The Winter's Tale

William Shakespeare
No Fear Act 5 Scene 3
No Fear Act 5 Scene 3 Page 3

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PERDITA

And give me leave,
50And do not say ’tis superstition, that
I kneel and then implore her blessing. Lady,
Dear queen, that ended when I but began,
Give me that hand of yours to kiss.

PERDITA

Let me kneel and implore her blessing, and don’t say it is superstition. Lady, dear queen, who died just as I was beginning to live, give me your hand to kiss.

PAULINA

O, patience!
55The statue is but newly fix’d, the colour’s
Not dry.

PAULINA

Oh, wait! The statue is still new, and the paint isn’t dry.

CAMILLO

My lord, your sorrow was too sore laid on,
Which sixteen winters cannot blow away,
So many summers dry; scarce any joy
60Did ever so long live; no sorrow
But kill’d itself much sooner.

CAMILLO

My lord, your sorrow is too deep. Sixteen winters haven’t blown it away, and many summers haven’t dried it. No joy lives that long, and neither has any sorrow.

POLIXENES

Dear my brother,
Let him that was the cause of this have power
To take off so much grief from you as he
65Will piece up in himself.

POLIXENES

My dear brother, since I was a cause of this situation, let me take some grief from you to make a part of myself.

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’ld not have show’d it.

PAULINA

Indeed, my lord, if I had thought seeing this poor statue would have made you so distraught, I wouldn’t have shown it to you. (She moves to close the curtain.)

LEONTES

70Do not draw the curtain.

LEONTES

Don’t draw the curtain.

PAULINA

No longer shall you gaze on’t, lest your fancy
May think anon it moves.

PAULINA

Don’t look at it any longer, or you’ll imagine soon that it moves.