Would thus have wrought 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, alreadyWhat 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 in't,' As we are mock'd with art. Paul. I'll draw the curtain ;' My lord's almost so far transported, that Leon. The pleasure of that madness. Let't alone. Paul. I am sorry, sir, I have thus far stirr'd you: but I could afflict you further. Leon. 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 chizzel Paul. Good my lord, forbear: The ruddiness upon her lip is wet; You'll mar it, if you kiss it; stain your own Per. Stand by, a looker on. Paul. So long could I Either forbear, Quit presently the chapel; or resolve you By wicked Leon. powers. What you can make her do, I am content to look on: what to speak, To make her speak, as move. Paul. It is requir'd, You do awake your faith: Then, all stand still; I am about, let them depart. Leon. No foot shall stir. Paul. Proceed; Musick; awake her: strike [Musick. 'Tis time; descend; be stone no more: approach; [HERMIONE comes down from the pedestal. You kill her double: Nay, present your hand: When she was young, you woo'd her; now, in age, Is she become the suitor. Leon. O, she's warm! [Embracing her. If this be magick, let it be an art Lawful as eating. Pol. She embraces him. Cam. She hangs about his neck; If she pertain to life, let her speak too. Pol. Ay, and make't manifest where she has liv'd, Or, how stol'n from the dead? Paul. That she is living,' Were it but told you, should be hooted at Like an old tale; but it appears, she lives, And pray your mother's blessing.-Turn, good lady;' Her. [Presenting PERDITA, who kneels to 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,- Gave hope thou wast in being,-have preserv'd Paul. Will wing me to some wither'd bough; and there Lament till I am lost. Leon. O peace, Paulina; Thou should'st 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 And take her by the hand: whose worth, and honesty, By us, a pair of kings.-Let's from this place.- My ill suspicion. This your son-in-law, And son unto the king, (whom heavens directing,) [Exeunt, ANNOTATIONS ON THE WINTER'S TALE. LINE 18. ACT I. -our entertainment, &c.] Though we cannot give you equal entertainment, yet the consciousness of our good-will shall justify us. Line 28. JOHNSON. royally attornied,] Nobly supplied by substitution of embassies, &c. JOHNSON. Line 40. -physicks the subject,] Affords a cordial to the state; has the power of assuaging the sense of misery. Line 63. -sneaping winds- -] i. e. nipping. JOHNSON. 90. -this satisfaction] We had satisfactory accounts yesterday of the state of Bohemia. JOHNSON. Line 102. behind the gest―] In the time of royal progresses, the king's stages, as we may see by the journals of them in the herald's office, were called his gests; from the old French word giste, diversorium. WARBURTON. Line 103. —yet good deed,] signifies indeed, in very deed, as Shakspeare in another place expresses it. STEEVENS. |