And pray your mother's blessing.-Turn, good lady; Our Perdita is found. [Presenting Perdita, who kneels to Hermione. You gods, look down, Her. And from your sacred vials pour your graces Upon my daughter's head!-Tell me, mine own, Where hast thou been preserv'd? where liv'd? how found Thy father's court? for thou shalt hear, that I,— Knowing by Paulina, that the oracle Gave hope thou wast in being,-have preserv'd my self, To see the issue. Paul. Will wing me to some wither'd bough; and there Leon. ⚫ O peace, Paulina; Thou should'st a husband take by my consent, As I by thine, a wife: this is a match, And made between's by vows. Thou hast found mine; But how, is to be question'd: for I saw her, Is richly noted; and here justify'd 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 And son unto the king, (whom heavens directing,) Ege. The children thus dispos'd, my wife and I, Fixing our eyes on whom our care was fix'd, Fasten'd ourselves at either end the mast; And floating straight, obedient to the stream, Were carried towards Corinth, as we thought. |