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The Winter’s Tale
act v   Scene 3
William Shakespeare
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       Sicilia. A chapel in PAULINA's house
       Enter LEONTES, POLIXENES, FLORIZEL, PERDITA, CAMILLO, PAULINA, LORDS and ATTENDANTS
       LEONTES
       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
       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.
       LEONTES
       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 singularities; but we saw not
       That which my daughter came to look upon,
       The statue of her mother.
       PAULINA
       As she liv'd peerless,
       So her dead likeness, I do well believe,
       Excels whatever yet you look'd upon
       Or hand of man hath done; therefore I keep it
       Lonely, 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 standing like a statue]
       I like your silence; it the more shows off
       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
       In thy not chiding; for she was as tender
       As infancy and grace. But yet, Paulina,
       Hermione was not so much wrinkled, nothing
       So aged as this seems.
       POLIXENES
       O, not by much!
       PAULINA
       So much the more our carver's excellence,
       Which lets go by some sixteen years and makes her
       As she liv'd now.
       LEONTES
       As now she might have done,
       So much to my good comfort as it is
       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 woo'd her!
       I am asham'd. Does not the stone rebuke me
       For being more stone than it? O royal piece,
       There's magic in thy majesty, which has
       My evils conjur'd to remembrance, and
       From thy admiring daughter took the spirits,
       Standing like stone with thee!
       PERDITA
       And give me leave,
       And do not say 'tis superstition that
       I kneel, and then implore her blessing. Lady,
       Dear queen, that ended when I but began,
       Give me that hand of yours to kiss.
       PAULINA
       O, patience!
       The statue is but newly fix'd, the colour's
       Not dry.
       CAMILLO
       My lord, your sorrow was too sore laid on,
       Which sixteen winters cannot blow away,
       So many summers dry. Scarce any joy
       Did ever so long live; no sorrow
       But kill'd itself much sooner.
       POLIXENES
       Dear my brother,
       Let him that was the cause of this have pow'r
       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 mine-
       I'd not have show'd it.
       LEONTES
       Do not draw the curtain.
       PAULINA
       No longer shall you gaze on't, lest your fancy
       May think anon it moves.
       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 breath'd, and that those veins
       Did verily bear blood?
       POLIXENES
       Masterly done!
       The very life seems warm upon her lip.
       LEONTES
       The fixture of her eye has motion in't,
       As we are mock'd with art.
       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!
       No settled senses of the world can match
       The pleasure of that madness. Let 't alone.
       PAULINA
       I am sorry, sir, I have thus far stirr'd you; but
       I could afflict you farther.
       LEONTES
       Do, Paulina;
       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.
       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?
       LEONTES
       No, not these twenty years.
       PERDITA
       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,
       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
       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 requir'd
       You do awake your faith. Then all stand still;
       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]
       '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 comes down from the pedestal]
       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 woo'd her; now in age
       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.
       CAMILLO
       She hangs about his neck.
       If she pertain to life, let her speak too.
       POLIXENES
       Ay, and make it manifest where she has liv'd,
       Or how stol'n from the dead.
       PAULINA
       That she is living,
       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.
       Please you to interpose, fair madam. Kneel,
       And pray your mother's blessing. Turn, good lady;
       Our Perdita is found.
       HERMIONE
       You gods, look down,
       And from your sacred vials pour your graces
       Upon my daughter's head! Tell me, mine own,
       Where hast thou been preserv'd? Where liv'd? How found
       Thy father's court? For thou shalt hear that I,
       Knowing by Paulina that the oracle
       Gave hope thou wast in being, have preserv'd
       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,
       You precious winners all; your exultation
       Partake to every one. I, an old turtle,
       Will wing me to some wither'd bough, and there
       My mate, that's never to be found again,
       Lament till I am lost.
       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 mine;
       But how, is to be question'd; 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 honourable husband. Come, Camillo,
       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.
       What! look upon my brother. Both your pardons,
       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
       Each one demand and answer to his part
       Perform'd in this wide gap of time since first
       We were dissever'd. Hastily lead away.
       Exeunt
       THE END
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act i
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act ii
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act iii
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act iv
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