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. Paul. I'll draw the curtain. 14 My Lord's almoft fo far transported, that Leo. O fweet Paulina, Make me to think fo twenty years together: 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 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. Paul. Good my Lord, forbear; The ruddinefs upon her lip is wet; You'll marr it, if you kiss it; ftain your own Per. So long could I Paul. Either forbear, Quit presently the chapel, 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, By wicked powers. Leo. What you can make her do, I am content to look on; what to speak, 1 Te To make her speak, as move. Paul. It is requir'd, You do awake your faith; then, all stand still: Leo. Proceed; No foot fhall ftir. Paul. Mufick; awake her: ftrike; [Mufick. 'Tis time, defcend; be ftone no more; approach, [Hermione comes down. You kill her double. Nay, prefent your hand; Leo. Oh; fhe'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 the pertain to life, let her fpeak too. [Embracing her. Pol. Ay, and make it manifest where fhe has liv'd, Or how ftol'n from the dead? Paul. That he is living, Were it but told you, fhould be hooted at And pray your mother's bleffing; turn, good Lady : [Prefenting Perdita, who kneels to Herm. Her. You Gods, look down, And from your facred vials pour your graces Where haft thou been preferv'd? where liv'd? how found Thy Thy father's court; for thou fhalt hear, that I, Paul. There's time enough for That; Leo. O peace, Paulina: Thou should'ft a husband take by my confent, 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, faid many prayer upon her grave. I'll not seek far A (For him, I partly know his mind) to find thee An honourable husband. Come, Camillo, 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, 33 THE |