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tom, 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. 2 Gent. I thought she had some great matter there in
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 him I heard them talk of a fardel, and I know not what; but he at that time over-fond 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 undiscovered. But 'tis all one to me; for had I been the finder-out of this secret, it would not have relished among my other discredits. Here come those I have done good to against my will, and already appearing in the blossoms of their fortune.
Enter Shepherd and Clown. Shep. Come, boy; I am past more children, but thy sons and daughters will be all gentlemen born.
Clo. You are well met, sir: you denied 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. So you have:—but I was a gentleman born before my father; for the king's son took me by the hand and called me brother; and then the two kings called my father brother; and then the prince, my brother, and the prin. cess, my sister, called 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 'twere 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. Pr’ythee, 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 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 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.
SCENE III.—The same. A Room in PAULINA'S House. Enter LEONTES, POLIXENES, FLORIZEL, PERDITA, CAMILLO,
PAULINA, Lords, and Attendants.
What, sovereign sir,
In many singularities; but we saw not
As she liv'd peerless,
standing as a statue.
Her natural posture !-
0, not by much.
As now she might have done,
And give me leave;
Cam. My lord, your sorrow was too sore laid on,
Which sixteen winters cannot blow away,
Dear my brother,
Indeed, my lord,
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, alreadyWhat 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.
Leon. The fixure of her eye has motion in ’t,
I'll draw the curtain :
O sweet Paulina,
Paul. I am sorry, sir, I have thus far stirr'd you: but
my lord, forbear:
Leon. No, not these twenty years.
So long could I
What you can make her do,
It is requir'd
Music, awake her: strike !- [Music.
[HERMIONE comes down from the pedestal.
0, she's warm! [Embracing her.
She embraces him.
Pol. Ay, and make 't manifest where she has liv'd,
That she is living,
You gods, look down,