What was he, that did make it? fee, my lord,

Would you not deem, it breath'd; and that thofe veins

Did verily bear blood?

POL. Masterly done!

The very life feems warm upon her lip.

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

As we were mock'd with art.

PAUL. I'll draw the curtain.

My lord's almost so far transported, that
He'll think anon, it lives.

LEO. O fweet Paulina,

Make me to think fo twenty years together:
No fettled fenfes of the world can match
The pleasure of that madness. Let 't alone.

PAUL. I'm forry, fir, I have thus far stirr'd you; but

I could afflict you further.

LEO. 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 chizzel

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

PAUL. Good my lord, forbear;

The ruddinefs upon her lip is wet;

You'll marr it, if you kiss it; ftain your own
With oily painting. Shall I draw the curtain?
LEO. No, Not these twenty years.

PER. So long could I

Stand by, a looker on.

PAUL. Either forbear.

Quit prefently the chapel, or refolve you

For more amazement; if you can behold it,

I'll make the ftatue move, indeed; defcend,

And take you by the hand; but then you'll think,
Which I proteft againft, I am affisted

By wicked powers.

LEO. What you can make her do,

I am content to look on; what to speak,
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 :
And thofe, that think it is unlawful business

I am about, let them depart.

LEO. Proceed;

No foot fhall ftir.

PAUL. Mufick; awake her: ftrike.

'Tis time, defcend: be ftone no more, approach,
Strike all that look upon with marvel. Come,
I'll fill your grave up: ftir; nay, come away;
Bequeath to death your numbness; for from him
Dear life redeems you. You perceive, she stirs;

[Mufick.

[Hermione comes down.

Start not; her actions shall be holy, as
You hear my spell is lawful; do not shun her,
Until you fee her die again, for then

You kill her double. Nay, prefent your hand;

When she was young, you woo'd her; now in age,
Is he become the fuitor.

LEO. Oh, she's warm;

If this be magick, let it be an art

Lawful as eating.

POL. She embraces him.

CAM. She hangs about his neck;

[Embracing her.

If the pertain to life, let her speak too.

POL. Ay, and make it manifeft where she has liv'd,

Or how ftol'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, the lives,.

Tho' yet she spake not.

Mark a little while.

Please you to interpofe.-Fair madam, kneel,

And pray your mother's bleffing -Turn, good lady:
Our Perdita is found. [Prefenting Perd. who kneels to Herm.
HER. You gods, look down,

And from your facred vials pour your graces

Upon my daughter's head. Tell me, mine own,

Where hast thou been preferv'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 waft in being, have preferv'd
Myself, to fee the issue.

PAUL. Thete's time enough for that;
Left they defire, upon this push, to trouble
Your joys with like relation. Go together,
Ye precious winners all, your exultation
Partake to every one; I, an old turtle,
Will wing me to fome wither'd bough, and there
My mate, that's never to be found again,
Lament 'till I am loft.

LEO. O peace, Paulina:

Thou should'st a husband take by my corent,

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 feek far
(For him, I partly know his mind) to find thee
An honourable husband. Come, Camillo,

And take her by the hand; whofe worth and honesty
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 pardons,
That e'er I put between your holy looks

My ill fufpicion.-This, your fon-in-law,
And fon unto the king whom heav'ns 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, fince first

We were diffever'd. Haftily lead away. [Exeunt omnes.

TWELFTH-NIGHT:

O R,

WHAT YOU WILL