Leon. The fixture of her eye has motion in't, As we are mocked with art. Paul. I'll draw the curtain: My lord's almost so far transported, that Leon. 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. Leon. 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? For I will kiss her. Paul. Let no man mock me, Good my lord, forbear. The ruddiness upon her lip is wet; You'll mar it, if you kiss it; stain your own Per. So long could I Either forbear, Quit presently the chapel; or resolve you By wicked powers. Leon. 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, I am about, let them depart. Leon. No foot shall stir. Paul. Proceed; 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; [Music. Bequeath to death your numbness, for from him [HERMIONE comes down from the pedestal. Start not: her actions shall be holy, as, You hear, my spell is lawful. Do not shun her, You kill her double. Nay, present your hand. Leon. O, she's warm! [Embracing her. If this be magic, let it be an art Pol. 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, Paul. Mark a little while. Please you to interpose, fair madam; kneel, And pray your mother's blessing.-Turn, good lady; Her. [Presenting PER., who kneels to 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 I Knowing by Paulina that the oracle Gave hope, thou wast in being- have preserved There's time enough for that; Paul. Will wing me to some withered bough; and there 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 And take her by the hand; whose worth, and honesty, By us, a pair of kings.-Let's from this place.- My ill suspicion. This your son-in-law, And son unto the king, (whom Heavens directing,) [Exeunt. |