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ACT V. SCENE I.—Sicilia. A Room in the Palace of LEONTES.
And left them
More rich, for what they yielded. Enter LEONTES, CLEOMENES, Dion, Paulina, and
Thou speak'st truth. Others.
No more such wives; therefore, no wife: one worse, Cleo. Sir, you have done enough, and have perform'd And better us'd, would make her sainted spirit A saint-like sorrow: no fault could you make, Again possess her corpse; and, on this stage, Which you have not redeem'd; indeed, paid down (Where we offenders now appear) soul-vex'd, More penitence than done trespass. At the last, Begin, “And why to me?” Do, as the heavens have done, forget your evil ;
Had she such power, With them, forgive yourself.
She had just cause.
She had; and would incense me Her, and her virtues, I cannot forget
To murder her I married. My blemishes in them, and so still think of
I should so:
Her eye, and tell me for what dull part in't Destroy'd the sweet'st companion, that e'er man You chose her? then I'd shriek, that even your ears Bred his hopes out of: true.
Should rift to hear me, and the words that follow'd Paul.
Too true, my lord : Should be, “Remember mine." If one by one you wedded all the world,
Stars, stars! Or from the all that are took something good, And all eyes else dead coals.-Fear thou no wife; To make a perfect woman, she you kill'd
I'll have no wife, Paulina. Would be unparallel'd.
Will you swear
I think so.
Never to marry, but by my free leave?
Leon. Never, Paulina; so be bless'd my spirit ! Sorely, to say I did : it is as bitter
Paul. Then, good my lords, bear witness to his oath. Upon thy tongue, as in my thought. Now, good now, Cleo. You tempt him over-much. Say so but seldom.
As like Hermione as is her picture,
Good madam, I have done. Your kindness better.
Paul. Yet, if my lord will marry-if you will, sir, Paul.
You are one of those, No remedy, but you will-give me the office Would have him wed again.
To choose you a queen. She shall not be so young Dion.
If you would not so, As was your former; but she shall be such You pity not the state, nor the remembrance As, walk'd your first queen's ghost, it should take joy Of his most sovereign name; consider little,
To see her in your arms. What dangers, by his highness' fail of issue,
My true Paulina, May drop upon his kingdom, and devour
We shall not marry, till thou bidd'st us. Incertain lookers-on. What were more holy,
That Than to rejoice the former queen is well?
Shall be when your first queen's again in breath: What holier than, for royalty's repair,
Never till then. For present comfort, and for future good,
Enter a Gentleman. To bless the bed of majesty again
Gent. One that gives out himself prince Florizel, With a sweet fellow to't?
Son of Polixenes, with his princess, (she
There is none worthy, The fairest I have yet beheld,) desires access
What! with him ? he comes not For has not the divine Apollo said,
Like to his father's greatness: his approach, Js't not the tenour of his oracle,
So out of circumstance and sudden, tells us That king Leontes shall not have an heir,
'Tis not a visitation fram'd, but forc'd Till his lost child be found? which, that it shall, By need, and accident. What train ? Is all as monstrous to our human reason,
But few, As my Antigonus to break his grave,
And those but mean. And come again to me; who, on my life,
His princess, say you, with him? Did perish with the infant. 'Tis your counsel,
Gent. Ay; the most peerless piece of earth, I think, My lord should to the heavens be contrary,
That e'er the sun shone bright on. Oppose against their wills.-Care not for issue ;
O Hermione! The crown will find an heir : Great Alexander
As every present time doth boast itself Left his to the worthiest, so his successor
Above a better, gone, so must thy grace Was like to be the best.
Give way to what's seen now. Sir, you yourself Leon. Good Paulina,
Have said and writ so, but your writing now Who hast the memory of Hermione,
Is colder than that theme-She had not been, I know, in honour,-0, that ever I
Nor was not to be equallid ;-thus your verse Had squar'd me to thy counsel !-then, even now, Flow'd with her beauty once: 'tis shrewdly ebb’d, I might have look'd upon my queen's full eyes, To say you have seen a better. Have taken treasure from her lips,-
Pardon, madam :
The one I have almost forgot, (your pardon)
For visiting your highness. My best train
I have from your Sicilian shores dismiss’d,
But my arrival, and my wife's, in safety
Here, where we are.
