Leon. As now she might have done So much to my good comfort, as it is Now piercing to my soul. O, thus she stood, Even with such life of majesty, warm life, As now it coldly stands, when first I woo'd her! I am ashamed: does not the stone rebuke me For being more stone than it? O royal piece, There's magic in thy majesty, which has My evils conjur❜d to remembrance, and From thy admiring daughter took the spirits, Standing like stone with thee!

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Pol. Masterly done: The very life seems warm upon her lip. Leon. The fixure of her eye has motion in 't, As we are mock'd with art. Paul.

I'll draw the curtain: My lord's almost so far transported, that He'll think anon it lives.

Leon. O sweet Paulina, Make me to think so twenty years together! No settled senses of the world can match The pleasure of that madness. Let't alone. Paul. I am sorry, sir, I have thus far stirr'd you: but I could afflict you further. Leon. 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 chisel Could ever yet cut breath? Let no man mock me,

For I will kiss her.

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Paul. You do awake your faith. Then all stand still; On: those that think it is unlawful business I am about, let them depart.