i Gent. The ignity of this act was worth the Shep. And so have I, boy. audience of kings and princes; for by such was Clo. So you have :--but I was a gentleman it acted.

born before my father : for the king's son took 3 Gent. One of the prettiest touches of all, me by the band, and called me, brother; and then and that which angled for mine eyes, (caught the the two kings called my father, brother; and water, though not the fish,) was, when at the then the prince, my brother, and the princess, my relation of the queen's death, with the manner sister, called my father, fathe. i and so we wept ; how she came to it, (bravely confessed, and la- and there was the first gentleman-like tears that mented by the king) how attentiveness wounded ever we shed. his daughter: till, from one sign of dolour to Shep. We may live, son, to shed many more. auother, she did, with an alas ! I would fain say, Clo. Ay; or else 'twere hard luck, being in 80 bleed tears; for, I am sure, my heart wept blood. preposterous estate as we are. Who was most marble there, changed colour ; Aut. I humbly beseech you, sir, to pardon me some swooned, all sorrowed: if all the world all the faults I have committed to your worship, could have seen it, the woe had been universal. and to give me your good report to the prince my

1 Gent. Are they returned to the court ? master.

3 Gent. No: the princess hearing of her mother's Shep. 'Pr'ythee, son, do; for we must be statue, which is in the keeping of Paulina,- -a gentle, now we are gentlemen. piece many years in doing, and now newly per- Clo. Thou wilt amend thy life? formed by that rare Italian master', Julio Romano; Aut. Ay, an it like your good worship. who, had he himself eternity, and could put breath Clo. Give me thy hand : I will swear to the into his work, would beguile nature of ber cus- prince, thou art as honest a true fellow as any is tom, so perfectly he is her ape: he so near to in Bohemia. Hermione bath done Hermione, that, they say, Shep. You may say it, but not swear it. one would speak to her, and stand in hope of Clo, Not swear it, now I am a gentleman ? answer: thither, with all greediness of affection, | Let boors and franklins say it, I'll swear it. are they gone; and there they intend to sup. Shep. How if it be false, son ?

1 Gent. I thought, she had some great matter Clo. If it be ne'er so false, a true gentleman there in hand; for she hath privately, twice or may swear it, in the behalf of his friend :-And thrice a day, ever since the death of Hermione, I'll swear to the prince, thou art a tall fellow of visited that removed house. Shall we thither, thy hands, and that thou wilt not be drunk ; but and with our company piece the rejoicing ? I know, thou art no tall fellow of thy hands, and

3 Gent. Who would be thence, that has the that thou wilt be drunk; but I'll swear it; and benefit of access? every wink of an eye, some I would, thou would'st be a tall fellow of thy new grace will be born : our absence makes us hands. unthrifty to our knowledge. Let's along.

Aut. I will prove so, sir, to my power.

[exeunt Gentlemen. Clo. Ay, by any means prove a tall fellow; Il Aut. Now, had I not the dash of my former I do not wonder, how thou darest venture to be life in me, would preferment drop on my head. drunk, not being a tall fellow, trust me not.-I brought the old man and his son aboard the Hark! the kings and the princes, our kindred, prince; told him, I heard him talk of a fardel, are going to see the queen's picture. Come, and I know not what: but he at that time, over- follow us : we'll be thy good masters. [exeunt. fond of the shepherd's daughter, (so be then took SCENE III. THE SAME, A ROOM IN PAULINA'S her to be,) who began to be much sea-sick, and bimself little better, extremity of weather contin-Enter Leontes, Polirenes, Florizel, Perdita, Cauing, this mystery remained undiscovered. But millo, Paulina, Lords, and Attendants. 'tis all one to me: for had I been the finder-out Leon. O grave and good Paulina, the great of this secret, it would not have relished among That I have had of thee!

(comfort my other discredits.

Paul. What, sovereign sir,
Enter Shepherd and Clown.

I did not well, I meant well : All my services, Here come those I have done good to against my You have paid home: but that you have vouchsafd • will, and already appearing in the blossoms of With your crown'd brother, and these your contheir fortune.

tracted Shep. Come, boy; I am past more children; Heirs of your kingdoms, my poor house to visit, but thy sons and daughters will be all gentlemen | It is a surplus of your grace, which never bord,

My life may last to answer. Clo. You are well met, sir: you denied to fight Leon. O Paulina, with me this other day, because I was no gentle- We honour you with trouble: but we came man born: See you these clothes ? say, you see To see the statue of our queen : your gallery them not, and think me still no gentleman born: Have we pass'd through, not without much con you were best say, these robes are not gentlemen born. Give me the lie; do; and try whether I In many singularities; but we saw not am not now a gentleman born.

