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Or those, that think it is unlawful business

I am about, let them depart.

Leor.

No foot shall stir.
Paul.

Proceed;

Musick; awake her: strike.

[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,

Cam. She hangs about his neck;

If she pertain to life, let her speak too.

Pol, Ay, and make't manifest where she has liv'd,

Or, how stol'n from the dead.

Paul.

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.

Her.

[Presenting Perdita, who kneels to 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

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 70; 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.

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,

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 ho

nesty,

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 par

dons,

That e'er I put between your holy looks
My ill suspicion, -This your son-in-law,

And son unto the king, (whom heavens directing,)
Is troth-plight to your daughter.-Good Paulina,
Lead us from hence; where we may leisurely
Each one demand, and answer to his part
Perform'd in this wide gap of time, since first
We were dissever'd: Hastily lead away.

[Exeunt.