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2 Gent. What pray you became of Antigonus, that carry’d hence the child?

3 Gent, Like an old tale ftill, which will have matters to rebearse, tho' 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.

I Gent. What became of his bark and his followers ?

3 Gent. Wreck'd the same instant of their master's death, and in the view of the shepherd; so that all the inftruments which aided to expose the child, were even then loft, when it was found. But oh 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 lock'd her in embracing, as if she would pin her to her heart, that she might no more be in danger of loging.

i 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 angled for mine eyes, was, when at the relation of the Queen's death, with the manner how she came to it, bravely confess’d, and lamented by the King, how attentiveness wounded his daughter, 'till, from one sign of dolour to another, The did, with an alas, I would fain say, bleed tears; for I am sure, my heart wept blood. Who was moft marble there changed colour; some swooned, all Sorrowed : if all the world could have seen't, the woe had been universal.

i Gent. Are they returned to the Court ?

3 Gent. No. The Princess hearing of her mother's fta. tue, which is in the keeping of Paulina, a piece many years in doing, and now newly perform'd by that rare Italian master, Julio Romano, who, had he himself 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 hand in hope of answer. Thither with


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all greediness of affection are they gone, and there they intend to sup.

2 Gent. I thought she had some great matter there in hand, for she hath privately twice or thrice a-day, ever fince the death of Hermione, visited that removed house, Shall we thither,and with our company piece the rejoycing ?

i 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, Aut. Now, had not I the dath of my former life in me, would preferment drop on my head. I brought the old man and his son aboard the Prince ; told him, I heard them talk of a farthel, and I know not what; but he at that time, over-fond of the thepherd's daughter (fo 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 'tis all one to me; for had I been the finder out of this fecret, it would not have relish'd among my other discredits.

SCENE VI. Enter Shepberd and Clown. Here come those I have done good to against my will, and already appearing in the bloffoms of their fortune.

Sbep. Come, boy, I am paft more children ; but thy Tons and daughters will be all gentlemen born.

Clo. You are well met, Sir ; [To Autolicus.] you denied to fight with me the other day, because I was no gentleman born : see you these cloaths ? say you fee them not, and think me ftill no gentleman born. You were beft fay 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 callid me brother; and then the two Kings call'd my father brother; and then the Prince my brother, and the Princess my lister call'd my father, father, and so we wept; and there was the firft gentleman-like tears that cver we thed.


Shep. We may live, son, to shed many more.

Clo. Ay, or else 'twere hard luck, being in so prepofterous 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.

Sbep. Prythee, son, 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 swear to the Prince, thou art as honest a true fellow as any is in Bitbynia.

Sbep. You may say it, but not swear it,

Clo. Not swear it, now I am a gentleman ? let boots' and franklins say it, I'll swear it.

Shep. How if it be false, fon?

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 ; bụt I'll swear it, and I would thou would't 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 dar’ft 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,

SCEN E' VII. Paulina's House.
Enter Leontes, Polixenes, Florizel, Perdita, Camillo,

Paulina, Lords and Attendants.
Leo. O grave and good Paulina, the great comfort
That I have had of thee!

Pau. 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 contracted
Heirs of your Kingdoms, my poor house to visit,
It is a surplus of your grace, which never
My life may last to answer,
Leo. O Paulina,


We honour


with trouble, but we came
To see the statue of our Queen. Your gallery
Have we pass'd through, not without much content,
In many fingularities ; but we faw not
That which my daughter came to look upon,
The statue of her mother.

Pau, '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 Neep mock’s death ; behold, and say 'tis well.
[Pau. draws a curtain, and discovers Her. fanding

like a fatue.
I like your filence, it the more fhews off
Your wonder ; but yet speak, first you, my Liege,
Comes it not something near ?

Leo. Her natural pofture!
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.

Pol, Oh, not by much.

Pau. So much the more our carver's excellence,
Which lets go by some fixteen years, and makes her
As she liv'd now.

Leo. As now she might have done,
So much to my good comfort, as it is
Now piercing to my soul. Oh, thus she stood z
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 ftone than it ? oh royal piece !
There's magick in thy Majesty, which has
My evils conjur'd to remembrance; and
From thy admiring daughter took the spirits,
Standing like stone with thee.


Per. And give me leave,
And do not say 'tis superstition, that
I kneel, and then implore her blessing. Lady,
Dear Queen! that ended when I but began,
Give me that hand of yours to kiss.

Pau. O, patience ;
The statue is but newly fix'd; the colour's

Not dry.

Cam. My Lord, your sorrow was too sore laid on,
Which fixteen winters cannot blow away,
So many summers dry ; scarce any joy
Did ever so long live; no forrow,
But kill'd itself much sooner.

Pol. 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.

Pau. Indeed, my Lord,
If I had thought the fight of my poor image
Would thus have wrought you, for the stone is mine,
I'd not have shew'd you it,

Leo. Do not draw the curtain.

Pau. No longer shall you gaze on't, left your fancy May think anon, it move.

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. Masterly done! The

very life seems warm upon her lip. Leo. The fixure of her


has motion in't, As we were mock'd with art.

Pau, I'll draw the curtain.
My Lord's almost so far transported, that
He'll think anon it lives.

Leo. O fweet 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.


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