That wbich my daughter came to look upou, Aut. I know, you are now, sir, a gentleman born. The statue of her mother. Clo Ay, and have been so any time these four Paul. As she liv'd peerless,

So her dead likeness, I do well belove;




you; but

Excels whatever yet you look'd upon,

Pol. Masterly done :
Or hand of man hath done; therefore I keep it The very life seems warm upon her lip.
Lonely, apart : But here it is : prepare

Leon. The fixure of her eye has motion in't, To see the life as lively mock'd, as ever

As we are mock'd with art. Still sleep mock'd death : bebold; and say, 'tis Paul. l'll draw the curtain ; well.

My lord's almost so far transported, that [Paulina undraws a curtain, and discovers a statue. He'll think anon, it lives. I like your silence, it the more shows off

Leon. O sweet Paulina, Your wonder : But yet speak;—first, you, my Make me to think so twenty years together ; liege.

No settled senses of the world can match Comes it not something near ?

The pleasure of that madness. Let 't alone Leon. Her natural posture !

Paul. I am sorry, sir, I have thus far stirr'd
Chide me, dear stone; that I may say, indeed,
Thou art Hermione: or, rather, thou art she, I could afflict you further.
In thy not chiding; for she was as tender,

Leon. Do, Paulina;
As infancy, and grace. - But yet, Paulina, For this affliction has a taste as sweet
Herinione was not so much wrinkled ; nothing As any cordial comfort.—Still, methinks,
So aged, as this seems.

There is an air comes from her: Wbat fine chisse) Pol. O, not by much.

Could ever yet cut breath ? Let no man mock me, Paul. So much the more our carver's excellence; For I will kiss her. Which lets go by some sixteen years, and makes Paul. Good my lord, forbear ; her

The ruddiness upon her lip is wet; As she liv'd now.

You'll mar it, if you kiss it; stain your own Leon. As now she might have done,

With oily painting : Shall I draw the curtain ? So much to my good comfort, as it is

Leon. No, not these twenty years. Now piercing to my soul. 0, thus she stood, Per. So long could I Even with such life of majesty, (warm life, Stand by, a looker ou. As now it coldly stands,) when first I wou'd her! Paul. Either forbear, I am asham'd: Does not the stone rebuke me, Quit presently the chapel ; or resolve you For being more stone than it ?--0, royal piece, For more amazement: If you can behold it, There's magic in thy majesty; which has I'll make the statue move indeed ; descend, My evils conjur'd to remembrance; and

And take you by the hand: but then you'll thiuko From thy admiring daughter took the spirits, (Which I protest against,) I am assisted Standing like stone with thee!

By wicked powers. Per. And give me leave;

Leon. What you can make her do,
And do not say, 'tis superstition, that

I am content to look on : what to speak,
I kneel, and then implore her blessing.–Laily, I am content to hear; for 'tis as easy
Dear queen, that ended when I but began, To make her speak, as move.
Give me that hand of yours, to kiss.

Puul. It is requir'd,
Paul. O, patience;

You do awake your faith : Then, all stand sthl; The statue is but newly fix'd, the colour's Or those, that think it is unlawful business Not dry.

I am about, let them depart. Cam. My lord, your sorrow was too sore laid

Leon. Proceed ; Which sixteen winters cannot blow away, [on No foot shall stir. So many suinmers, dry : scarce any joy

Paul. Music; awake her : strikc.- (music. Did ever so long live; no surrow,

'Tis time ; descend; be stone no more ; approach ; But kill'd itself much sooner.

Strike all that look upon with marvel. Come; Pol. Dear my brother,

l'll fill your grave up: stir ; nay, come away ; Let bim, that was the cause of this, have power Bequeath to death your numbness, for from him To take off so much grief from you, as he Deur life redeems you. You perceive, she stirs ; Will piece up in himself.

(Hermione comes down from the pedestal. Paul. Indeed, my lord,

Start not: her actions shall be holy, as, If I had thought the sight of my poor image You hear, my spell is lawful: do not shun her, Would thus have wrought you, (for the stone is Until you see her die again; for then mine,)

You kill her double : Nay, present your hand: I'd not have show'd it.

When she was young, you woo'd her ; now, in Leon. Do not draw the curtain.

Is she become the suitor.

ge Paul. No longer shall you guze ou’t; lest your Leon. O, she's warm !

[embracing her. fancy

If this be magic, let it be an art May think anun, it moves.

Lawful as eating. Leon. Let be, let be,

Pol. She embraces him. Would I were dead, but that, methiuks, already- Cam. She hangs about bis neck ; What was he that did make it?-See, my lord, If she pertain to life, let her speak too. Would you not deem, it breath'd? and that those Pol. Ay, and inake't manifest where she has veins

liv'il, Did verily bear blood ?

