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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. Paut. I am sorry, sir, I have thus far stirr’d you:
but I could afflict
cordial comfort.-Still, methinks,
Good my lord, forbear:
Leon. No, not these twenty years.
So long could I
What you can make her do,
It is requir'd,
You do awake your faith: Then, all stand still;
[Musick. 'Tis time; descend; be stone no more: approach; Strike all that look upon with marvel. Come; I'll fill your grave up: stir; nay, come away; Bequeath to death your numbness, for from him Dear life redeems you.—You perceive, she stirs:
[Hermione comes down from the pedestal. Start not: her actions shall be holy, as, You hear, my spell is lawful: do not shun her, Until you see 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 she become the suitor. Leon.
O, she's warm! [Embracing her.
She embraces him.
Pol. Ay, and make't manifest where she has livd,
That she is living, Were it but told you, should be hooted at Like an old tale; but it appears, she lives, Though yet she 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. Her.
You gods, look down, 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.
There's time enough for that; Lest they desire, 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 some wither'd bough; and there My mate, that's never to be found again, Lament till I am lost. Leon.
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, · As I thought, dead; and have, in vain, said many A prayer upon
her grave: I'll not seek far (For him, I partly know his mind,) to find thee An honourable husband :—Come, Camillo, And take her by the hand: whose worth, and honesty,
Is richly noted; and here justify'd