The statue is but newly fix'd, the colour's

Not dry.

Cam. My lord, your forrow was too fore laid on;
Which fixteen winters cannot blow away,

So many fummers, dry: fcarce 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
To take off fo much grief from you, as he
Will piece up in himself.

Paul. Indeed, my lord,

If I had thought, the fight of my poor image
Would thus have wrought you, (for the ftone is mine)
I'd not have fhew'd it.

Leo. Do not draw the curtain.

Paul. No longer fhall you gaze on't; left your fancy May think anon, it moves.

Leo. Let be, let be.

Would I were dead, but that, methinks, already-
What was he, that did make it ?-See, 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.

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Leo. The fixure of her eye has motion in't,

So are we mock'd with art.

Paul. I'll draw the curtain;

My lord's almoft fo far transported, that

He'll think anon, it lives.

Leo. O fweet Paulina,

Make me to think fo twenty years together;

s already]-'tis on the point to move.

The fixure of her eye has motion in't, fo are we]-The fix'd gaze of her eye hath all the appearance of tremulous motion imparted to it by the artist-As we are mock'd.

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No fettled fenfes of the world can match

The pleasure of that madness. Let't alone.

Paul. I am forry, fir, 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;

You'll mar 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.

Paul. Either forbear,

Quit presently the chapel; or refolve you
For more amazement: If you can behold it,
I'll make the ftatue move indeed; defcend,

And take you by the hand: but then you'll think,
(Which I protest against) I am affifted

By wicked powers.

Leo. 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 requir'd,

You do awake your faith: Then, all stand still;

Or, thofe, that think it is unlawful business

I am about, let them depart.

Leo. Proceed;

No foot fhall ftir.

Paul. Mufick; awake her: ftrike.

[Mufick.

'Tis time; defcend; be stone no more: approach;
Strike all that look upon with marvel. Come;
"
I'll fill your grave up: ftir; nay, come away;
Bequeath to death your numbnefs, for from him
Dear life redeems you. You perceive, she stirs:
[Hermione comes down.

Start not; her actions shall be holy, as,
You hear, my spell is lawful: do not fhun her,
Until you fee her die again; for then

You kill her double: Nay, present your hand:

When she was young, you woo'd her; now, in age,
Is fhe become the fuitor.

Leo. Oh, fhe's warm!

If this be magick, let it be an art

Lawful as eating.

Pol. She embraces him.

Cam. She hangs about his neck;

If the pertain to life, let her speak too.

[Embracing ber.

Pol. Ay, and make't manifeft where fhe has liv'd,

Or how ftol'n from the dead?

Paul. That fhe is living,

Were it but told you, should be hooted at

Like an old tale; but it appears, the lives,

Though yet she speak not. 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 Hermione.

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,-
Knowing by Paulina, that the oracle

" look upon]—look on you.
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Gave

Gave hope thou waft in being,-have preferv'd
Myself, to fee the iffue.

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Paul. There's time enough for that;

Left they defire, upon this pufh, 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 fome wither'd bough; and there
My mate, that's never to be found again,
Lament 'till I am loft.

Leo. O peace, Paulina;

Thou should'st a husband take by my confent,
As I by thine, a wife: this is a match,

And made between's by vows. Thou haft found mine;
But how, is to be queftion'd: for I faw her,

As I thought, dead; and have, in vain, said many
A prayer upon her grave: I'll not feek far

(For him, I partly know his mind) to find thee
An honourable husband :-Come, Camillo,

And take her by the hand: whofe worth, and honesty, Is richly noted; and here justify'd

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 fufpicion.-This your fon-in-law,

And fon unto the king; who, heavens directing,
Is troth-plight to your daughter.-Good Paulina,
Lead us from hence; where we may leisurely
Each one demand, and anfwer to his part

Perform'd in this wide gap of time, fince first
We were diffever'd: Haftily lead away.

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[Exeunt omnes.

Left they defire, &c.]-Defist from these enquiries now, left the company should wish to interrupt you, at this juncture, with their curiofity. Partake to every one :]-Participate among you.

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