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her. Good is metin yo
Leon. The fixture of her eye has motion in't,
I'll draw the curtain :
O, sweet Paulina,
Paul. I am sorry, sir, I have thus far stirred you; but
Good my lord, forbear.
Leon. No, not these twenty years.
So long could I
What you can make her do,
Paul. It is required,
Music; awake her: strike.
'Tis time; descend; be stone no more; approach;
Bequeath to death your numbness, for from him
[HERMIONE comes down from the pedestal.
O, she's warm! [Embracing her.
She embraces him.
Pol. “Ay, and mak’t manifest where she has lived,
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