The blessed gods Gent. Women will love her, that she is a woman Purge all infection from our air, whilst you More worth than any man; men, that she is
Do climate here! You have a noble father,
A graceful gentleman, against whose person,
So sacred as it is, I have done sin;
[Exeunt Cleomenes, Lords, and Gentleman. (As he from heaven merits it) with you, He thus should steal upon us.
Worthy his goodness. What might I hare been, Paul.
Had our Prince Might I a son and daughter now have look'd on, (Jewel of children) seen this hour, he had pair'd Such goodly things as you? Well with this lord : there was not full a month
Enter a Lord. Between their births.
Most noble sir, Leon. Pr'ythee, no more: cease! thou know'st, That which I shall report will bear no credit, He dies to me again, when talk'd of: sure,
Were not the proof so nigh. Please you, great sir, When I shall see this gentleman, thy speeches Bohemia greets you from himself by me; Will bring me to consider that, which may
Desires you to attach his son, who has Unfurnish me of reason.- They are come.
(His dignity and duty both cast off) Re-enter CLEOMENES, with FLORIZEL, PERDITA, and Fled from his father, from his hopes, and with Others.
A shepherd's daughter. Your mother was most true to wedlock, prince,
Where's Bohemia? speak. For she did print your royal father off,
Lord. Here in your city; I now came from him: Conceiving you. Were I but twenty-one,
I speak amazedly, and it becomes Your father's image is so hit in you,
My marvel, and my message. To your court
Whiles he was hastening (in the chase, it seems,
Her brother, having both their country quitted
With this young prince. Might thus have stood, begetting wonder as,
Camillo has betray'd me, You, gracious couple, do. And then I lost
Whose honour, and whose honesty, till now, (All mine own folly) the society,
Endur'd all weathers. Amity too, of your brave father; whom,
Lay't so to his charge: Though bearing misery, I desire my life
He's with the king your father. Once more to look on him.
Who? Camillo ? Flo. By his command
Lord. Camillo, sir : I spake with him, who now Have I here touch'd Sicilia; and from him
Has these poor men in question. Never saw I Give you all greetings, that a king, as friend, Wretches so quake: they kneel, they kiss the earth, Can send his brother; and, but infirmity
Forswear themselves as often as they speak : (Which waits upon worn times) hath something seiz'd Bohemia stops his ears, and threatens them His wish'd ability, he had himself
With divers deaths in death. The lands and waters 'twixt your throne and his
O, my poor father! Measur'd to look upon you, whom he loves
The heaven sets spies upon us, will not have (He bade me say so) more than all the sceptres, Our contract celebrated. And those that bear them, living.
You are married ? Leon.
O, my brother! Flo. We are not, sir, nor are we like to be; Good gentleman, the wrongs I have done thee stir The stars, I see, will kiss the valleys first: Afresh within me; and these thy offices,
The odds for high and low's alike. So rarely kind, are as interpreters
When once she is my wife. (At least ungentle) of the dreadful Neptune,
Leon. That once, I see, by your good father's speed, To greet a man not worth her pains, much less Will come on very slowly. I am sorry, Th' adventure of her person?
Most sorry, you have broken from his líking, Flo.
Good, my lord, Where you were tied in duty; and as sorry, She came from Libya.
Your choice is not so rich in worth as beauty, Leon.
Where the warlike Smalus, That you might well enjoy her. That noble, honour'd lord, is fear'd, and lov'd ?
Dear, look up: Flo. Most royal sir, from thence; from him, whose Though fortune, visible an enemy, daughter
Should chase us with my father, power no jot His tears proclaim'd his, parting with her: thence Hath she to change our loves.-Beseech you, sir, (A prosperous south-wind friendly) we have crossid, Remember since you ow'd no more to time To execute the charge my father gave me,
Than I do now; with thought of such affections,
Step forth mine advocate : at your request,
distraction, that they were to be known by garment, My father will grant precious things as trifles. not by favour. Our king, being ready to leap out of Leon. Would he do so, I'd beg your precious mis- himself for joy of his found daughter, as if that joy tress,
were now become a loss, cries, "O, thy mother, thy Which he counts but a trifle.
mother !" then asks Bohemia forgiveness; then emPaul.
Sir, my liege,
braces his son-in-law; then again worries he his Your eye hath too much youth in't: not a month daughter with clipping her: now he thanks the old 'Fore your queen died, she was more worth such gazes shepherd, which stands by, like a weather-beaten Than what you look on now.
conduit of many kings' reigns. I never heard of such Leon.
I thought of her, another encounter, which lames report to follow it, and Even in these looks I made.-But your petition undoes description to show it.
