There is an air comes from her; what fine chisel Paulina. Good my lord, forbear! The ruddiness upon her lip is wet; You'll mar it if you kiss it, stain your own With oily painting. Shall I draw the curtain? Perdita. Stand by, a looker-on. Paulina. So long could I Either forbear, Quit presently the chapel, or resolve you For more amazement. If you can behold it, And take you by the hand; but then you 'll think— By wicked powers. Leontes. What you can make her do, I am content to look on; what to speak, To make her speak as move. Paulina. It is requir'd You do awake your faith. Then all stand still; Or those that think it is unlawful business I am about, let them depart. Leontes. No foot shall stir. Paulina. Proceed; Music, awake her; strike! "T is time; descend; be stone no more; approach: 80 90 [Music. 100 [Hermione comes down. Start not; her actions shall be holy as You hear my spell is lawful. Do not shun her You kill her double. Nay, present your hand: When she was young you woo'd her; now in age Camillo. She hangs about his neck; If she pertain to life, let her speak too. Polixenes. Ay, and make 't manifest where she has liv'd, Or how stolen from the dead. Paulina. 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.- And pray your mother's blessing.-Turn, good lady; Hermione. 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 Gave hope thou wast in being, have preserv'd Paulina. There 's time enough for that; Lest they desire upon this push to trouble Will wing me to some wither'd bough, and there My mate, that's never to be found again, Lament till I am lost. Leontes. O, peace, Paulina ! Thou shouldst a husband take by my consent, Thou hast found mine; And take her by the hand, whose worth and honesty By us, a pair of kings.-Let's from this place.- 140 150 [Exeunt. |