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prince, my brother-and the princess, my sister called my father, father; and so we wept:—and there was the first gentlemanlike tears that ever we shed.
Shep. We may live, son, to shed many more.
Clown. 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.
Clown. Thou wilt amend thy life?
Clown. Give me thy hand :—Hast nothing in it?Am I not a courtier ?-I must be gently considered :
-Seest thou not the air of the court in these enfoldings ?-Hath not my gait in it the measure of the court?
Aut. Here is what gold I have, sir.
Clown. Well, 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.
Clown. 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?
Clown. 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,
[Trumpets sound.] 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.
Aut. O, sweet sir!-I have brib'd him with his own money!
Enter Polixenes, CAMILLO, PAULINA, LEONTES,
Perdita, FLORIZEL, ARCHIDAMUS, EMILIA, PHocion, HERO, CLEOMENES, LAMIA, Dion, and THASIUS.
Paul. What, sovereign sir,
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. 0, Paulina,
Paul. As she liv'd peerless,
-Behold, and say, 'tis well.
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!
me, dear stone; that I may say, indeed,
Per. And give me leave;
Leon. O, masterpiece of art! nature's deceiv'd
Pol. Dear my brother,
Paul. Indeed, my lord,
Leon. Do not draw the curtain.
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 ?
Paul. I'll draw the curtain; My lord's almost so far transported, that He'll think anon, it lives. Leon. Make me to think so twenty years toge
ther; 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
Paul. Good my lord, forbear:
Leon. No, not these twenty years.
Per. So long could I Stand by, a looker-on.
Paul. Either forbear,-
Leon. What you can make her do,
I am content to hear; for 'tis as easy
Paul. It is requir’d,
Paul. Music,-awake her,--strike."Tis time; descend; be stone no more: approach ; Strike all that look upon with marvel.-Come.
[Music.—HERMIONE turns towards
[Music.-HERMIONE descends from the Peo
Leon. Support me, Heaven
Per. O Florizel !
Its long-lost half: these tears, that choke her voice, Are hot and moist,-it is Hermione!
Pol. O, make it manifest where she has liv’d, Or, how stolen from the dead.
Paul. Mark a little while,Please you to interpose, fair madam; kneel, And pray your mother's blessing.-Turn, good