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Leon. The fixture of her eye has motion in't,
As we are mocked with art.

I'll draw the curtain :
My lord's almost so far transported, that
He'll think anon it livęs.

O, sweet Paulina,
Make me to think so twenty years together;
No settled senses of the world can match
The pleasure of that madness. Let't alone.

Paul. I am sorry, sir, I have thus far stirred you; but
I could afflict you further.

Do, Paulina;
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.

Good my lord, forbear.
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 ?

Leon. No, not these twenty years.

So long could I
Stand by, a looker on.

Either forbear,
Quit presently the chapel; or resolve you
For more amazement. If you can behold it,
I'll make the statue move indeed; descend,
And take you by the hand; but then you'll think
(Which I protest against) I am assisted
By wicked powers.

What you can make her do,
I am content to look on; what to speak,
I am content to hear; for 'tis as easy
To make her speak, as move.

Paul. It is required,
You do awake your faith. Then, all stand still,
Or those that think it is unlawful business
I am about, let them depart.

Proceed; .
No foot shall stir.

Music; awake her: strike.


'Tis time; descend; be stone no more; approach;
Strike all that look upon with marvel. Come:
I'll fill your grave up: stir; nay, come away;

Bequeath to death your numbness, for from him
Dear life redeems you.—You perceive she stirs :

[HERMIONE comes down from the pedestal.
Start not: her actions shall be holy, as,
You hear, my spell is lawful. Do not shun her,
Until you see her die again; for then
You kill her double. Nay, present your hand.
When she was young, you wooed her; now, in age,
Is she become the suitor.

O, she's warm! [Embracing her.
If this be magic, let it be an art ..
Lawful as eating.

She embraces him.
Cam. She hangs about his neck;
If she pertain to life, let her speak too.

Pol. Ay, and mak’t manifest where she has lived,
Or, how stolen from the dead.

That she is living, Were it but told you, should be hooted at Like an old tale; but it appears she lives, Though yet she speak not. Mark a little while. — Please you to interpose, fair madam; kneel, And pray your mother's blessing.–Turn, good lady; Our Perdita is found.

[Presenting PER., who kneels to HER. Her.

You gods, look down, And from your sacred vials pour your graces Upon my daughter's head!—Tell me, mine own, Where hast thou been preserved? where lived ? how found ? Thy father's court? For thou shalt hear, that IKnowing by Paulina that the oracle Gave hope, thou wast in being - have preserved Myself to see the issue. Paul.

There's time enough for that; Lest they desire, upon this push to trouble Your joys with like relation. Go together, You precious winners all; your exultation Partake to every one. I, an old turtle, Will wing me to some withered bough; and there My mate, that's never to be found again, Lament till I am lost. Leon.

O peace, Paulina ; Thou shouldst a husband take by my consent, As I by thine, a wife. This is a match, And made between's by vows. Thou hast found mine; But how, is to be questioned; for I saw her,

As I thought, dead; and have in vain said many
A prayer upon her grave. I'll not seek far
(For him, I partly know his mind) to find thee
An honorable husband. - Come, Camillo,
And take her by the hand; whose worth, and honesty,
Is richly noted; and here justified
By us, a pair of kings.—Let's from this place.-
What?-Look upon, my brother.-Both your pardons,
That e'er I put between your holy looks
My ill suspicion.—This your son-in-law,
And son unto the king, (whom Heavens directing,)
Is troth-plight to your daughter.— Good Paulina,
Lead us from hence: where we may leisurely
Each one demand, and answer to his part
Performed in this wide gap of time, since first
We were dissevered. Hastily lead away. (Exeunt.


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