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Page 57
SHEPHERD.
Pr'ythee, son, do; for we must be gentle, now we are gentlemen.
CLOWN.
Thou wilt amend thy life?
AUTOLYCUS.
Ay, an it like your good worship.
CLOWN.
Give me thy hand: I will swear to the prince thou art as honest
a true fellow as any is in Bohemia.
SHEPHERD.
You may say it, but not swear it.
CLOWN.
Not swear it, now I am a gentleman? Let boors and franklins say
it, I'll swear it.
SHEPHERD.
How if it be false, son?
CLOWN.
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 wouldst be a tall
fellow of thy hands.
AUTOLYCUS.
I will prove so, sir, to my power.
CLOWN.
Ay, by any means, prove a tall fellow: if I do not wonder how
thou darest 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 III. The same. A Room 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.
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