5.3.0.13184Enter Leontes, Polixenes, Florizel, Perdita, Camillo, 3185Paulina, Lords, etc. O grave and good Paulina, the great comfort
That I have had of thee! What, sovereign sir,
5.3.33189I did not well, I meant well. All my services
5.3.43190You have paid home, but that you have vouchsafed
5.3.53191With your crowned brother and these your contracted
5.3.63192Heirs of your kingdoms, my poor house to visit,
5.3.73193It is a surplus of your grace which never
My life may last to answer. O Paulina,
5.3.93196We honor you with trouble, but we came
5.3.103197To see the statue of our queen. Your gallery
5.3.113198Have we passed through, not without much content
5.3.133200That which my daughter came to look upon,
The statue of her mother. As she lived peerless,
5.3.173205Or hand of man hath done. Therefore I keep it
5.3.193207To see the life as lively mocked as ever
[Drawing aside curtain to reveal Hermione as a statue]
Still sleep mocked death. Behold, and say 'tis well.
5.3.213209I like your silence; it the more shows off
5.3.223210Your wonder, but yet speak. First you, my liege,
Comes it not something near? Her natural posture.
5.3.243213Chide me, dear stone, that I may say indeed
5.3.253214Thou art Hermione -- or rather, thou art she
5.3.263215In thy not chiding, for she was as tender
5.3.283217Hermione was not so much wrinkled, nothing
So aged as this seems. O, not by much.
So much the more our carver's excellence,
5.3.313221Which lets go by some sixteen years and makes her
As she lived now. As now she might have done,
5.3.343225Now piercing to my soul. O, thus she stood,
5.3.353226Even with such life of majesty -- warm life,
5.3.363227As now it coldly stands -- when first I wooed her.
5.3.373228I am ashamed; does not the stone rebuke me
5.3.383229For being more stone than it? O royal piece!
5.3.413232From thy admiring daughter took the spirits,
Standing like stone with thee. And give me leave,
5.3.443236I kneel and then implore her blessing. Lady,
5.3.453237Dear Queen, that ended when I but began,
Give me that hand of yours to kiss. O, patience!
5.3.473240The statue is but newly fixed; the color's
Not dry. My Lord, your sorrow was too sore laid on,
But killed itself much sooner. Dear my brother,
5.3.533248Let him that was the cause of this have power
5.3.543249To take off so much grief from you as he
Will piece up in himself. Indeed, my lord,
5.3.563252If I had thought the sight of my poor image
5.3.573253Would thus have wrought you -- for the stone is mine --
[Moves to draw curtain]
I'd not have showed it. Do not draw the curtain.
No longer shall you gaze on't, lest your fancy
May think anon it moves. Let be, let be!
5.3.613259Would I were dead but that me thinks already --
5.3.623260What was he that did make it? See, my lord,
5.3.633261Would you not deem it breathed? And that those veins
Did verily bear blood? Masterly done.
The fixure of her eye has motion in't,
As we are mocked with art. I'll draw the curtain.
5.3.683268My Lord's almost so far transported that
He'll think anon it lives. O sweet Paulina,
5.3.703271Make me to think so twenty year together;
5.3.713272No settled senses of the world can match
5.3.723273The pleasure of that madness. Let't alone.
I am sorry, sir, I have thus far stirred you, but
I could afflict you farther. Do, Paulina.
5.3.753277For this affliction has a taste as sweet
5.3.773279There is an air comes from her. What fine chisel
5.3.783280Could ever yet cut breath? Let no man mock me,
For I will kiss her. Good, my lord, forbear.
5.3.813284You'll mar it if you kiss it, stain your own
5.3.823285With oily painting. Shall I draw the curtain?
No, not these twenty years.
No, not these twenty years. So long could I
Stand by, a looker-on. Either forbear,
5.3.853290Quit presently the chapel, or resolve you
5.3.863291For more amazement; if you can behold it,
5.3.873292I'll make the statue move indeed, descend
5.3.883293And take you by the hand; but then you'll think --
5.3.893294Which I protest against -- I am assisted
By wicked powers. What you can make her do,
To make her speak as move. It is required
5.3.943301You do awake your faith; then, all stand still.
5.3.953302Or those that think it is unlawful business
I am about, let them depart. Proceed.
No foot shall stir. Music! Awake her! Strike!
5.3.983307[To Hermione] 'Tis time! Descend! Be stone no more! Approach!
5.3.993308Strike all that look upon with marvel. Come!
5.3.1003309I'll fill your grave up. Stir! Nay, come away;
5.3.1013310Bequeath to death your numbness, for from him
[To Leontes] You perceive she stirs.
5.3.1043313You hear my spell is lawful;
[To Leontes] do not shun her
5.3.1063315You kill her double. Nay, present your hand.
5.3.1073316When she was young, you wooed her; now, in age,
Is she become the suitor? O, she's warm!
Lawful as eating. She embraces him.
She hangs about his neck --
Ay, and make it manifest where she has lived,
Or how stolen from the dead? That she is living,
5.3.1173329Though yet she speak not. Mark a little while.
5.3.1183330[To Perdita] Please you to interpose, fair madam. Kneel,
5.3.1193331And pray your mother's blessing;
[To Hermione] Turn, good lady;
Our Perdita is found! You gods, look down,
5.3.1233336Where hast thou been preserved? Where lived? How found
5.3.1243337Thy father's court? For thou shalt hear that I,
5.3.1263339Gave hope thou wast in being, have preserved
Myself to see the issue. There's time enough for that,
5.3.1323346Will wing me to some withered bough, and there
5.3.1333347My mate -- that's never to be found again --
Lament, till I am lost. O peace, Paulina!
5.3.1373352And made between's by vows. Thou hast found mine --
5.3.1393354As I thought, dead, and have in vain said many
5.3.1413356For him I partly know his mind, to find thee
5.3.1433358And take her by the hand, whose worth and honesty
5.3.1453360By us, a pair of kings. Let's from this place.
5.3.1463361[To Hermione] What? Look upon my brother. Both your pardons
5.3.1493364And son unto the king, whom heavens directing,
5.3.1503365Is troth-plight to your daughter. Good Paulina,
5.3.1533368Performed in this wide gap of time since first