Leo.

Let be, let be:

Would I were dead, but that me thinkes alreadie.

(What was he that did make it?) See (my Lord)

Would you not deeme it breath'd: and that those veines Did verily beare blood?

Pol.

'Masterly done :

The very Life seemes warme upon her Lippe.

Leo. The fixure of her Eye ha's motion in't, As we are mock'd with Art.

Paul.

Ile draw the Curtaine :

My Lord's almost so farre transported, that
Hee'le thinke anon it lives.

Leo.

Oh sweet Paulina,

Make me to thinke so twentie yeeres together:

No setled Sences of the World can match

The pleasure of that madnesse. Let't alone.

Paul. I am sorry (Sir) I have thus farre stir'd you: but

As any

Cordiall comfort. Still me thinkes

There is an ayre comes from her. What fine Chizzell
Could ever yet cut breath? Let no man mock me,

For I will kisse her.

Paul.

Good my Lord, forbeare:

The ruddinesse upon her Lippe, is wet:

You'le marre it, if you kisse it; stayne your owne

With Oyly Painting: shall I draw the Curtaine.

Leo. No: not these twentie yeeres.

Perd.

Stand-by, a looker-on.

Paul.

So long could I

Either forbeare,
Quit presently the Chappell, or resolve you
For more amazement: if you can behold it,
Ile make the Statue move indeed; descend,

And take you by the hand: but then you'le thinke (Which I protest against) I am assisted

By wicked Powers.

Leo.

What you can make her doe,

I am content to looke on: what to speake,
I am content to heare: for 'tis as easie

To make her speake, as move.

You doe awake your Faith: then, all stand still:
On those that thinke it is unlawfull Businesse
I am about, let them depart.

Leo.

No foot shall stirre.

Paul.

Proceed:

Musick; awake her: Strike:
'Tis time: descend: be Stone no more: approach:
Strike all that looke upon with mervaile: Come:
Ile fill your Grave up: stirre: nay, come away :
Bequeath to Death your numnesse: (for from him,
Deare Life redeemes you) you perceive she stirres:
Start not her Actions shall be holy, as

You heare my Spell is lawfull: doe not shun her,
Untill you see her dye againe; 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?

Leo.

Oh, she's warme :

If this be Magick, let it be an Art

Law full as Eating.

Pol.

She embraces him.

Cam. She hangs about his necke,

If she pertaine to life, let her speake too.

Pol. I, and make it manifest where she ha's liv'd, Or how stolne from the dead?

Paul.

That she is living,

Were it but told you, should be hooted at

Like an old Tale: but it appeares she lives,

Though yet she speake not. Marke a little while :
Please you to interpose (faire Madam) kneele,
And pray your Mothers blessing: turne good Lady,
Our Perdita is found.

Her.

You Gods looke downe,

And from your sacred Viols poure your graces

Upon my daughters head: Tell me (mine owne)

Where hast thou bin preserv'd? Where liv'd? How found Thy Fathers Court? For thou shalt heare that I

Knowing by Paulina, that the Oracle

Gave hope thou wast in being, have preserv'd

My selfe, to see the yssue.

Paul.

There's time enough for that,

Least they desire (upon this push) to trouble
Your joyes, 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 againe)

Lament, till I am lost.

Leo.

O peace Paulina:

Thou shouldst a husband take by my consent,

As I by thine a Wife. This is a Match,

And made betweene's by Vowes. Thou hast found mine,

But how, is to be question'd: for I saw her

(As I thought) dead: and have (in vaine) said many

A prayer upon her grave. Ile not seeke farre

(For him, I partly know his minde) to finde thee

An honourable husband. Come Camillo,

And take her by the hand: whose worth, and honesty

Is richly noted and heere justified

By Us, a paire of Kings.

Let's from this place.

What? looke upon my Brother: both your pardons,

That ere I put betweene your holy lookes

My ill suspition: This your Son-in-law,

And Sonne unto the King, whom heavens directing
Is troth-plight to your daughter. Good Paulina,
Leade us from hence, where we may leysurely
Each one demand, and answere to his part

Perform'd in this wide gap of Time, since first
We were dissever'd: Hastily lead away.

Exeunt.

Hermione, Queene to Leontes.

Perdita, Daughter to Leontes and Hermione.

Paulina, wife to Antigonus.

Emilia, a Lady.

Polixenes, King of Bohemia.

Florizell, Prince of Bohemia.

Old Shepheard, reputed Father of Perdita.
Clowne, his Sonne.

Autolicus, a Rogue.

Archidamus, a Lord of Bohemia.

Other Lords, and Gentlemen, and Servants.
Shepheards, and Shephearddesses.

FINIS.