(To FLORIZEL. 2 Gent. What, pray you, became of Antigonus, that Is yet unanswer'd. I will to your father :
carried hence the child? Your honour not o'erthrown by your desires,
3 Gent. Like an old tale still, which will have matter I am a friend to them, and you; upon which errand to rehearse, though credit be asleep, and not an ear I now go toward him. Therefore, follow me, open. He was torn to pieces with a bear: this avouAnd mark what way I make. Come, good my lord. ches the shepherd's son, who has not only his innocence
(Exeunt. (which seems much) to justify him, but a handkerchief, SCENE II.- The Same. Before the Palace.
and rings of his that Paulina knows.
1 Gent. What became of his bark, and his followers ? Enter AutoLycus and a Gentleman,
3 Gent. Wrecked, the same instant of their master's Aut. Beseech you, sir, were you present at this rela- death, and in the view of the shepherd : so that all the tion?
instruments, which aided to expose the child, were even 1 Gent. I was by at the opening of the fardel, heard then lost, when it was found. But, O! the noble comthe old shepherd deliver the manner how he found it: / bat, that 'twixt joy and sorrow was fought in Paulina! whereupon, after a little amazedness, we were all com- She had one eye declined for the loss of her husband, manded out of the chamber; only this, methought I another elevated that the oracle was fulfilled : she heard the shepherd say, he found the child.
lifted the princess from the earth, and so locks her in Aut. I would most gladly know the issue of it. embracing, as if she would pin her to her heart, that
1 Gent. I make a broken delivery of the business; she might no more be in danger of losing her. but the changes I perceived in the king, and Camillo, 1 Gent. The dignity of this act was worth the audiwere very notes of admiration : they seemed almost, ence of kings and princes, for by such was it acted. with staring on one another, to tear the cases of their 3 Gent. One of the prettiest touches of all, and that eyes; there was speech in their dumbness, language which angled for mine eyes (caught the water, though in their very gesture; they looked, as they had heard not the fish) was, when at the relation of the queen's of a world ransomed, or one destroyed. A notable death, (with the manner how she came to't, heavily passion of wonder appeared in theni; but the wisest confessed, and lamented by the king) how attentivebeholder, that knew no more but seeing, could not say, ness wounded his daughter; till, from one sign of if the importance were joy, or sorrow, but in the ex- dolour to another, she did, with an alas! I would fain tremity of the one it must needs be.
say, bleed tears, for, I am sure, my heart wept blood. Enter another Gentleman.
Who was most marble there changed colour ; some Here comes a gentleman, that, haply, knows more. swooned, all sorrowed : if all the world could have The news, Rogero ?
seen it, the woe had been universal. 2 Gent. Nothing but bonfires. The oracle is ful- 1 Gent. Are they returned to the court ? filled; the king's daughter is found : such a deal of 3 Gent. No: the princess hearing of her mother's wonder is broken out within this hour, that ballad- statue, which is in the keeping of Paulina,—a piece makers cannot be able to express it.
many years in doing, and now newly performed by that Enter a third Gentleman.
rare Italian master, Julio Romano; who, had he himself Here comes the lady Paulina’s steward : he can deliver eternity and could put breath into his work, would you more.—How goes it now, sir? This news, which is beguile nature of her custom, so perfectly he is her called true, is so like an old tale, that the verity of it ape: he so near to Hermione hath done Hermione, is in strong suspicion. Has the king found his heir ? that, they say, one would speak to her, and stand in
3 Gent. Most true, if ever truth were pregnant by hope of answer. Thither with all greediness of affeccircumstance: that which you hear you'll swear you tion, are they gone, and there they intend to sup. see, there is such unity in the proofs. The mantle of 2 Gent. I thought, she had some great matter there queen Hermione ;-her jewel about the neck of it;- in hand, for she hath privately, twice or thrice a day, the letters of Antigonus found with it, which they ever since the death of Hermione, visited that removed know to be his character;-the majesty of the creature, house. Shall we thither, and with our company piece in resemblance of the mother ;-the affection of noble- the rejoicing ? ness, which nature shows above her breeding, and many 1 Gent. Who would be thence, that has the benefit other evidences, proclaim her with all certainty to be of access? every wink of an eye, some new grace will the king's daughter. Did you see the meeting of the be born : our absence makes us unthrifty to our knowtwo kings?
ledge. Let's along. .
[Exeunt Gentlemen. 2 Gent. No.
