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grace will be born: our absence makes us unthrifty to our knowledge. Let's along.
[Exeunt Gentlemen. Jut. Now, had I not the dash of my former life in me, would preferment drop on my head. I brought the old man and his son aboard the prince; told him, I heard him talk of a fardel, and I know not what: but he at that time, over-fond of the shepherd's daughter, (so he then took her to be,) who began to be much sea-sick, and himself little better, extremity of weather continuing, this mystery remained undiscovered. But 'tis all one to me; for had I been the finder-out of this secret, it would not have relished among my other discredits.
Enter Shepherd and Clown.
Here come those I have done good to against my will, and already appearing in the blossoms of their fortune.
Shep. Come, boy; I am past more children; but thy sons and daughters will be all gentlemen born.
Clo. You are well met, sir: You denied to fight with me this other day, because I was no gentleman born: See you these clothes? say, you see 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.
suppose, only to spare his own labour that the poet put this whole scene into narrative, for though part of the transaction was already known to the audience, and therefore could not properly be shown again, yet the two kings might have met upon the stage, and, after the examination of the old Shepherd, the young lady might have been recognised in sight of the spectators. Johnson.
Ant. I know, you are now, sir, a gentleman born.
Clo. Ay, and have been so any time these four hours.
Shep. And so have I, boy.
Clo. So you have:—but I was a gentleman born before my father: for the king's son took me by the hand, and called me, brother; and then the two kings called my father, brother; and then the prince, my brother, and the princess, my sister, called my father, father; and so we wept: and there was the first gentleman-like tears that ever we shed.
Shep. We may live, son, to shed many more.
Clo. Ay; or else 'twere hard luck, being in so preposterous estate as we are.
Aut. I humbly beseech you, sir, to pardon me all the faults I have committed to your worship, and to give me your good report to the prince my master.
Shep. 'Pr'ythee, son, 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 swear to the prince, thou art as honest a true fellow as any is in Bohemia.
Shep. You may say it, but not swear it.
Clo. Not swear it, now I am a gentleman? Let boors and franklins say it,1 I'll swear it.
Shep. How if it be false, son?
Clo. If it be ne'er so false, a true gentleman may swear it, in the behalf of his friend:—And I'll swear 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 swear it: and I would, thou would'st be a tall fellow of thy hands.
1 franklins say it,] Franklin is a freeholder, or yeoman, a
man above a villain, but not a gentleman.
Aut. I will prove so, sir, to my power.
Clo. Ay, by any means prove a tall fellow: If I do not wonder, how thou darest venture to be drunk, not being a tall fellow, trust me not.—Hark! the kings and the princes, our kindred, are going to see the queen's picture. Come, follow us: we'll be thy good masters. [Exeunt.
Enter Leontes, Polixenes, Florizel, Perdita,
Leon. O grave and good Paulina, the great comfort That I have had of thee!
Paul. What, sovereign sir,
I did not well, I meant well: All my services,
Heirs of your kingdoms, my poor house to visit,
Leon. O Paulina,
We honour you with trouble: But we came
Paul. As she liv'd peerless,
So her dead likeness, I do well believe,
Excels whatever yet you look'd upon,
Leon. Her natural posture!—
Chide me, dear stone; that I may say, indeed,
Pol. O, not by much.
Paul. So much the more our carver's excellence; Which lets go by some sixteen years, and makes her As she liv'd now.
Leon. As now she might have done,
So much to my good comfort, as it is
Per. And give me leave;
And do not say, 'tis superstition, that
Paid. O, patience;
The statue is but newly fix'd, the colour's
Cam. My lord, your sorrow was too sore laid
Pol. Dear my brother,
Let him, that was the cause of this, have power
Paul. Indeed, my lord,
If I had thought, the sight of my poor image Would thus have wrought9 you (for the stone is
mine,) I'd not have show'd it.
Leon. Do not draw the curtain.
Paul. No longer shall you gaze on't; lest your fancy May think anon, it moves.
Leon. Let be, let be.
Would I were dead, but that, methinks, already— 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?
Pol. Masterly done:
The very life seems warm upon her lip.
Leon. The fixure of her eye has motion iu't,3
8 wrought —~\ i. e. worked, agitated.
3 The fixure of her eye has motion irit,] The meaning is, though her eye be fixed, [as the eye of a statue always is,] yet it seems to have motion in it: that tremulous motion, which is perceptible in the eye of a living person, how much soever one endeavour to fix it.