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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
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.

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
Could ever yet cut breath! Let no man mock me,
For I will kifs her.

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?
Leo. No, not thefe twenty years.

Per. So long could I

Stand by a looker-on.

Paul. Either forbear,

Quit presently the chapel, or refolve you
For more amazement: if you can behold it,
I'll make the ftatue move indeed; defcend,
And take you by the hand. But then
Which I proteft against, I am affifted
By wicked powers.

Leo. What you can make her do,

you

I am content to look on; what to speak,
I am content to hear: for 'tis as easy
To make her speak as move.

Paul. It is requir'd,

'll think,

You do awake your faith; then, all stand still:
And thofe that think it is unlawful business

I am about, let them depart.

Leo. Proceed;

VOL. III.

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but

No foot fhall ftir.

Paul. Mufic; awake her: ftrike;

[Mufic.

'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 numbnefs; for from him
Dear life redeems you. You perceive the ftirs;

[Hermione comes down.
Start not; her actions fhall be holy, as,
You hear, my fpell 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 fhe become the fuitor.

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;
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 preferv'd? where liv'd? how
Thy father's court? for thou shalt hear, that I, [found
Knowing by Paulina that the oracle

Gave hope thou waft in being, have preferv'd
Myfelf to fee the iffue.

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 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 shouldft a husband take by my confent,
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 queftion'd; for I saw her,
As I thought, dead; and have, in vain, faid many
A prayer upon her grave. I'll not feek far
(For him, I partly know his mind) to find thee
An honourable hufband. Come, Camillo,
And take her by the hand; whofe worth and honefty
Is richly noted; and here juftified

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

[To Her
And fon unto the King-whom heav'ns directing,
Is troth-plight to your daughter. Good Paulina,
Lead us from hence, where we may leifurely
Each one demand, and answer to his part
Perform'd in this wide gap of time, fince firft
We were diffever'd. Haftily lead away.

My ill fufpicion this your fon-in-law,

[Exeunt omnes.

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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
France with us?

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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.
Chat. Philip of France, in right and true behalf
Of thy deceafed brother Geffrey's fon,
Arthur Plantagenet, lays lawful claim
To this fair island and the territories;
To Ireland, Poitiers, Anjou, Touraine, Maine;
Defiring thee to lay afide the fword,

Which fways ufurpingly thefe feveral titles,
And put the fame into young Arthur's hand,
Thy nephew, and right-royal fovereign.

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,
How that ambitious Conftance would not cease,
Till fhe had kindled France and all the world,
Upon the right and party of her fon?

This might have been prevented, and made whole
With very eafy arguments of love;

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;

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