I like your filence, it the more fhews off Leo. Her natural posture! Chide me, dear ftone, that I may fay, indeed, Pol. Oh, not by much. Pau. So much the more our Carver's excellence, Which lets go by some sixteen years; and makes her, As fhe liv'd now. Leo. As now the might have done, So much to my good comfort, as it is Now piercing to my foul. Oh, thus fhe ftood; Per. And give me leave, And do not fay 'tis fuperftition, that I kneel, and then implore her Bleffing-Lady, Pau. O, patience ; The Statue is but newly fix'd; the colour's Not dry. Cam. My lord, your forrow was too fore laid on, Which fixteen winters cannot blow away, So many fummers dry: fcarce any joy Did ever fo 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 Το To take off fo much grief from you, as he 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 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 Would you not deem, it breath'd, and that thofe veins 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 almoft fo far tranfported, that Leo. O fweet Paulina, Make me to think fo twenty years together: Pau. I'm forry, Sir, I have thus far stirr'd you; but I could afflict you further. Leo. Do, Paulina ; For this affliction has a taste 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, Pau. Good my lord, forbear; The ruddiness upon her lip is wet; You'll marr it, if you kifs it; ftain your own Per. Per. So long could I Stand by, a looker on. Pau. Either forbear, Quit presently the Chappel, or refolve you By wicked Powers. 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: Leo. Proceed; No foot fhall ftir. [Mufick. Pau. Mufick; awake her: ftrike; '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 Numnefs; for from him Dear life redeems you; you perceive, the ftirs; [Hermione comes down. Start not; her Actions fhall be holy, as, You kill her double. Nay, present 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; [Embracing ber: Pol. Pol. Ay, and make it manifeft where he has liv'd, Or how ftol'n from the dead? Pau. That he is living, Were it but told you, fhould be hooted at [Prefenting Perdita, who kneels to Herm. Her. You Gods, look down, And from your facred vials pour your graces Gave hope thou waft in Being, have preferv'd Pau. There's time enough for That; Leo. O peace, Paulina: Thou should'st 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, As I thought, dead; and have, in vain, said many (For him, I partly know his mind) to find thee 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 My ill fufpicion: this, your fon-in-law, And fon unto the King-whom heav'ns directing, THE |