Which lets go by fome fixteen years, and makes her As the 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 first I woo'd her.
I am asham'd; do's not the stone rebuke me,
For being more ftone than it? oh royal piece
There's magick in thy majefty, which has
My evils conjur'd to remembrance; and
From thy admiring daughter took the spirits,
Standing like ftone with thee,

Per. And give me leave,

And do not say '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 kiss.

Pau. 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 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
To take off so much grief from you, as he
Will piece up in himself.

Pau. Indeed, my lord,
If I had thought the fight
Would thus have wrought

of my poor image
you, for the ftone is mine,

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----
What 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. 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
He'll think anon it lives.

Leo. O fweet Paulina,

Make me to think fo twenty years together:
No fettled fenfes of the world can match

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,
For I will kifs her.

Pau. Good my lord forbear;

The ruddiness upon her lip is wet;

You'll marr it, if you kiss 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.

Pau. Either forbear,

Quit presently the chappel, or refolve you
For more amazement; if you can behold it,
I'll make the statue move indeed; defcend,
And take you by the hand; but then you'll think,
Which I proteft against, I am affisted

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 easie
To make her speak, as move.
Pau. It is requir'd

You do awake your faith, then all stand still.
And those that think it is unlawful business

I am about, let them depart.

Leo. Proceed;

No foot fhall ftir.

Pau. Mufick; 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 numbness; for from him
Dear life redeems you; you perceive the stirs,

[Mufick.

[Hermione comes down.

Start not, her actions fhall be holy, as
You hear my spell is lawful; do not shun 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 the become the fuitor.

Leo. Oh fhe's warm,

[Embracing her.

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 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
Like an old tale; but it appears the lives,
Tho' yet she speak not. Mark a little while.
Please you to interpose, fair madam, kneel,
And pray your mother's bleffing; turn good lady,
Our Perdita is found. [Presenting 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 found
Thy father's court? for thou shalt hear that I,
Knowing by Paulina that the oracle

Gave hope thou waft in being, have preferv'd
My felf, to fee the issue.

Pau. There's time enough for that;
Left they desire, 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,
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

And made between's by vows. Thou haft 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 justified

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 son unto the King, whom heav'ns 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, fince first
We were diffever'd. Haftily lead away.

[Exeunt omnes.