Standing like ftone with thee. Per. And give me leave, And do not fay 'tis fuperftition, that I kneel, and then implore her bleffing.-Lady, Paul. O, patience; 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 itfelf much fooner. Pol. Dear my brother, Let him, that was the caufe of this, have power 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 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. Mafterly 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: The The pleasure of that madness. Let't alone. Paul. I am forry, Sir, I have thus far ftir'd you; but I could affli&t you further. Leo. Do, Paulina; For this affliction has a tafte 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 kifs her. Paul. Good my Lord, forbear; You'll marr it, if you kiss it; ftain your own Per. So long could I Stand by, a looker on. Paul. Either forbear, Quit prefently 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: I am about, let them depart. Leo. Proceed; No foot fhall ftir. Paul. Mufick; awake her: ftrike; [Mufick. 'Tis time, defcend; be ftone 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 doron. P 2 Start Start not; her actions fhall be holy, as, You kill her double. Nay, present your hand; Leo. Oh, he's warm; If this be magick, let it be an art Pol. She embraces him. Cam. She hangs about his neck; If fhe pertain to life, let her speak too. now in age, [Embracing her. Pol. Ay, and make it manifeft where she has liv'd, Or how ftol'n from the dead? Paul. That he is living, Were it but told you, fhould be hooted at Like an old tale; but it appears, fhe lives, Tho' yet the fpeak not. Mark a little while. Pleafe 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 Gave hope thou waft in being, have preferv'd Paul. There's time enough for that; Leo. O peace, Paulina: Thou should'st a husband take by my confent, As As I by thine a wife. This is a match, And made between's by vows. Thou haft found mine, As I thought, dead; and have, in vain, faid many By us, a pair of Kings. Let's from this place. And fon unto the King-whom heav'ns directing, |