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of the mother,--the affection of nobleness, which Nature shews above her breeding,—and many other evidences proclaim her with all certainty to be the King's daughter. Did you see the meeting of the two Kings?

2 Gent. No.

3 Gent. Then have you loft a fight, which was to be feen, cannot be spoken of. There might you have beheld one joy crown another, so and in such manner that it seem’d, forrow wept to take leave of them, for their joy waded in tears. There was casting up of eyes, holding up of hands, with countenance of such distraction, that they were to be known by garment, not by favour, Our King being ready to leap out of himself, for joy of his found daughter, as if that joy were now become a loss, cries, oh, thy mother, thy mother! then asks Bohemia forgiveness; then embraces his son-in-law; then again worries he his daughter, with clipping her. Now he thanks the old thepherd, who stands by, like a weather-beaten conduit of many King's reigns. I never heard of such another encounter, which lames

report to follow it, and undoes description to do it.

2 Gent. What, pray you, became of Antigonus, that carry'd hence the child

3 Gent. Like an old tale ftill, which will have matters to rehearse, tho' credit be asleep, and not an ear open; he was torn to pieces with a bear; this avouches the shepherd's son, who has not only his innocence, which seems much, to justify him, but a handkerchief and 'rings of his, that Paulina knows.

i Gent. What became of his bark, and his followers?

3 Gent. Wreckt the same instant of their master's death, and in the view of the shepherd; so that all the instruments which aided to expose the child, were even then loít, when it was found. But, oh, the noble combat, that 'twixt joy and sorrow was fought in Paulina! She had one eye declin’d for the loss of her husband, another elevated that the oracle was fulfill’d. She lifted the Princess from the earth, and so locks her in embracing, as if the would pin her to her heart, that he might no more be in danger of losing.

i Gent.

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i Gent. The dignity of this act was worth the audience of Kings and Princes; for by such was it acted.

3 Gent. One of the prettiest touches of all, and that which angled for mine eyes, (caught the water, though not the fish,) was, when at the relation of the Queen's death, with the manner how she came to it, bravely confess’d, and lamented by the King, how attentiveness wounded his daughter; 'till, from one sign of dolour to another, she did, with an, alas! I would fain say, bleed tears ; for I am sure, my heart wept blood. Who was most marble, there changed colour; some swooned, all sorrowed; if all the world could have seen't, the woe had been universal.

i Gent. Are they returned to the court?

3 Gent. No. The Princess hearing of her mother's ftatue, which is in the keeping of Paulina, a peace many years in doing, and now newly perform'd by (34) that rare Italian master, Julio Romano ; who, had he himself eternity, and could put breath into his work, would beguile Nature of her custom, so perfectly he is her

ape : he so near to Hermione hath done Hermione, that they say, one would speak to her, and stand in hope of answer. Thither with all greediness of affection are they gone, and there they intend to sup.

2 Gent. I thought, she had some great matter there in hand, for she hath privately twice or thrice a-day, ever since the death of Hermione, visited that removed house. Shall we thither, and with our company piece the rejoycing ?

į Gent. Who would be thence, that has the benefit

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(34) that rare Italian master, Julio Romano ;] All the encomiums, put together, that have been conferr’d on this excellent artist in painting and architecture, do not amount to the fine praise here given bim by our author. He was born in the year 1492, liv'd just that circle of years, which our Shakespeare did, and dy'd eighteen years before the latter was born. Fine and generous, therefore, as this tribute of praise must be own’d, yet it was a strange absurdity, sure, to thrust it into a tale, the action of which is suppos’d within the period of heathenism, and whilst the oracles of Apollo were consulted. This, how. ever, was known and wilful Anachronism; which might have slept in obscurity, perhaps Mr. Pope will say, had I not animadverted on it. 4


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of access ? every wink of an eye, some new grace will be born: our absence makes us unthrifty to our knowledge. Let's along.

[Exeunt. Aut. Now had not I 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 them talk of a farthel, 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 seafick, and himself little better, extremity of weather continuing, this mystery remained undiscover'd. 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 fons 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 cloaths ? say, you see them not, and think ine fill no gentleman born. You were beft say, these robes are not gentlemen born. Give me the lye; do, and try whether I am not now a gentleman born.

Aut. 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 call'd me brother; and then the two Kings call'd


father brother; and then the Prince my brother, and the Princess my filter, call'd my father, father, and so we wept; and there was the first gentleman-like tears that ever we fhed. Shep. We may live, son, to fred

many 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 te give me your good report to the Prince, my master.

Shep. 'Pr’ythee, fon, do; for we must be gentle, now we are gentlemen.

Clo. Thou wilt amend thy life?
Aut. Ay, and it like your good worship.

Clo. Give me thy hand; I will swear to the Prince, thou art as honeft 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, I'll swear it.

Shep. How, if it be false, fon?

Cló. 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.

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

Clo. Ay, by any means to prove a tall fellow; if I do not wonder how thou dar'ít 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. SCENE changes to Paulina's House. Enter Leontes, Polixenes, Florizel, Perdita, Camillo,

Paulina, Lords and Attendants.
Leo. 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


services You have paid home. But that you have vouchsaf'd, With your crown'd brother, and these your contracted Heirs of your Kingdoms, my poor house to visit; It is a surplus of your Grace, which never My life may last to answer.



Leo. O Paulina,
We honour you with trouble; but we came
To see the statue of our Queen. Your gallery
Have we pass'd through, not without much content,
In many fingularities; but we faw not
That, which my daughter came to look upon,
The statue of her mother.

Paul. As the liv'd peerless,
So her dead likeness, I do well believe,
Excels whatever yet you


upon, Or hand of man hath done ; therefore I keep it Lovely, apart. But here it is; prepare To see the life as lively mock’d, as ever Still sleep mock'd death; behold, and say, 'tis well!

[Paulina draws a curtain, and discovers Hermione

Anading like a ftatue.
I like your filence, it the more shews of
Your wonder ; but yet speak; first you, my Liege,
Comes it not something near ?

Leo. Her natural posture !
Chide me, dear stone, that I may say, indeed,
Thou art Hermione ; or rather, thou art she,
In thy not chiding ; for the was as tender
As infancy and grace. But yet, Paulina,
Hermione was not so much wrinkled, nothing
So aged as this seems.

Pol. Oh, not by much.

Paul. So much the more our carver's excellence, Which lets go by some fixteen years; and makes her, As she liv'd now.

Leo. As now the might have done,
So much to my good comfort, as it is
Now piercing to my soul. Oh, thus the food ;
Even with such life of majesty, (warm life,
As now it coldly stands,) when first I woo'd her.
I am alham'd; do's not the stone rebuke me,
For being more stone than it? oh, royal piece!
There's magick in thy majesty, which has
My evils conjur'd to remembrance; and
. From my admiring daughter took the spirits,



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