It is a furplus of your Grace, which never Leo. O Paulina, We honour you with trouble; but we came Paul. As fhe liv'd peerless, So her dead likeness, I do well believe, Or hand of man hath done; therefore I keep it To fee the life as lively mock'd as ever Still fleep mock'd death; behold, and fay, 'tis well! [Paulina draws a curtain, and difcovers a ftatue. I like your filence, it the more fhews off -- Your wonder; but yet speak. First you, my Liege, Comes it not fomething near? Leo. Her natural posture! Chide me, dear stone, that I may say, indeed, Pol. Oh, not by much. Paul. So much the more our carver's excellence, 7 therefore I keep it Lovely, apart.- -] Lovely, i. e. charily, with more than ordinary regard and tenderness. The Oxford Editor reads, Lonely, apart- As if it could be apart without being alone. WARBURTON. I am yet inclined to lonely, which in the old angular writing cannot be diftinguished from lovely. To fay, that I keep it alone, feparate from the reft, is a pleonafm which scarcely any nicety declines. Which lets go by fome fixteen years; and make her, Leo. As now the might have done, Per. And give me leave, And do not say 'tis fuperftition, that I kneel, and then implore her bleffing. Lady, 8 Paul. O, patience 3 ;———— The statue is but newly fix'd; the colour's Cam. My Lord, your forrow was too fore laid on, Which fixteen winters cannot blow away, So many fummers, dry; scarce any joy Did ever fo long live; no forrow, But kill'd itself much fooner. Pol. Dear my brother, Let him, that was the cause of this, have power Will piece up in himself. Paul. Indeed, my Lord, If I had thought, the fight of my poor image Leo. Do not draw the curtain. Paul. No longer fhall you gaze on't, left your fancy O patience.] That is, Stay a while, be not so eager. May May think anon, it move. Leo. Let be, let be; ? Would I were dead, but that, methinks, alreadyWhat was he, that did make it? fee, my Lord, Would you not deem, it breath'd; and that those veins Did verily bear blood? Pol. Masterly done! The very life feems warm upon her lip. Leo. The fixure of her eye has motion in't', 'As we were mock'd with art. Paul. I'll draw the curtain. My Lord's almoft fo far tranfported, that Leo. O fweet Paulina, Make me to think fo twenty years together: Paul. I'm forry, Sir, I have thus far stirr'd you; but I could afflict you further. Leo. Do, Paulina; For this affliction has a tafte as fweet As any cordial comfort. Still, methinks, There is an air comes from her. What fine chizzel Could ever yet cut breath? let no man mock me, For I will kifs her. Paul. Good my Lord, forbear; The ruddiness upon her lip is wet; 9 Would I were dead, but that, methinks, already-] The fentence compleated is, —but that, methinks, already I converfe with the dead. But there his paffion made him break off. WARBURTON. The FIXURE of her eye has motion in't.] This is fad nonfenfe. We should read, The FISSURE of her eyethe eye is. i. e. the focket, the place where WARBURTON. Fixure is right. The mean ing is, that her eye, though fix ed, as in an earnest gaze, has motion in it. EDWARDS. You'll You'll marr it, if you kifs it; ftain your own With oily painting. Shall I draw the curtain? Leo. No, not these twenty years. Per. So long could I Stand by, a looker on. Quit presently the chapel, or refolve you By wicked powers. Leo. What you can make her do, I am content to look on; what to speak, Paul. It is requir'd, You do awake your faith: then, all stand still : Leo. Proceed; No foot fhall ftir. [Mufick. Pol. Mufick; awake her: ftrike. Start not; her actions fhall be holy, as You kill her double. Nay, prefent your hand; Leo. Oh, fhe's warm; If this be magick, let it be an art [Embracing her. Pol. Pol. She embraces him. Cam. She hangs about his neck; Pol. Ay, and make it manifeft where she has liv'd, Or how ftol'n from the dead? Paul. That she is living, Were it but told you, should be hooted at Mark a little while. Please you to interpofe Fair Madam, kneel, - And pray your mother's bleffing.-Turn, good Lady: Our Perdita is found. [Prefenting Perdita, who kneels to Herm. Her. You Gods, look down, And from your facred vials pour your graces Upon my daughter's head. Tell me, mine own, Where haft thou been preferv'd? where liv'd? how found Thy father's court? for thou fhalt hear, that I, Gave hope that thou waft in being, have preferv'd Paul. There's time enough for that; Left they defire, upon this push, to trouble Will wing me to fome wither'd bough, and there Leo. O peace, Paulina: Thou should'st a husband take by my consent, And made between's by vows. Thou haft found mine, Ye precious winners all.] You who by this discovery have gained what you defired may join in feftivity, in which I, who have loft what can never be recovered, can have no part. But |