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Clo. Ay; or else 'were hard luck, being in so preposterous estate as we are.
Aut. I humbly beseech you, sir, to pardon óo 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 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 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 180 would thou wouldst 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.
159. preposterous, a blunder 177. a tall fellow of thy hands, for: prosperous.'
an active, able-bodied man, who 173. franklins, yeomen. will stand the test.
A chapel in PAULINA's house.
Enter LEONTES, POLIXENES, FLORIZEL, PERDITA,
CAMILLO, PAULINA, Lords, and Attendants. Leon. O grave and good Paulina, the great
What, sovereign sir,
As she lived peerless,
But here it is : prepare
[Paulina draws a curtain, and discovers
Hermione standing like a statue. 7. surplus, overplus. 12. singularities, rarities.
I like your silence, it the more shows off
Her natural posture !
O, not by much.
As now she might have done,
And give me leave,
Cam. My lord, your sorrow was too sore laid on,
So many summers dry : scarce any joy
Dear my brother,
Indeed, my lord,
mineI ’ld not have show'd it. Leon.
Do not draw the curtain. Paul. No longer shall you gaze on’t, lest your
Let be, let be.
very life seems warm upon her lip.
I'll draw the curtain :
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
56. piece up, 'hoard up, so as to have his fill.'
I could afflict you farther.
Good my lord, forbear :
Leon. No, not these twenty years.
So long could I
What you can make her do,
It is required
faith. Then all stand still ;
Paul. Music, awake her; strike! [Music.
100. look upon, look on.