are going to see the queen's picture. Come, follow us: we'll be thy good masters.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.-The same. A Room in Paulina's House.

Enter LEONTES, POLIXENES, FLORIZEL, PERDITA, CAMILLO, PAULINA, Lords, and Attendants.

Leon. O grave and good Paulina, the great

comfort

That I have had of thee!

Paul.

What, sovereign sir, I did not well, I meant well. All my services You have paid home: but that you have vouch

safed,

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.
Leon.
O, Paulina,
We honour you with trouble: but we came
To see the statue of our queen: your gallery
Have we pass'd through, not without much con-

tent

In many singularities; but we saw not

That which my daughter came to look upon,
The statue of her mother.

Paul.
So her dead likeness, I do well believe,
Excels whatever yet you look'd upon,

As she lived peerless,

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 sleep mock'd death: behold; and say, 'tis

well.

[PAULINA undraws a curtain, and discovers a statue.

I like your silence, it the more shows off

Your wonder.

liege.

But yet speak;-first, you, my

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.

Paul. So much the more our carver's excel

lence;

Which lets go by some sixteen years, and makes

her

As she lived now.

Leon.

As now she might have done, So much to my good comfort, as it is

Now piercing to my soul. O, thus she stood,
Even with such life of majesty, (warm life,
As now it coldly stands,) when first I woo'd
her!

I am ashamed: does not the stone rebuke me,
For being more stone than it ?—O, royal piece,
There's magic in thy majesty, which has
My evils conjured 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.

Paul.

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 sixteen winters cannot blow away,

So many summers dry: scarce any joy
Did ever so long live; no sorrow,

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.

Paul.

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, al

ready

What was he that did make it ?--See, my lord, Would you not deem it breathed? 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,

As we are mock'd with art.

Paul.

I'll draw the curtain;

My lord's almost so far transported that
He'll think anon it lives.

Leon.

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

Leon.

you further.

Do, Paulina;

For this affliction has a taste as sweet

As any cordial comfort.-Still, methinks,

There is an air comes from her. What fine chisel Could ever yet cut breath? Let no man mock

me,

For I will kiss her.

Paul.

Good my lord, forbear:

The ruddiness upon her lip is wet;

You'll mar it, if you kiss it; stain your own With oily painting. Shall I draw the curtain? Leon. No, not these twenty years.

Per.

Stand by, a looker-on.

Paul.

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, I am content to hear; for 'tis as easy

To make her speak, as move.

Paul.

It is required

You do awake your faith. Then, all stand still: Or, those that think it is unlawful business

I am about, let them depart.

'Tis time; descend; be stone no more: ap

proach;

Strike all that look upon with marvel. 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.

O, she's warm!

[Embracing her.

If this be magic, 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 make 't manifest where she has

lived,

Or, how stolen 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,