rrow that he felt that Hermione was not living to
behold her child, made him that he could say nothing for a long time,
but, "O thy mother, thy mother!"

Paulina interrupted this joyful yet distressful scene, with saying to
Leontes, that she had a statue newly finished by that rare Italian
master, Julio Romano, which was such a perfect resemblance of the queen,
that would his majesty be pleased to go to her house and look upon it,
he would be almost ready to think it was Hermione herself. Thither then
they all went; the king anxious to see the semblance of his Hermione,
and Perdita longing to behold what the mother she never saw did look
like.

When Paulina drew back the curtain which concealed this famous statue,
so perfectly did it resemble Hermione, that all the king's sorrow was
renewed at the sight: for a long time he had no power to speak or move.

"I like your silence, my liege," said Paulina, "it the more shows your
wonder. Is not this statue very like your queen?"

At length the king said, "O, thus she stood, even with such majesty,
when I first wooed her. But yet, Paulina, Hermione was not so aged as
this statue looks." Paulina replied, "So much the more the carver's
excellence, who has made the statue as Hermione would have looked had
she been living now. But let me draw the curtain, sire, lest presently
you think it moves."

The king then said, "Do not draw the curtain; Would I were dead! See,
Camillo, would you not think it breathed? Her eye seems to have motion
in it." "I must draw the curtain, my liege," said Paulina. "You are so
transported, you will persuade yourself the statue lives." "O, sweet
Paulina," said Leontes, "make me think so twenty years together! Still
methinks there is an air comes from her. What fine chisel could ever yet
cut breath? Let no man mock me, for I will kiss her." "Good my lord,
forbear!" said Paulina. "The ruddiness upon her lip is wet; you will
stain your own with oily painting. Shall I draw the curtain?" "No, not
these twenty years," said Leontes.

Perdita, who all this time had been kneeling, and beholding in silent
admiration the statue of her matchless mother, said now, "And so long
could I stay here, looking upon my dear mother."

"Either forbear this transport," said Paulina to Leontes, "and let me
draw the curtain; or prepare yourself for more amazement. I can make the
statue move indeed; ay, and descend from off the pedestal, and take you
by the hand. But then