Aut. Now, had I not the dash of my former life in 3 Gent. Then you have lost a sight, which was to me, would preferment drop on my head. I brought be seen, cannot be spoken of. There might you have the old man and his son aboard the prince; told him beheld one joy crown another; so, and in such manner, I heard them talk of a fardel, and I know not what; that, it seemed, sorrow wept to take leave of them, for but he at that time, over-fond of the shepherd's daughtheir joy waded in tears. There was casting up of ter, (so he then took her to be) who began to be much eyes, holding up of hands, with countenance of such sea-sick, and himself little better, extremity of weather continuing, this mystery remained undiscovered. But Leon.
O Paulina ! 'tis all one to me; for had I been the finder out of We honour you with trouble. But we came this secret, it would not have relished among my other To see the statue of our queen : your gallery discredits.
Have we pass'd through, not without much content Enter Shepherd and Clown, in new apparel. In many singularities, but we saw not Here come those I have done good to against my That which my daughter came to look upon, will, and already appearing in the blossoms of their The statue of her mother. fortune.
As she liv'd peerless, Shep. Come, boy; I am past more children ; but So her dead likeness, I do well believe, thy sons and daughters will be all gentlemen born. Excels whatever yet you look'd upon,
Clo. You are well met, sir. You denied to fight Or hand of man hath done; therefore I keep it with me this other day, because I was no gentleman Lonely, apart. But here it is : prepare born : see you these clothes ? say, you see them not, To see the life as lively mock'd, as ever and think me still no gentleman born : you were best Still sleep mock'd death: behold! and say, 'tis well. say, these robes are not gentlemen born. Give me the [Paulina undraws a curtain, and discovers a statue. lie, do, and try whether I am not now a gentleman born.
Music playing.--A pause. Aut. I know, you are now, sir, a gentleman born. I like your silence : it the more shows off Clo. Ay, and have been so any time these four hours. Your wonder; but yet speak :—first you, my liege. Shep. And so have I, boy.
Comes it not something near? Clo. So you have ;-but I was a gentleman born Leon.
Her natural posture.before my father, for the king's son took me by the Chide me, dear stone, that I may say, indeed, hand, and called me, brother; and then the two kings Thou art Hermione; or, rather, thou art she called my father, brother; and then the prince, my In thy not chiding, for she was as tender brother, and the princess, my sister, called my father, As infancy, and grace.-But yet, Paulina, father; and so we wept; and there was the first gen- Hermione was not so much wrinkled; nothing tleman-like tears that ever we shed.
So aged, as this seems. Shep. We may live, son, to shed many more.
O! not by much. Clo. Ay; or else 'twere hard luck, being in so pre- Paul. So much the more our carver's excellence; posterous estate as we are.
Which lets go by some sixteen years, and makes her Aut. I humbly beseech you, sir, to pardon me all As she liv'd now. the faults I have committed to your worship, and to Leon.
As now she might have done, give me your good report to the prince my master. So much to my good comfort, as it is
Shep. Pr’ytħee, son, do ; for we must be gentle, now Now piercing to my soul. O! thus she stood, we are gentlemen.
Even with such life of majesty, (warm life, Clo. Thou wilt amend thy life?
As now it coldly stands) when first I wood her.
I am asham'd: does not the stone rebuke me,
My evils conjur'd to remembrance; and
Standing like stone with thee. Shep. How if it be false, son ?
And give me leave, Clo. If it be ne'er so false, a true gentleman may And do not say 'tis superstition, that [Kneeling. swear it in the behalf of his friend :-And I'll swear I kneel, and thus implore her blessing.–Lady, to the prince, thou art a tall fellow of thy hands, and Dear queen, that ended when I but began, that thou wilt not be drunk ; but I know, thou art no Give me that hand of yours to kiss. tall fellow of thy hands, and that thou wilt be drunk ; Paul.
0, patience! but I'll swear it, and I would thou would'st be a tall The statue is but newly fix'd, the colour's fellow of thy bands.
Not dry. Aut. I will prove so, sir, to my power.
Cam. My lord, your sorrow was too sore laid on, Clo. Ay, by any means prove a tall fellow : if I do Which sixteen winters cannot blow away, not wonder how thou darest venture to be drunk, not So many summers dry: scarce any joy being a tall fellow, trust me not.--[Trumpets.] Hark! Did ever so long live; no sorrow, the kings and the princes, our kindred, are going to But kill'd itself much sooner. see the queen's picture. Come, follow us : we'ls be Pol.
