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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, overfond 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.

Enter Shepherd and Clown. Here come those I have done good to against my will, and already appearing in the blossoms of their fortune.

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 nk me still no gentle. man 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. 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 called me, brother ; and

then the two kings called my father, brother ; and then the 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.

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?
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 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. (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 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,
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.

As she lived 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 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. 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. 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 ?-0, 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.

readyWhat 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;

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