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

Not dry.

Cam. My lord, your sorrow was too fore laid on;
Which sixteen winters cannot blow away,
So many summers, dry: scarce any joy
Did ever so 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 so much grief from you, as he
Will piece up in himself.

Paul. Indeed, my lord,
If I had thought, the sight of my poor image
Would thus have wrought you, (for the stone is mine)
I'd not have shew'd it.

Leo. Do not draw the curtain.

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

Leo. Let be, let be.
Would I were dead, but that, methinks, alreadymo
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 seems warm upon her lip.

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 almost so far transported, that
He'll think anon, it lives.

Leo. O sweet Paulina,
Make me to think so twenty years together ;

s already)—'tis on the point to move.

i The fixure of ber eye bas motion in', so 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. VOL. II.



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 stirr'd you: but
I could afflict


Leo. 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 chizzel
Could ever yet cut breath ? Let no man mock me,
For I will kiss her.

Paul. 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 ?

Leo. No, not these twenty years.

Per. So long could I
Stand by, a looker on.

Paul. Either forbear,
Quit presently the chapel; or resolve

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 aflifted
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, those, that think it is unlawful business
I am about, let them depart.

Leo. Proceed;
No foot shall stir.
Paul. Mufick ; awake her : strike.


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'Tis time ; descend; 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 numbness, 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 shun her,

you see 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 she become the suitor.
Leo. Oh, she's warm !

[Embracing ber. If this be magick, let it be an art Lawful as eating.

Pol. She embraces him.

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

Pol. Ay, and make't manifest where she has liv'd,
Or how stol'n from the dead?

Paul. 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 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 preserv'd ? where liv'd ? how found
Thy father's court? for thou shalt hear, that 1,-
Knowing by Paulina, that the oracle

u look upon]--look on you.

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Gave hope thou wast in being,—have preservd
Myself, to see the issue.

Paul. There's time enough for that;
Left they desire, upon this puih, 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 wither'd bough ; and there
My mate, that's never to be found again,
Lament 'till I am lost.

Leo. O peace, Paulina ;
Thou 1hould'st 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 question’d: 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 honourable husband :-Come, Camillo,
And take her by the hand : whose 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 suspicion.— This your

son-in-law, And son 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 answer to his part Perform’d in this wide gap of time, since first We were dissever'd: Haftily lead away. [Exeunt omnes.

Left they defire, &c.]-Defist from these enquiries now, left the company should wish to interrupt you, at this juncture, with their curiosity.

* Partake to every one :)- Participate among you.


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