Which lets go by fome fixteen years, and makes her As the liv'd now. Leo. As now he might have done, So much to my good comfort, as it is Now piercing to my foul. Oh, thus fhe ftood; As now it coldly ftands, when first I woo'd her. Per. And give me leave, And do not say 'tis fuperftition, that I kneel, and then implore her blessing. 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 Will piece up in himself. Pau. Indeed, my lord, If I had thought the fight of my poor image Would thus have wrought you, for the stone 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 thofe 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: 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 I could afflict you further. Leo. Do Paulina; For this affliction has a taste as sweet As any cordial comfort. Still methinks you; but 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 Leo. What you can make her do, I am content to look on; what to speak, Pau. 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. Pau. Mufick; awake her: ftrike, 'Tis time, defcend; be tone no more; approach, [Mufick [Hermione comes down. Start not, her actions shall be holy, as You kill her double. Nay prefent your hand; When he was young, you woo'd her; now in age, Is fhe become the fuitor. Leo. Oh fhe'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 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 interpofe, 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 preserv'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 Pau. There's time enough for that; Will wing me to fome wither'd bough, and there Leo. O peace, Paulina: Thou should'st a husband take by my confent, And And made between's by vows. Thou haft found mine, And take her by the hand; whofe worth and honesty By us, a pair of Kings. Let's from this place. My ill fufpicion this your fon-in-law, And fon unto the King, whom heav'ns directing, [Exeunt omnes. The End of the SECOND VOLUME. |