Pol. Mafterly done! The very life seems warm upon her lip. Leo. The fiffure of her eye has motion in 't, As we were mock'd with art. Paul. I'll draw the curtain. My Lord's almoft fo far tranfported, that Leo. O fweet Paulina, Make me to think fo twenty years together: The pleasure of that madness. Let't alone. Paul. I'm forry, Sir, I have thus far stirr'd you; 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 Paul. Good my Lord, forbear ; The ruddiness upon her lip is wet; You'll mar it, if kifs it; you ftain your own With oily painting. Shall I draw the curtain? Per. So long could I Stand by a looker-on. Paul. Either forbear, Quit presently the chapel, or refolve you Leo. What you can make her do, you I am content to look on; what to speak, Paul. It is requir'd, 'll think, You do awake your faith; then, all stand still: I am about, let them depart. Leo. Proceed; VOL. III. B b but No foot fhall ftir. Paul. Mufic; awake her: ftrike; [Mufic. 'Tis time, defcend; be ftone no more; approach, [Hermione comes down. You kill her double. Nay, present your hand: Leo. Oh, fhe's warm! If this be magic, let it be an art Lawful as eating. Pol. She embraces him. Cam. She hangs about his neck; [Embracing her. If the pertain to life, let her speak too.. 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 Like an old tale; but it appears fhe lives, Though yet fhe speak not. Mark a little while. Please you to interpofe, fair Madam, kneel, 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 Upon my daughter's head: tell me, mine own, Where haft thou been preferv'd? where liv'd? how Gave hope thou waft in being, have preferv'd Paul. There's time enough for that; Partake to every one: "I, an old turtle, "Will wing me to fome wither'd bough, and there Leo. O peace, Paulina: Thou shouldft a husband take by my confent, Thou haft found mine; But how, is to be queftion'd; for I saw her, By us, a pair of Kings. Let's from this place. [To Her My ill fufpicion this your fon-in-law, [Exeunt omnes. B b 2 The SCENE, fometimes in England, and fometimes in France. ACT I. S CENE I. The court of England. Enter King John, Queen Elinor, Pembroke, Effex, and Salisbury, with Chatilion. K. John. TOW, fay, Chatilion, what would Chat. Thus, after greeting, fpeaks the King of France, In my behaviour, to the Majefty, *The troublesome reign of King John was written in two parts by W. Shakespear and W. Rowley, and printed 1611. But the prefent play is entirely different, and infinitely fuperior to it. Mr Pope. The borrow'd Majefty of England here. Eli. A ftrange beginning; borrow'd Majefty! K. John. Silence, good mother; hear the embaffy. Which fways ufurpingly thefe feveral titles, K. John. What follows if we difallow of this? Chat. The proud controul of fierce and bloody war, T'inforce thefe rights fo forcibly with-held. K. John. Here have we war for war, and blood for blood, Controulment for controulment; fo anfwer France. Chat. Then take my King's defiance from my mouth, The fartheft limit of my embaffy. K. John. Bear mine to him, and fo depart in peace. Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France; For ere thou canft report, I will be there, The thunder of my cannon fhall be heard. So, hence! be thou the trumpet of our wrath, And fullen prefage of your own decay. An honourable conduct let him have; Pembroke, look to 't; farewel Chatilion. [Exeunt Chat, and Pem.' Eli. What-now, my fon, have I not ever said, This might have been prevented, and made whole Which now the manage of two kingdoms must With fearful bloody iffue arbitrate. K. John. Our ftrong poffeffion, and our right for us→→ Eli. Your ftrong poffeffion much more than your right, Or else it must go wrong with you and me; |