| ACT V SCENE III | 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 | 5 |
| | You have paid home: but that you have vouchsafed, | |
| | 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. | 10 |
| 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 | 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 look'd 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 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 | 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 aged as this seems. | |
| POLIXENES | O, not by much. | 35 |
| PAULINA | 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 woo'd 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. Lady, | |
| | Dear queen, that ended when I but began, | |
| | Give me that hand of yours to kiss. | |
| PAULINA | O, patience! | 55 |
| | 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 | 60 |
| | But kill'd itself much sooner. | |
| POLIXENES | Dear my brother, | |
| | Let him that was the cause of this have power | |
| | To take off so much grief from you as he | |
| | Will piece up in himself. | 65 |
| 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'ld not have show'd it. | |
| LEONTES | Do not draw the curtain. | 70 |
| 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, | 75 |
| | Would you not deem it breathed? 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, | 80 |
| | 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, | 85 |
| | 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. | 90 |
| 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, | 95 |
| | 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? | 100 |
| 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 | 105 |
| | 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. | 110 |
| 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 required | 115 |
| | You do awake your faith. Then all stand still; | |
| | On: those that think it is unlawful business | |
| | I am about, let them depart. | |
| LEONTES | Proceed: | |
| | No foot shall stir. | 120 |
| 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 | 125 |
| | Dear life redeems you. You perceive she stirs: | |
| | HERMIONE comes down. | |
| | 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: | 130 |
| | 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. | 135 |
| POLIXENES | She embraces him. | |
| CAMILLO | She hangs about his neck: | |
| | If she pertain to life let her speak too. | |
| POLIXENES | Ay, and make't manifest where she has lived, | |
| | Or how stolen from the dead. | 140 |
| 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 | 145 |
| | And pray your mother's blessing. Turn, good lady; | |
| | Our Perdita is found. [Presenting Perdita, who kneels to Hermione.] | |
| HERMIONE | You gods, look down | |
| | And from your sacred vials pour your graces | |
| | Upon my daughter's head! Tell me, mine own. | 150 |
| | Where hast thou been preserved? where lived? 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 preserved | |
| | Myself to see the issue. | 155 |
| 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, | 160 |
| | 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, | 165 |
| | 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-- | 170 |
| | 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. | 175 |
| | What! look upon my brother: both your pardons, | |
| | That e'er I put between your holy looks | |
| | My ill suspicion. This is your son-in-law, | |
| | And son unto the king, who, heavens directing, | |
| | Is troth-plight to your daughter. Good Paulina, | 180 |
| | Lead us from hence, where we may leisurely | |
| | Each one demand an answer to his part | |
| | Perform'd in this wide gap of time since first | |
| | We were dissever'd: hastily lead away. | |
| | Exeunt | |