In many singularities; but we saw not Paul. Excels whatever yet you look'd upon, Or hand of man hath done; therefore I keep it To see the life as lively mock'd as ever Still sleep mock'd death: behold; and say 'tis well. [PAULINA undraws a curtain, and discovers HERMIONE standing as a statue. I like your silence,-it the more shows off Your wonder: but yet speak ;-first, you, my liege. Her natural posture!→ Leon. Pol. O, not by much. Paul. So much the more our carver's excellence; Leon. Now piercing to my soul. O, thus she stood, Per. And give me leave; I kneel, and then implore her blessing.-Lady, Give me that hand of yours to kiss. Paul. O, patience! The statue is but newly fix'd, the colour's Not dry. Cam. 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 Pol. Will piece up in himself. Paul. 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. 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, already- Would you not deem it breath'd? and that those veins Pol. Masterly done: The very life seems warm upon her lip. Leon. The fixture 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: whát fine chisel Could ever yet cut breath? Let no man mock me, Paul. 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 ? Leon. No, not these twenty years. Per. Stand by, a looker-on. Paul. So long could I Either forbear, Quit presently the chapel, or resolve you |