Act 5 Scene 3

Scene 3

[Enter Leontes, Polixenes, Florizell, Perdita, Camillo,
Paulina, and  Lords.]

 O grave and good Paulina, the great comfort
 That I have had of thee!

PAULINA   What, sovereign sir,
 I did not well, I meant well. All my services
[5]  You have paid home. But that you have vouchsafed,
 With your crowned 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.

[10]LEONTES   O Paulina,
 We honor you with trouble. But we came
 To see the statue of our queen. Your gallery
 Have we passed through, not without much content
 In many singularities; but we saw not
[15]  That which my daughter came to look upon,
 The statue of her mother.

PAULINA   As she lived peerless,
 So her dead likeness, I do well believe,
 Excels whatever yet you looked upon
[20]  Or hand of man hath done. Therefore I keep it
 Lonely,  apart. But here it is. Prepare
 To see the life as lively mocked as ever
 Still sleep mocked death. Behold, and say ’tis well.
[She draws a curtain
to reveal Hermione (like a statue).]
 I like your silence. It the more shows off
[25]  Your wonder. But yet speak. First you, my liege.
 Comes it not something near?

LEONTES   Her natural posture!—
 Chide me, dear stone, that I may say indeed
 Thou art Hermione; or rather, thou art she

[30]  In thy not chiding, for she was as tender
 As infancy and grace.—But yet, Paulina,
 Hermione was not so much wrinkled, nothing
 So agèd as this seems.

POLIXENES   O, not by much!

35  So much the more our carver’s excellence,
 Which lets go by some sixteen years and makes her
 As she lived now.

LEONTES   As now she might have done,
 So much to my good comfort as it is
[40]  Now piercing to my soul. O, thus she stood,
 Even with such life of majesty—warm life,
 As now it coldly stands—when first I wooed her.
 I am ashamed. Does not the stone rebuke me
 For being more stone than it?—O royal piece,
[45]  There’s magic in thy majesty, which has
 My evils conjured to remembrance and
 From thy admiring daughter took the spirits,
 Standing like stone with thee.

PERDITA   And give me leave,
[50]  And do not say ’tis superstition, that
 I kneel, and then implore her blessing. [She kneels.]
 Dear queen, that ended when I but began,
 Give me that hand of yours to kiss.

[55]PAULINA   O, patience!
 The statue is but newly fixed; the color’s
 Not dry.

CAMILLO , [to Leontes, who weeps  
 My lord, your sorrow was too sore laid on,
 Which sixteen winters cannot blow away,
[60]  So many summers dry. Scarce any joy
 Did ever so long live; no sorrow
 But killed itself much sooner.

POLIXENES   Dear my brother,
 Let him that was the cause of this have power
[65]  To take off so much grief from you as he
 Will piece up in himself.

PAULINA   Indeed, my lord,
 If I had thought the sight of my poor image
 Would thus have wrought you—for the stone is
[70]  mine—
 I’d not have showed it.

LEONTES   Do not draw the curtain.

 No longer shall you gaze on ’t, lest your fancy
 May think anon it moves.

[75]LEONTES   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 breathed? And that those
[80]  Did verily bear blood?

POLIXENES   Masterly done.
 The very life seems warm upon her lip.

 The fixture of her eye has motion in ’t,
 As we are mocked with art.

[85]PAULINA   I’ll draw the curtain.
 My lord’s almost so far transported that
 He’ll think anon it lives.

LEONTES   O sweet Paulina,
 Make me to think so twenty years together!
[90]  No settled senses of the world can match
 The pleasure of that madness. Let ’t alone.

 I am sorry, sir, I have thus far stirred you, but
 I could afflict you farther.

LEONTES   Do, Paulina,
[95]  For this affliction has a taste as sweet

 As any cordial comfort. Still methinks
 There is an air comes from her. What fine chisel
 Could ever yet cut breath? Let no man mock me,
 For I will kiss her.

[100]PAULINA   Good my lord, forbear.
 The ruddiness upon her lip is wet.
 You’ll mar it if you kiss it, stain your own
 With oily painting. Shall I draw the curtain?

 No, not these twenty years.

[105]PERDITA , rising]   So long could I
 Stand by, a looker-on.

PAULINA   Either forbear,
 Quit presently the chapel, or resolve you
 For more amazement. If you can behold it,
[110]  I’ll make the statue move indeed, descend
 And take you by the hand. But then you’ll think—
 Which I protest against—I am assisted
 By wicked powers.

LEONTES   What you can make her do
[115]  I am content to look on; what to speak,
 I am content to hear, for ’tis as easy
 To make her speak as move.

PAULINA   It is required
 You do awake your faith. Then all stand still—
120  Or  those that think it is unlawful business
 I am about, let them depart.

LEONTES   Proceed.
 No foot shall stir.

PAULINA   Music, awake her! Strike!
[Music sounds.]
[125]  ’Tis time. Descend. Be stone no more. Approach.
 Strike all that look upon with marvel. Come,
 I’ll fill your grave up. Stir, nay, come away.
 Bequeath to death your numbness, for from him
 Dear life redeems you.—You perceive she stirs.

[Hermione descends.]

[130]  Start not. Her actions shall be holy as
 You hear my spell is lawful. Do not shun her
 Until you see her die again, for then
 You kill her double. Nay, present your hand.
 When she was young, you wooed her; now in age
[135]  Is she become the suitor?

LEONTES   O, she’s warm!
 If this be magic, let it be an art
 Lawful as eating.

POLIXENES   She embraces him.

[140]CAMILLO  She hangs about his neck.
 If she pertain to life, let her speak too.

 Ay, and make it manifest where she has lived,
 Or how stol’n from the dead.

PAULINA   That she is living,
[145]  Were it but told you, should be hooted at
 Like an old tale, but it appears she lives,
 Though yet she speak not. Mark a little while.
  [To Perdita.] Please you to interpose, fair madam.
[150]  And pray your mother’s blessing.   [To Hermione.
 Turn, good lady.
 Our Perdita is found.

HERMIONE   You gods, look down,
 And from your sacred vials pour your graces
[155]  Upon my daughter’s head! Tell me, mine own,
 Where hast thou been preserved? Where lived? How
 Thy father’s court? For thou shalt hear that I,
 Knowing by Paulina that the oracle
[160]  Gave hope thou wast in being, have preserved
 Myself to see the issue.
PAULINA   There’s time enough for that,
 Lest they desire upon this push to trouble

 Your joys with like relation. Go together,
[165]  You precious winners all. Your exultation
 Partake to everyone. I, an old turtle,
 Will wing me to some withered bough and there
 My mate, that’s never to be found again,
 Lament till I am lost.

[170]LEONTES   O peace, Paulina.
 Thou shouldst a husband take by my consent,
 As I by thine a wife. This is a match,
 And made between ’s by vows. Thou hast found
[175]  But how is to be questioned, for I saw her,
 As I thought, dead, and have in vain said many
 A prayer upon her grave. I’ll not seek far—
 For him, I partly know his mind—to find thee
 An honorable husband.—Come, Camillo,
[180]  And take her by the hand, whose worth and honesty
 Is richly noted and here justified
 By us, a pair of kings. Let’s from this place.
  [To Hermione.] What, look upon my brother! Both
 your pardons
[185]  That e’er I put between your holy looks
 My ill suspicion. This your son-in-law
 And son unto the King, whom heavens directing,
 Is troth-plight to your daughter.—Good Paulina,
 Lead us from hence, where we may leisurely
[190]  Each one demand and answer to his part
 Performed in this wide gap of time since first
 We were dissevered. Hastily lead away.
[They exit.]

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