Or, how stolen from the drad?


Paul. That she is living,

Leon. O peace, Paulina ; +1 12:55 147 ci Were it but told you, should be hooted at Thou should'st a husband take by my consent, Liko an old tale ; but it appears, she lives, As I by thine, a wife: this is a match, Though yet she speak not. Mark a little while. And made between's by vows. Thou hast found Please you to interpose, fair madam'; kneel, And pray your mother's blessing.–Turn, good But how, is to be question'd: for I saw her, lady; As I thought, dead ; and have, in vain, said

many Our Perdita is found. (Perdita kneels to Her. A prayer upon her grave: I'll not seek far Her. You gods, look down, .'11; L

(For him, I partly know his mind,) to find thee And from your sacred vials pour your graces An honourable husband :--Come, Camillo, Upon 'my daughter's head! – Tell me, mine own, And take her by the hand : whose worth, and Where bast thou been preserv'd? where liy'd ? honesty, how found

Is richly noted ; and here justified Thy father's court? for thou shalt hear, that I,– By us, a pair of kings.—Let’s from this place. — Knowing by Paulina, that the oracle


Look upon my brother :-both your Gave bope thou wast in being, -have preserv'd

pardons, Myself, to see the issue.

That e'er I put between your holy looks Paul. There's time enough for that;

My ill suspicion.--This your son-in-law, Lest they desire, upon this push, to trouble And son unto the king, (whom heavens directing,) Your joys with like relation.—Go together, Is trotb-plight to your daughter. -Good Paulisa, You precious winners all : your exultation Lead us from hence ; where we may leisurely Partake to overy one. I, an old turtle,

Each one demand, and answer to his part Will wing me to some wither'd bough; and there Perfi rm'd in this wide gap of time, since first My mate, that's never to be found again, We were dissever'd: Hastily lead away. [erozat. Lament, til I am lost.

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Tro. Patience herself, what goddess o'er she be, Enter Troilus, armed; and Pandurus.

Doth lesser bleuch at sufferance tban I do. Tro. CALL bere my varlet, I'll unarm again: At Priam's royal table do I sit: Why should I war without the walls of Troy, And, when fair Cressid comes into my thoughts That find such cruel battle here within ?

So, traitor!-- when she comes ! - When is she Each Trojan, that is master of his heart,

thence Let bim to field; Troilus, alas! hath none.

Pan. Well, she look'd yesternight fairer than Pan. Will this geer ne'er be mended ? Tro. The Greeks are strong, and skilful to I saw her look, or any woman else. their strength,

Tro. I was about to tell thee, When my Fierce to their skill, and to their fierceness valiant;

heart, But I am weaker than a woman's tear,

As wedged with a sigh, would rive in twain; Tamer than sleep, fonder than ignorance ;

Lest Hector or my father should perceive me, Less valiant than the virgin in the night,

I have (as when the sun doth light a storm,) And skill-less as unpractis'd infancy.

Bury'd this sigh in wrinkle of a smile: Pan. Well, I have told you enough of this: But sorrow, that is couch'd in seeming gladness, for my part, I'll not meddle nor make no further. Is like that mirth, fate turns to sudden sadness. He, that will have a cake out of the wheat, must Pan. An her hair were not somewhat darker tarry the grinding.

than Helen's, (well, go to,) there were no more Tro. Have I not tarried ?

comparison between the women,- But, for my Pan. Ay, the grinding; but you must tarry part, she is my kinswoman; I would not, as they the bolting.

term it, praise her,- But I would somebody bad Tro. Have not tarried ?

heard her talk yesterday, as I did. I will not Pan. Ay, the bolting; but you must tarry dispraise your sister Cassandra's wit; butthe leavening.

Tro. O Pandarus! I tell thee, Pandarus, Tro. Still have I tarried.

When I do tell thee, There my hopes lie drown's, Pan. Ay, to the leavening: but here's yet in Reply not in how many fathoms deep

2,1 the word-hereafter, the kneading the making They lie indrench'd.

I tell thee, I am

mad of the cake, the heating of the oven, and the In Cressid's love: Thou answer’st, She is fair ; baking; nay, you must stay the cooling too, or Pourist in the open ulcer of my heart you may chance to burn your lips.

Her eyes, her hair, her cheeks, her gait, lier voice ;


my labour.

