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'd, as ever

Still sleep mock'd death: behold; and say, 'tis well. [PAULINA undraws a Curtain, and discovers 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 tender, 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 ?-O, royal piece,
There's magick in thy majesty; which has
My evils conjur'd to remembrance; and
From thy admiring daughter took the spirits,
Standing like stone with thee!

Per.

And give me leave; And do not say, 'tis superstition, that

I kneel, and then implore her blessing.-Lady,
Dear queen, that ended when I but began,

Give me that hand of yours, to kiss.

Paul.

O, patience;

The statue is but newly fix'd, the colour's

Not dry.

Cam. My lord, your sorrow was too sore laid

on;

Which sixteen winters cannot blow away,

So many summers, dry: scarce any joy

Did ever so long live; no sorrow,

But kill'd itself much sooner.

Pol.

Dear my brother,

Let him, that was the cause of this, have power To take off so much grief from you, as he

Will piece up in himself.

Paul.

Indeed, my lord,

If I had thought, the sight of my poor image Would thus have wrought you (for the stone is 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

Let be, let be.

Would I were dead, but that, methinks, alreadyWhat was he, that did make it ?-See, my lord, Would you not deem, it breath'd? and that those

veins

Did verily bear blood?

Pol.

Masterly done:

The very life seems warm upon her lip.

Leon. The fixure of her eye has motion in't,3

2-wrought] i. e. worked, agitated.

The fixure of her eye has motion in't,] The meaning is, though her eye be fixed, [as the eye of a statue always is,] yet it seems to have motion in it: that tremulous motion, which is perceptible in the eye of a living person, how much soever one endeavour to fix it.

I'll draw the curtain;

As we are mock'd with art.4

Paul.

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 chiz

zel

Could ever yet cut breath? Let no man mock me, For I will kiss her.

Paul.

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?
Leon. No, not these twenty years.

Per.

Stand by, a looker on.

Paul.

So long could I

Either forbear,

Quit presently the chapel; or resolve you
For more amazement: If you can behold it,
I'll make the statue move indeed; descend,
And take you by the hand: but then you'll think,
(Which I protest against,) I am assisted

By wicked powers.

Leon.

What you can make her do, I am content to look on: what to speak,

As we are mock'd with art.] As, is used by our author here as in some other places, for " as if." With has the force of by.

I am content to hear; for 'tis as easy

To make her speak, as move.

Paul.

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.

Leon.

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,

Is she become the suitor.

Leon.

If this be magick,

Lawful as eating.

Pol.

She embraces him.

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.

[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 ine, 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
Myself, 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.

O peace, Paulina;

Leon.
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.

mine;

Thou hast found

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,

You precious winners all;] You who by this discovery have gained what you desired, may join in festivity, in which I, who have lost what never can be recovered, can have no part.

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your exultation

Partake to every one.] Partake here means participate.