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thou wilt be drunk; but I'll swear it: and I would, thou would'st 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.
A Room in Paulina's House.
Enter LEONTES, POLIXENES, FLORIZBL, PERDITA,
CAMILLO, Paulina, Lords, and Attendants. Leon. O grave and good Paulina, the great com
fort That I have had of thee!
What, sovereign sir,
last to answer. Leon.
many singularities; but we saw not
As she liv'd peerless,
Excels whatever yet you look'd upon,
[PAULINA undraws a Curtain, and discovers 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! 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.
O, not by much.
As now she might have done,
And give me leave;
O, patience; The statue is but newly fix'd, the colour's
Cam. My lord, your sorrow. was too sore laid
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, 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.
Leon. The fixure of her eye has motion in't,
owrought -) i. e. worked, agitated.
3 The fixure of her eye has motion in't,] The meaning is, though her
eye be fixed, (as the eye of a statue , always is,] yet it seems to have motion in it: that tremulous motion, which is perceptible in the eye of a living person, how much soever one endeavour to fix it.
As we are mock'd with art.4
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 you:
but I could afflict
any cordial comfort.-Still, methinks, There is an air comes from her: What fine chiz
zel Could ever yet cut breath? Let no man mock me, For I will kiss her. Paul.
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, I'll make the statue move indeed; descend, And take you by the hand: but then you'll think, (Which I protest against,) I am assisted By wicked powers. Leon.
What you can make her do, I am content to look on: what to speak,
* As we are mock’d with art.] As, is used by our author here, as in some other places, for “ as if.” With has the force of by.
I am content to hear; for 'tis as easy
It is requir’d,
[Musick. 'Tis time; descend; be stone no more: approach; Strike all that look upon with marevl. 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 from the Pedestal, 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
age, Is she become the suitor. Leon.
0, she's warm! [Embracing her. If this be magick, let it be an art Lawful as eating. Pol.
She embraces him. Cam. She hangs about his neck; If she pertain to life, let her speak too. Pol. Ay, and mak’t manifest where she has
liv'd, Or, how stol'n from the dead? Paul.
That she is living Were it but told you, should be hooted at Like an old tale ; but it appears, she lives, Though yet she speak not. Mark a little while.Please you to interpose, fair madam; kneel, VOL. III,