Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1610 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) romance · King's Men unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 500 words
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I humbly beseech you (Sir) to pardon me all the faults I have committed to your Worship, and to give me your good report to the Prince my Master. Prithee Son do: for we must be gentle, now we are Gentlemen. Thou wilt amend thy life? I, and it like your good Worship. Give me thy hand: I will swear to the Prince, thou art as honest a true Fellow as any is in Bohemia. You may say it, but not swear it. Not swear it, now I am a Gentleman? Let Boors and Francklins say it, I'll swear it. How if it be false (Son?) 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. I will prove so (Sir) to my power. I, 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. O grave and good Paulina, the great comfort That I have had of thee? What (Sovereign Sir) I did not well, I meant well: all my Services You have paid home. But that you have vouchsafed (With your Crowned 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. O Paulina, We honour you with trouble: but we came To see the Statue of our Queen. Your Gallery Have we passed 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. As she lived peerless, So her dead likeness I do well believe Excels what ever yet you looked upon, Or hand of Man hath done: therefore I keep it Lovely, apart. But here it is: prepare To see the Life as lively mocked, as ever Still Sleep mocked Death: behold, and say 'tis well. I like your silence, it the more shewes-off Your wonder: but yet speak, first you (my Liege) Comes it not something near? Her natural Posture. Chide me (dear Stone) that I may say indeed Thou art Hermione; or rather, thou art she, 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. Oh, not by much. So much the more our Carver's excellence. Which lets goe-by some sixteen years, and makes her As she lived now.
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I humbly beſeech you (Sir) to pardon me all the faults I haue committed to your Worſhip, and to giue me your good report to the Prince my Maſter. 'Prethee Sonne doe: for we muſt be gentle, now we are Gentlemen. Thou wilt amend thy life? I, and it like your good Worſhip. Giue me thy hand: I will ſweare to the Prince, thou art as honeſt a true Fellow as any is in Bohemia. You may ſay it, but not ſweare it. Not ſweare it, now I am a Gentleman? Let Boores and Francklins ſay it, Ile ſweare it. How if it be falſe (Sonne?) If it be ne're ſo falſe, a true Gentleman may ſweare it, in the behalfe of his Friend: And Ile ſweare to the Prince▪ thou art a tall Fellow of thy hands, and that thou wilt not be drunke: but I know thou art no tall Fellow of thy hands, and that thou wilt be drunke: but Ile ſweare it, and I would thou would'ſt be a tall Fellow of thy hands. I will proue ſo (Sir) to my power. I, by any meanes proue a tall Fellow: if I do not wonder, how thou dar'ſt venture to be drunke, not being a tall Fellow, truſt me not. Harke, the Kings and the Princes (our Kindred) are going to ſee the Queenes Picture. Come, follow vs: wee'le be thy good Maſters. O graue and good Paulina, the great comfort That I haue had of thee? What (Soueraigne Sir) I did not well, I meant well: all my Seruices You haue pay'd home. But that you haue vouchſaf'd (With your Crown'd Brother, and theſe your contracted Heires of your Kingdomes) my poore Houſe to viſit; It is a ſurplus of your Grace, which neuer My life may laſt to anſwere. O Paulina, We honor you with trouble: but we came To ſee the Statue of our Queene. Your Gallerie Haue we paſs'd through, not without much content In many ſingularities; but we ſaw not That which my Daughter came to looke vpon, The Statue of her Mother. As ſhe liu'd peereleſſe, So her dead likeneſſe I doe well beleeue Excells what euer yet you look'd vpon, Or hand of Man hath done: therefore I keepe it Louely, apart. But here it is: prepare To ſee the Life as liuely mock'd, as euer Still Sleepe mock'd Death: behold, and ſay 'tis well. I like your ſilence, it the more ſhewes-off Your wonder: but yet ſpeake, firſt you (my Liege) Comes it not ſomething neere? Her naturall Poſture. Chide me (deare Stone) that I may ſay indeed Thou art Hermione; or rather, thou art ſhe, In thy not chiding: for ſhe was as tender As Infancie, and Grace. But yet (Paulina) Hermione was not ſo much wrinckled, nothing So aged as this ſeemes. Oh, not by much. So much the more our Caruers excellence. Which lets goe-by ſome ſixteene yeeres, and makes her As ſhe liu'd now.