Page 868 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4
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POLIXENES
Masterly done: [65]
The very life seems warm upon her lip.
LEONTES
The fixure of her eye has motion in ’t,
As we are mock’d with art.
PAULINA
I’ll draw the curtain:
My lord’s almost so far transported that
He’ll think anon it lives.
LEONTES
O sweet Paulina, [70]
Make me to think so twenty years together!
No settled senses of the world can match
The pleasure of that madness. Let ’t alone.
PAULINA
I am sorry, sir, I have thus far stirr’d you: but
I could afflict you farther.
LEONTES
Do, Paulina; [75]
For this affliction has a taste as sweet
As any cordial comfort. 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.
PAULINA
Good my lord, forbear: [80]
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?