Dear my brother, thy good masters.
[Exeunt. Let him that was the cause of this have power SCENE III.— The Same. A Chapel in Paulina's
To take off so much grief from you, as he
Will piece up in himself.
Indeed, my lord,
If I had thought, the sight of my poor image Camillo, Paulina, Lords, and Attendants.
Would thus have wrought you, (for the stone is mine) Leon. O! grave and good Paulina, the great comfort I'd not have show'd it.
[Offers to drau. That I have bad of thee!
Do not draw the curtain. Paul.
What, sovereign sir, Paul. No longer shall you gaze on't, lest your fancy
Let be, let be!
What was he that did make it?-See, my lord,
Would you not deem it breath'd, and that those veins Did verily bear blood ?
You kill her double. Nay, present your hand :
When she was young you woo'd her; now, in age, The very life seems warm upon her lip.
Is she become the suitor ? Leon. The fixure of her eye has motion in't,
0! she's warm. (Embracing her. As we are mock'd with art.
If this be magic, let it be an art
Lawful as eating.
She embraces him. [Offers again to draw. Cam. She hangs about his neck. He'll think anon it lives.
If she pertain to life, let her speak too. Leon. 0, sweet Paulina !
Pol. Ay; and make it manifest where she has liv'd, Make me to think so twenty years together :
Or how stol'n from the dead? No settled senses of the world can match
That she is living, The pleasure of that madness. Let 't alone. Were it but told you, should be hooted at
Paul. I am sorry, sir, I have thus far stirr'd you; but Like an old tale; but it appears she lives, I could afflict you farther.
Though yet she speak not. Mark a little while. Leon. Do, Paulina,
Please you to interpose, fair madam: kneel, For this affliction has a taste as sweet
And pray your mother's blessing.–Turn, good lady, As any cordial comfort.--Still, methinks,
Our Perdita is found. [PERDITA kneels to HERMIONE. There is an air comes from her: what fine chisel Her.
You gods, look down, Could ever yet cut breath? Let no man mock me,
And from your sacred vials pour your graces For I will kiss her.
Upon my daughter's head !--Tell me, mine own, Paul. Good my lord, forbear. [She stays him. Where hast thou been preserv'd? where liv'd? howfound The ruddiness upon her lip is wet:
Thy father's court? for thou shalt hear, that I,
Knowing by Paulina that the oracle
Myself to see the issue.
There's time enough for that, Stand by, a looker on.
Lest they desire upon this push to trouble
Your joys with like relation.—Go together,
You precious winners all : your exultation For more amazement. If you can behold it,
Partake to every one. I, an old turtle, I'll make the statue move indeed; descend,
Will wing me to some wither'd bough, and there And take you by the hand; but then you'll think, My mate, that's never to be found again, (Which I protest against) I am assisted
Lament till I am lost. By wicked powers.
What you can make her do, Thou should'st a husband take by my consent, I am content to look on: what to speak,
As I by thine, a wife: this is a match, I am content to hear; for 'tis as easy
And made between's by vows. Thou hast found mine; To make her speak, as move.
But how is to be question’d, for I saw her, Paul.
It is requir'd,
As I thought, dead; and have in vain said many You do awake your faith. Then, all stand still. A prayer upon her grave: I'll not seek far On, those that think it is unlawful business
(For him, I partly know his mind) to find thee I am about; let them depart.
An honourable husband.-Come, Camillo, Leon.
And take her hand, whose worth, and honesty, No foot shall stir.
Is richly noted, and here justified Paul. Music awake her. Strike ! [Music. By us, a pair of kings.- Let's from this place. 'Tis time; descend; be stone no more: approach; What !-Look upon my brother :-both your pardons, Strike all that look upon with marvel. Come; That e'er I put between your holy looks I'll fill your grave up: stir; nay, come away; My ill-suspicion.---This your son-in-law, Bequeath to death your numbness, for from him And son unto the king, (whom heavens directing) Dear life redeems you.—You perceive, she stirs. Is troth-plight to your daughter.-Good Paulina,
[Hermione descends slowly from the pedestal. Lead us from hence, where we may leisurely Start not: her actions shall be holy, as
Each one demand, and answer to his part You hear my spell is lawful: do not shun her, Perform’d in this wide gap of time, since first Until you see her die again, for then
We were dissever'd. Hastily lead away. (Exeunt.