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Heirs of your kingdoms, my poor house to visit,
As she liv'd peerless, her dead likeness, I do well believe, Excels whatever yet you look'd upon, Or hand of man hath done; therefore I keep it Lonely, apart: But here it is : prepare To see the life as lively mock'u, as ever Still sleep mock'd death: behold; and say, 'tis well.
[Paulina undraws a curtain, and disco
ders a statue. I like your silence, it the more shows off Your wonder: But yet speak ;-first, you, my liege. Comes it not something near? Leon.
Her natural posture ! Chide me, dear stone; that I may say, indeed, Thou art Hermione: or, rather, thou art she, In thy not chiding; for she was as teuder, As infancy, and grace.-But yet, Paulina, Hermione was not so much wrinkled; nothing So aged, as this seems. Pol.
O, not by much. Paul. So much the more our carver's excellence; Which lets go by some sixteen years, and makes her As she liv'd now. 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 asham'd: Does not the stone rebuke me,
For being more stone than it?-0, royal piece,
And give me leave;
O, patience, The statue is but newly fix'd, the colour's Not dry.
Cam. My lord, your sorrow was too sore laid on;
Dear my brother,
Indeed, my lord,
mine), I'd not have show'd it. Leon.
Do not draw the curtain, Paul. No longer shall you gaze on't ; lest your
fancy May think anon, it moves. Leon.
Let be, let be. Would I were dead, but that methinks already What was he, that did make tt?-See, my lord, Would you not deem, it breath'd? and that those
veins Did verily bear blood ?
• Worked, agitated.
Leon. The fixure of her eye has motion in't*,
I'll draw the curtain;
O sweet Paulina,
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 coines 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:
Leon. No, not these twenty years.
So long could I
What you can make her do,
• i. e. Though her eye be fixed, it seems to have motion in it.
+ As if.
I am content to hear; for 'tis as easy
It is requir'd,
[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 cornes down from the pedestal. Start not : her actious 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 land : 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 liv'd,
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
You gods, look down,
And from your sacred rials' pour your graces
There's time enough for that;
O peace, Paulina;
• You who by this discovery have gained what