The Winter's Tale (Folio 1, 1623)
Peer Reviewed
¶
Scæna Tertia.
¶
Enter Leontes, Polixenes, Florizell, Perdita, Camillo,
3185Paulina: Hermione (like a Statue:) Lords, &c.
¶Leo. O graue and good Paulina, the great comfort
¶That I haue had of thee?
¶Paul. What (Soueraigne Sir)
¶I did not well, I meant well: all my Seruices
3190You haue pay'd home. But that you haue vouchsaf'd
¶(With your Crown'd Brother, and these your contracted
¶It is a surplus of your Grace, which neuer
3195Leo. O Paulina,
¶We honor you with trouble: but we came
¶To see the Statue of our Queene. Your Gallerie
¶Haue we pass'd through, not without much content
3200That which my Daughter came to looke vpon,
¶The Statue of her Mother.
¶Excells what euer yet you look'd vpon,
3205Or hand of Man hath done: therefore I keepe it
¶Louely, apart. But here it is: prepare
¶To see the Life as liuely mock'd, as euer
¶Still Sleepe mock'd Death: behold, and say 'tis well.
¶Comes it not something neere?
¶Chide me (deare Stone) that I may say indeed
¶Thou art Hermione; or rather, thou art she,
3215In thy not chiding: for she was as tender
¶As Infancie, and Grace. But yet (Paulina)
¶Hermione was not so much wrinckled, nothing
¶So aged as this seemes.
¶Pol. Oh, not by much.
3220Paul. So much the more our Caruers excellence,
¶As she liu'd now.
¶So much to my good comfort, as it is
¶I am asham'd: Do's not the Stone rebuke me,
¶For being more Stone then it? Oh Royall Peece:
3230There's Magick in thy Maiestie, which ha's
¶My Euils coniur'd to remembrance; and
¶From thy admiring Daughter tooke the Spirits,
¶Standing like Stone with thee.
¶Perd. And giue me leaue,
¶Deere Queene, that ended when I but began,
¶Paul. O, patience:
3240The Statue is but newly fix'd; the Colour's
¶Not dry.
¶Which sixteene Winters cannot blow away,
¶So many Summers dry: scarce any Ioy
3245Did euer so long liue; no Sorrow,
¶Pol. Deere my Brother,
¶Let him, that was the cause of this, haue powre
¶To take-off so much griefe from you, as he
3250Will peece vp in himselfe.
¶Paul. Indeed my Lord,
¶If I had thought the sight of my poore Image
¶Would thus haue wrought you (for the Stone is mine)
¶Il'd not haue shew'd it.
3255Leo. Doe not draw the Curtaine.
¶May thinke anon, it moues.
¶Leo. Let be, let be:
¶Would I were dead, but that me thinkes alreadie.
3260(What was he that did make it?) See (my Lord)
¶Would you not deeme it breath'd? and that those veines
¶Did verily beare blood?
¶The very Life seemes warme vpon her Lippe.
3265Leo. The fixure of her Eye ha's motion in't,
¶As we are mock'd with Art.
¶Paul. Ile draw the Curtaine:
¶Hee'le thinke anon it liues.
¶Make me to thinke so twentie yeeres together:
¶No setled Sences of the World can match
3275I could afflict you farther.
¶Leo. Doe Paulina:
¶As any Cordiall comfort. Still me thinkes
¶There is an ayre comes from her. What fine Chizzell
3280Could euer yet cut breath? Let no man mock me,
¶Paul. Good my Lord, forbeare:
3285With Oyly Painting: shall I draw the Curtaine.
¶Perd. So long could I
¶Stand-by, a looker-on.
¶Paul. Either forbeare,
¶For more amazement: if you can behold it,
¶Ile make the Statue moue indeed; descend,
¶And take you by the hand: but then you'le thinke
3295By wicked Powers.
¶Leo. What you can make her doe,
¶I am content to looke on: what to speake,
¶I am content to heare: for 'tis as easie
¶To make her speake, as moue.
3300Paul. It is requir'd
¶I am about, let them depart.
¶Leo. Proceed:
¶'Tis time: descend: be Stone no more: approach:
¶Strike all that looke vpon with meruaile: Come:
¶Ile fill your Graue vp: stirre: nay, come away:
¶Start not: her Actions shall be holy, as
¶You heare my Spell is lawfull: doe not shun her,
¶Vntill you see her dye againe; for then
3315You kill her double: Nay, present your Hand:
¶When she was young, you woo'd her: now, in age,
¶Is she become the Suitor?
¶If this be Magick, let it be an Art
3320Lawfull as Eating.
¶Pol. She embraces him.
¶Cam. She hangs about his necke,
3325Or how stolne from the dead?
¶Were it but told you, should be hooted at
¶Like an old Tale: but it appeares she liues,
¶Our Perdita is found.
¶Her. You Gods looke downe,
¶And from your sacred Viols poure your graces
3335Vpon my daughters head: Tell me (mine owne)
¶Thy Fathers Court? For thou shalt heare that I
¶Knowing by Paulina, that the Oracle
¶Paul. There's time enough for that,
¶Your ioyes, with like Relation. Go together
¶You precious winners all: your exultation
3345Partake to euery one: I (an old Turtle)
¶Will wing me to some wither'd bough, and there
¶My Mate (that's neuer to be found againe)
¶Lament, till I am lost.
¶Leo. O peace Paulina:
¶As I by thine a Wife. This is a Match,
¶And made betweene's by Vowes. Thou hast found mine,
¶(As I thought) dead: and haue (in vaine) said many
3355A prayer vpon her graue. Ile not seeke farre
¶(For him, I partly know his minde) to finde thee
¶An honourable husband. Come Camillo,
¶Is richly noted: and heere iustified
3360By Vs, a paire of Kings. Let's from this place.
¶What? looke vpon my Brother: both your pardons,
¶That ere I put betweene your holy lookes
¶And Sonne vnto the King, whom heauens directing
3365Is troth-plight to your daughter. Good Paulina,
¶Leade vs from hence, where we may leysurely
¶Each one demand, and answere to his part
Exeunt.
