To make her speak, as move.
Paul. 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. Procced;
No foot shall stir.
Paul. Musick; awake her: strike;
'Tis time, descend; be stone no more; approach,
Strike all that look upon with marvel. Come,
I'll fill your grave up: stir; nay, come away:
Bequeath to death your numness; for from him
Dear life redeems you; you perceive, she stirs;
Start not; her actions shall 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, present your hand;
When she was young, you woo'd her; now in age,
Is she become the suitor.
Leo. Oh, she's warm;
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 manifest where she has liv'd,
Or how ftol'n from the dead?
Paul. That she is living,
Were it but told you, should be hooted at
Like an old tale; but it appears, she lives,
Tho' yet she speak not. Mark a little while.
Please you to interpose, fair Madam, kneel,
And pray your mother's blessing; turn, good 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 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 wast in being, have preserv'd
Myself, to fee the issue.
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,
Will wing me to some wither'd bough, and there
My mate, that's never to be found again,
Lament 'till I am loft.
Thou should'st a husband take by my consent,
As I by thine, a wife. This is a match,
And made between's by vows. Thou haft found mine,
But how, is to be question'd; for I faw her,
As I thought, dead; and have, in vain, faid 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 honefty
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 fon 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, since first
We were dissever'd. Hastily lead away. [Exeunt omnes.
H:Gravelot in & del Vol: 3.P:337.
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