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 preserved? where lived? 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 preserved
Myself, to see the issue.

Pau.

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.
1
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 shouldst 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 honorable husband. Come, Camillo,

1 Communicate.

And take her by the hand, whose worth, and ho

nesty,

Is richly noted, and here justified

By us, a pair of kings. Let's from this place.What?-Look 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. [Exeunt.

END OF VOL V.