world can match The pleasure of that madness. Let it alone.
Paul. I am sorry, sir, I have thus far stirr'd I could afflict you farther. Leon.
Do, Paulina; For this affliction has a taste as sweet As any cordial comfort. Still, methinks, There is an air comes from her. What fine
chisel Could ever yet cut breath? Let no man mock For I will kiss her. Paul.
Good my lord, forbear.
Leon. No, not these twenty years.
So long could I
Either forbear, Quit presently the chapel, or resolve you
For more amazement. If you can behold it,
What you can make her do,
It is requir'd You do awake your faith. Then all stand still, Or, those that think it is unlawful business I am about, let them depart. Leon.
Proceed; No foot shall stir. Paul. Music, awake her; strike!
(Music.] 'Tis time; descend; be stone 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.] 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
O, she's warm !
She embraces him.
That she is living,
lady; Our Perdita is found. Her.
You gods, look down And from your sacred vials pour your graces Upon my daughter's head! Teli
Paul. There's time enough for that;