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Which lets go by fome fixteen years, and makes her As the liv'd now.
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,
Pau. O, patience;
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 summers dry scarce any joy
Did ever so long live; no forrow,
But kill'd it felf much fooner.
Pol. Dear my brother,
Let him that was the cause of this, have power
Pau. Indeed, my lord,
of my poor image
I'd not have fhew'd you it.
Leo. Do not draw the curtain.
Pau. 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 already----
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.
Pau. I'll draw the curtain.
My lord's almost so far transported, that
Leo. O fweet Paulina,
Make me to think fo twenty years together:
The pleasure of that madness. Let't alone.
Pau. 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 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,
Pau. Good my lord forbear;
The ruddiness upon her lip is wet;
You'll marr it, if you kiss it; ftain your own
Per. So long could I
Stand by a looker on.
Pau. Either forbear,
Quit presently the chappel, or refolve you
By wicked powers.
Leo. What you can make her do,
You do awake your faith, then all stand still.
I am about, let them depart.
No foot fhall ftir.
Pau. Mufick; awake her: ftrike,
'Tis time, defcend; be ftone no more; approach,
[Hermione comes down.
Start not, her actions fhall be holy, as
Is the become the fuitor.
Leo. Oh fhe's warm,
If this be magick, let it be an art
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?
Pau. That he is living,
Were it but told you, fhould be hooted at
And from your facred vials pour your graces
Upon my daughter's head; tell me, mine own,
Gave hope thou waft in being, have preferv'd
Pau. There's time enough for that;
Leo. O peace, Paulina:
Thou should'st a husband take by my confent,
And made between's by vows. Thou haft found mine,
And take her by the hand; whose worth and honesty
By us, a pair of Kings. Let's from this place.
And son unto the King, whom heav'ns directing,