Clo. Give me thy hand; I will fwear to the Prince, thou art as honeft a true fellow as any is in Bohemia. Shep. You may fay it, but not fwear it. Clo. Not fwear it, now I am a gentleman? let boors and franklins fay it, I'll fwear it. Shep. How if it be falfe, fon? Clo. If it be ne'er fo falfe, a true gentleman may fwear it in the behalf of his friend: and I'll fwear 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 fwear it; and, I would, thou would'st. be a tall fellow of thy hands. Aut. I will prove fo, Sir, to my power. Clo. Ay, by any means prove a tall fellow; if I do not wonder how thou dar'ft venture to be drunk, not being a tall fellow, truft me not. Hark, the Kings and the Princes, our kindred, are going to fce the Queen's picture. Come, follow us: we'll be thy good mafters. [Exeunt. SCENE VII. Changes to Paulina's Houfe. Enter Leontes, Polixenes, Florizel, Perdita, Camillo, Paulina, Lords and attendants. Leo. O Grave and good Paulina, the great comfort Paul. What, fovereign Sir, I did not well, I meant well; all my fervices You have paid home. But that you have vouchfaf'd, With your crown'd brother, and these your contracted Heirs of your kingdoms, my poor houfe to vifit, -franklin, is a freeholder, or yeoman, a man above a villain, but not a gentleman. Tall, in that time, was the word uled for ficut. It is a furplus of your Grace, which never Leo. O Paulina, We honour you with trouble; but we came That, which my daughter came to look upon, Paul. As the liv'd peerless, So her dead likenefs, I do well believe, Or hand of man hath done; therefore I keep it Still fleep mock'd death; behold, and fay, 'tis well! Your wonder; but yet fpeak.-First you, my Liege. Comes it not fomething near? Leo. Her natural pofture! Chide me, dear flone, that I may fay, indeed, 7 Pol. Oh, not by much. Paul. So much the more our carver's excellence, therefore I keep it Lovely, apart.] Lovely, i. e. charily, with more than ordinary regard and tenderness. The Oxford Editor reads, Lonely, apart. As if it could be apart without Which lets go by fome fixteen years; and make her, As fhe liv'd now. Leo. As now fhe might have done, So much to my good comfort, as it is Now piercing to my foul. Oh, thus fhe ftood; Per. And give me leave, And do not fay 'tis fuperftition, that I kneel, and then implore her bleffing.Lady, Paul. O, patience ®; The ftatue is but newly fix'd; the colour's Cam. My Lord, your forrow was too fore laid on, Which fixteen winters cannot blow away, So many fummers, dry: fcarce any joy Did ever fo long live; no forrow, But kill'd itfelf much fooner. Pol. Dear my brother, Let him, that was the cause of this, have power Will piece up in himself. Paul. Indeed, my Lord, If I had thought, the fight of my poor image I'd not have fhew'd it. Leo. Do not draw the curtain. Paul. No longer fhall you gaze on't, left your fancy 8 O patience.] That is, Stay a while, be not fo eager. May May think anon, it move. Leo. Let be, let be; , Would I were dead, but that, methinks, already What was he, that did make it? fee, my Lord, Would you not deem, it breath'd; and that those veins Did verily bear blood? Pol. Masterly done! The very life feems warm upon her lip. Paul. I'll draw the curtain. My Lord's almoft fo far tranfported, that Leo. O fweet Paulina, Make me to think fo twenty years together: Paul. I'm forry, Sir, I have thus far ftirr'd you; but I could afflict you further. Leo. Do, Paulina; For this affliction has a tafte as fweet As any cordial comfort. Still, methinks, There is an air comes from her. What fine chizzel Could ever yet cut breath? let no man mock me, For I will kifs her. Paul. Good my Lord, forbear; The ruddinefs upon her lip is wet; You'll marr it, if you kifs it; ftain your own Per. So long could I Stand by, a looker on. Paul. Either forbear. Quit prefently the chapel, or refolve you Leo. What you can make her do, Paul. It is requir'd, You do awake your faith: then, all stand still: I am about, let them depart. Leo. Proceed; No foot fhall ftir. Paul. Mufick; awake her: ftrike. [Mufick. 'Tis time, defcend; be ftone no more; approach, You kill her double. Nay, present your hand; Leo. Oh, the's warm; If this be magick, let it be an art [Embracing her. - Pol. |