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Paul. As the liv'd peerlefs,

So her dead likeness, I do well believe,

Excels whatever yet you

look'd upon,

Or hand of man hath done; therefore I keep it
Lovely, apart. But here it is; prepare

To fee the life as lively mock'd, as ever

Still fleep mock'd death; behold, and say, 'tis well! [Paulina draws a curtain, and discovers Hermione ftanding like a ftatue.

I like

your filence, it the more fhews off

Your wonder; but yet fpeak, firft you, my Liege,
Comes it not something near?

Leo. Her natural pofture!

Chide me, dear ftone, that I may fay, indeed,
Thou art Hermione; or rather, thou art fhe,
In thy not chiding; for fhe was as tender
As infancy and grace. But yet, Paulina,
Hermione was not fo much wrinkled, nothing
So aged as this feems.

Pol. Oh, not by much.

Paul. So much the more our carver's excellence, Which lets go by fome fixteen years; and makes her, As fhe liv'd now.

Leo. As now the might have done,

So much to my good comfort, as it is

Now piercing to my foul. Oh, thus fhe ftood;
Even with fuch life of Majefty, (warm life,
As now it coldly ftands) when firft I woo'd her.
I am afham'd; do's not the ftone rebuke me,
For being more ftone than it? oh, royal piece!
There's magic in thy Majefty, which has
My evils conjur'd to remembrance; and
From my admiring daughter took the fpirits,
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,



Dear Queen, that ended when I but began,
Give me that hand of yours to kifs.
Paul. O, patience ;-

The ftatue 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 caufe 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 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 thofe 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

He'll think anon, it lives.

Lee. O fweet Paulina,

Make me to think fo twenty years together:

The fixure of her eye has motion in't,] We fhould read,

The fiffure of her eye

i.. the Socket, the Place where the Eye is.


No fettled fenfes of the world can match
The pleasure of that madness. Let't alone.

Paul. I'm forry, Sir, I have thus far ftirr'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 ruddinefs upon her lip is wet;

You'll marr it, if you kifs it; ftain your own
With oily painting; fhall 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 assisted

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 ftand ftill:
And thofe, that think it is unlawful bufinefs.
I am about, let them depart.

Leo. Proceed;

No foot fhall flir.

Paul. Mulic; awake her: ftrike;


'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, fhe ftirs;
[Hermione comes down.
Start not; her actions fhall be holy, as,

You hear, my fpell is lawful; do not fhun her,
Until you fee her die again, for then

You kill her double. Nay, prefent 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 magic, let it be an art
Lawful as eating.

Pol. She embraces him.

Cam. She hangs about his neck;

[Embracing her.

If the pertain to life, let her fpeak too.

Pol. Ay, and make it manifeft where he has liv'd, Or how ftol'n from the dead?

Paul. That fhe is living,

Were it but told you, fhould be hooted at
Like an old tale; but it appears, fhe lives,

Tho' yet fhe fpeak not.

Mark a little while.

Please you to interpofe, fair Madam, kneel,

And pray your mother's bleffing; turn, goed 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

Thy father's court; for thou fhalt hear, that I,
Knowing by Paulina that the Oracle

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

Paul. There's time enough for That;
Left they defire, 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,

fir Will wing me to fome wither'd bough, and there Com My mate, that's never to be found again,


Lament 'till I am loft.

Leo. O peace, Paulina:

Thou shouldft a husband take by my confent, and As I by thine, a wife. This is a match, And made between's by vows.


Thou haft found

But how, is to be queftion'd; for I saw her,

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

(For him, I partly know his mind) to find thee

An honourable hufband. Come, Camillo,

And take her by the hand; whofe worth and honefty
Is richly noted; and here juftified

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-whom heav'ns directing,
Is troth-plight to your daughter. Good Paulina,
La Lead us from hence, where we may leifurely
Each one demand, and answer to his part
Perform'd in this wide gap of time, fince first
We were diffever'd. Haftily lead away.

[Exeunt omnes.

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