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So aged, as this seems.
0, not by much.
As now she might have done,
And give me leave;
Cam. My lord, your sorrow was too sore laid on;
Dear my brother,
Indeed, my lord,
Do not draw the curtain. Paul. No longer shall you gaze on't; lest your fancy May think anon, it moves.
Let be, let be. Would I were dead, but that methinks already What 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.
Leon. The fixture of her eye has motion in't,
I'll draw the curtain;
O sweet Paulina,
Paul. I am sorry, sir, I have thus far stirr'd you : but
Good my lord, forbear;
Leon. No, not these twenty years.
So long could I
What you can make her do,
I am content to hear; for 'tis as easy
It is requir'd,
Paul. Music; awake her: strike- [Music. '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 ber; now, Is she become the suitor. Leon.
O, she's warm! [Embracing her.
She embraces him.
Pol. Ay, and make't manifest where she has livid,
That she is living,
[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,-
There's time enough for that;
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 honesty, Is richly noted; and here justified By us, a pair of kings.- Let's from this place.What?-Louk upon my brother :—both your pardons, 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.
This play, as Dr. Warburton justly observes, is, with all its absurdities, very entertaining. The character of Autolycus is naturally conceived, and strongly represented.