Handlest in thy discourse, O, that her hand, Tro. By whom, Æneas ?
In whose comparison all whites are ink,

Æne. Troilus, by Menelaus. Writing their own reproach; to whose soft Tro. Let Paris bleed : 'tis but a scar to scorn; seizure

Paris is gor'd with Menelaus' horn. (alarus. The cygnet's down is harsh, and spirit of sense Æne. Hark! what good sport is out of town Hard as the palm of ploughman! this thou tell'st



Tro. Better at home, if would I might, were me, As true thou tell'st me, when I say—I love her: But, to the sport abroad ;- Are you bound thither? But, saying thus, instead of oil and balm,

Æne. In all swift haste. Thou lay'st in every gash that love hath given me, Tro. Come, go we then together. [exeunt The knife that made it. Pan. I speak no more than truth.

Enter Cressida and Alexander. Tro. Thou dost not speak so much.

Cres. Who were those went by? Pan. 'Faith, I'll not meddle in't. Let her be Aler. Queen Hecuba and Helen. as she is: if she be fair, 'tis the better for her ; Cres. And whither go they ? an she be not, she has the mends in ber own Aler. Up to the eastern tower, hands.

Whose height commands as subject all the rale, Üro. Good Pandarus ! how now, Pandarus? To see the battle. Hector, whose patience

Pan. I have had my labour for my travel ; Is, as a virtue, fix'd, to-day was mor’d: ill-thought on of her, and ill-thought on of you : He chid Andromache, and struck bis armourer; gone between and between, but small thanks for And, like as there were husbandry in war,

Before the sun rose, he was harness'd light, Tro. What, art thou angry, Paudarus ? what, And to the field goes he; where every flower with me?

Did, as a prophet, weep what it foresa w Pan. Because she is kin to me, therefore, sbe's In Hector's wrath. wot so fair as Helen : an she were not kin to me, Cres. What was his cause of anger? she would be as fair on Friday, as Helen is on

Alex. The noise goes, this : There is among Sunday. But what care I? I care not, an she

the Greeks were black-a-moor; 'tis all one to me.

A lord of Trojan blood, nephew to Hector; Tro. Say I, she is not fair ?

They call him, Ajax. Pan. I do not care whether you do or no. Cres. Good; and wbat of him? Sho's a fool to stay behind her father ; let her to Aler. They say he is a very man per se, the Greeks; and so I'll tell her the next time I And stands alone. see her: for my part, I'll meddle nor make no Cres. So do all men ; unless they are drunk, more in the matter.

sick, or have no legs. Tro. Pandarus,

Alex. This man, lady, bath robbed many Pan. Not I.

beasts of their particular additions; he is as Tro. Sweet Pandarus,

valiant as the lion, cburlish as the bear, slow as Pan. Pray you, speak no more to me; I will the elephant: a man, into whom nature hath so leave all as I found it, and there an end.

crowded bumours, that his valour is crushed

(ex. Pan. ;-alarum. into folly, his fully sauced with discretion : there Tro. Peace, you ungracious clamours ! peace, is nó man hath a virtue, that he hath not a glimpse rude sounds!

of; nor any man an attaint, but he carries some Fools on both sides! Helen must needs be fair, stain of it: he is melancholy without cause, and When with your blood you daily paint her thus merry against the hair ; he hath the joints of I cannot fight upon this argument;

every thing; but every thing so out of joint, that It is too stary'd a subject for my sword.

he is a gouty Briareus, many hands and no use; But Pandarus— gods, how do you plague me! or purblind Argus, all eyes and no sight. I cannot come to Cressid, but by Pandar;

Cres. But bow should this man, that makes And he's as tetchy to be woo'd to woo,

me smile, make Hector angry? As she is stubborn-chaste against all suit.

Alex. They say, he yesterday coped Hector in Tell me, Apollo, for thy Daphne's love,

the battle, and struck him down: the disdain What Cressid is, what Pandar, and what we? and shame whereuf bath ever since kept Hector Her bed is India : there she lies, a pearl:

fasting and waking. Between our Ilium, and where she resides,

Enter Pandarus.
Let it be call'd the wild and wandering flood;

Cres. Who comes here?
Ourself, the merchant; and this sailing Pandar, Alex. Madam, your uncle Pandarus.
Our doubtful hope, our convoy, and our bark. Cres. Hector's a gallant man.
Alarum. Enter Æneas.

Alex. As may be in the world, lady.
Æne. How now, prince Troilus? wherefore Pan. What's that? what's that?
not a-field?

Cres. Good morrow, uncle Pandarus. I'ro. Because not there; this womau's answer Pan. Good morrow, cousin Cressid: What sorts,

do you talk of?-Good morrow, Alexander. For it is to be from thence.

How do you, cousin ? - When were you at What news, Æneas, from the field to day?

Ene. Tbat Paris is return'd home, and burt. Cres. This morning, uucle.

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