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Standing like stone with thee.
Per. And give me leave,
Paul. O, patience ;
Cam. My Lord, your forrow was too sore laid on,
summers dry : scarce any joy Did ever so long live; no sorrow, But kill'd itself much fooner.
Pol. Dear my brother,
Paul. Indeed, my Lord,
Leo. Do not draw the curtain.
Paul. No longer shall you gaze on't, left your fancy May think anon, it move.
Leo. Let be, let be;
Pol. Masterly done!
Leo. The fixure of her eye has motion in't,
Paul. I'll draw the curtain.
Leo. O sweet Paulina,
The pleasure of that madness. Let't alone.
Paul. I am sorry, Sir, I have thus far ftir'd you; bug I could afflict
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, For I will kiss her.
Paul, Good my Lord, forbear; The ruddiness
her lip is wet; You'll marr it, if you kiss it; ftain your own With oily painting; shall I draw the curtains
Leo. No, not these twenty years.
Per. So long could I
Paul. Either forbear,
Leo. What you can make her do,
Paul. It is requir'd,
Paul. Mufick; awake her : strike; Mufick. 'Tis time, descend; be stone 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 numbness ; for from him Dear life redeems you ; you perceive, she firs;
[Hermione comes down.
Start not; her actions shall be holy, as,
fee her die again, for then
[Embracing ber. If this be magick, let it be an art Lawful as eating.
Pol. She embraces him.
Cam. She hangs about his neck;
Pol. Ay, and make it manifest where she has liv'd, Oi how itol'n from the dead?
Puul. That she is living, Were it but told you, should be hooted at Like an old tale; but it appears, the lives, Tho' yet the 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.
[Presenting Perdita, who kneels to Hermione.
Paul, There's time enough for that ;
Leo. O peace, Paulina:
A prayer upon
As I by thine a wife. This is a match,
I'll not seek far
That e'er I put between your holy looks My ill suspicion: this, your son-in-law, And son 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, ince first We were diffever’d. Haftily lead away. (Exeunt omness