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2 Gent. I thought, fhe had fome great matter there in hand, for fhe hath privately, twice or thrice a-day, ever fince the death of Hermione, visited that removed houfe. Shall we thither, and with our company piece the rejoycing?
I Gent. Who would be thence, that has the benefit of access? every wink of an eye, some new grace will be born: our abfence makes us unthrifty to our knowledge. Let's along. [Exeunt.
Aut. Now, had not I the dash of my former life in me, would preferment drop on my head. I brought the old man and his fon aboard the prince; told him, I heard them talk of a farthel, and I know not what: but he at that time, over-fond of the fhepherd's daughter (fo he then took her to be) who began to be much feafick, and himself little better, extremity of weather continuing, this mystery remained undiscover'd. But 'tis all one to me; for had I been the finder out of this fecret, it would not have relish'd among my other difcredits.
Enter Shepherd, and Clown.
Here come those I have done good to against my will, and already appearing in the bloffoms of their fortune.
Shep. Come, boy, I am past more children; but thy fons and daughters will be all gentlemen born.
Clo. You are well met, fir; [to Autolicus.] you denied to fight with me the other day, because I was no gentleman born : fee you these cloths? fay, you fee them not, and think me still no gentleman 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, fir, a gentleman born.
Clo. So you have; but I was a gentleman born before my father: for the king's fon took me by the hand, and call'd me brother; and then the two kings call'd my father brother; and Ffff
then the prince my brother, and the princess my fifter call'd my father, father; and fo we wept: and there was the first gentlemanlike tears that ever we shed.
Shep. We may live, fon, to fhed many more.
Clo. Ay, or elfe'twere hard luck, being in fo prepofterous estate
as we are.
Aut. I humbly befeech you, fir, to pardon me all the faults I have committed to your worship, and to give me your good report to the prince, my mafter.
Shep. Pr'ythee, fon, 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 fwear to the prince, thou art as honeft a true fellow as any is in Bithynia.
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 false, son?
Clo. If it be ne'er fo false, 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't be a tall fellow of thy hands.
Aut. I'll prove fo, fir, 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, trust me not. Hark! the kings and the princes our kindred are going to fee the queen's picture. Come, follow us: we'll be thy good masters. [Exeunt.
Enter Leontes, Polixenes, Florizel, Perdita, Camillo, Paulina, Lords, and Attendants.
Grave and good Paulina, the great comfort
Pau. What, fovereign fir,
I did not well, I meant well; all my services
You have pay'd home. But that you have youchsaf'd,
Leo. O Paulina,
We honour you with trouble; but we came
Have we pafs'd through, not without much content,
That which my daughter came to look upon,
The ftatue of her mother.
Pau. As the liv'd peerless,
So her dead likeness, I do well believe,
Or hand of man hath done; therefore I keep it
Lonely, apart. But here it is: prepare
To fee the life as lively mock'd, as ever
Still fleep mock'd death: behold; and fay, 'tis well.
[Pau. draws a curtain, and difcovers Her. ftanding like a ftatue.
I like your filence, it the more fhows off
Your wonder: but yet speak; first you, my liege,
Leo. Her natural posture!
Chide me, dear ftone, that I may fay, indeed,
Thou art Hermione; or, rather, thou art she,
Pol. O, not by much.
Pau. So much the more our carver's excellence, Which lets go by fome fixteen years, and makes her As fhe liv'd now.
Leo. As now fhe might have done,
Per. And give me leave,
And do not say, 'tis fuperftition, that
Pau. O, patience;
The statue is but newly fix'd; the colour's
Cam. My lord, your forrow was too fore lay'd on, Which fixteen winters cannot blow away,
So many fummers dry; fcarce any joy
But kill'd itself much fooner.
Pol. Dear my brother,
Let him that was the cause of this, have power
Will piece up in himself.
Pau. Indeed, my lord,
If I had thought the fight of my poor image
Leo. Do not draw the curtain.
Pau. No longer shall you gaze on't, left your fancy May think anon, it move.
Leo. Let be, let be:
Would I were dead, but that, methinks, already –
Pol. Mafterly done!
The very life feems warm upon her lip.
Leo. The fixure of her eye has motion in't,
As we were mock'd with art.
Pau. I'll draw the curtain:
My lord's almost so far transported, that
Leo. O fweet Paulina,
Make me to think fo twenty years together:
Leo. 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 chifel
Pau. Good my lord, forbear: