. The comedy of The winter's tale;. o much grief from you as he 55 48 Not dry: painted statues were common in the ancient and middle ages. 112 THE WINTERS TALE [actv 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 Id not have showd it. Leontes, Do not draw the curtain. Paulina. No longer shall you gaze ont, lest your fancy eo May think anon it Let be, let be. Would I were dead, but that, methinks, already—What was he that did make it? See, my you not deem it breathed?
. The comedy of The winter's tale;. o much grief from you as he 55 48 Not dry: painted statues were common in the ancient and middle ages. 112 THE WINTERS TALE [actv 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 Id not have showd it. Leontes, Do not draw the curtain. Paulina. No longer shall you gaze ont, lest your fancy eo May think anon it Let be, let be. Would I were dead, but that, methinks, already—What was he that did make it? See, my you not deem it breathed? and that those veinsDid verily bear blood ? Poliaoenes. Masterly done: 65 The very hfe seems warm upon her The fixure of her eye has motion we are mockd with art. Paulina. I 11 draw the curtain: My lords almost so far transported thatHe 11 think anon it lives. Leontes. O sweet Paulina, 70 Make me to think so twenty years together! 62 Would I were dead = the modern oath, I hope to fixure = SCENE III] THE WINTERS TALE 113 No settled senses of the world can matchThe pleasure of that madness. Lett I am sorry, sir, I have thus far stirrd you: butI could afflict you farther. Leontes. Do, Paulina; 75 For this affliction has a taste as sweetAs any cordial comfort. Still, methinks,There is an air comes from her: what fine chiselCould ever yet cut breath ? Let no man mock I will kiss her. Paulina. Good my lord, forbear: so The ruddiness upon her hp is wet;You 11 mar it if you kiss it, stain your ownWith oily painting. Shall I draw the curtain ?Leontes. No, not these twenty So long could I Stand by, a lodker on. Paulina. Either forbear, 85 Quit presently the chapel, or resolve youFor more amazement. If you can behold it,I 11 make the statue move indeed, descendAnd take you by the hand: but then you U think—Which I protest against—I am assisted 90 By wicked powers. Leontes. What you can make her do, I am
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