From thy admiring Daughter took the Spirit, Per. And give me leave. 'And do not say 'tis Superftition, that I kneel, and then emplore her Bleffing. Lady, Paul. O, Patience; The Statue is but newly fix'd; the Colour's Cam. My Lord, your Sorrow was too fore laid on, So many Summers dry, fcarce any Joy, Did ever fo long live; no Sorrow, Pol. Dear, my Brother, Let him that was the Cause of this, have power Paul. Indeed, my Lord, If I had thought the Sight of my poor Image Leo. Do not draw the Curtain. Paul. No longer fhall you gaze on't, left your Fancy May think anon, it moves. Leo. 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. Mafterly done. The very Life feems warm upon her Lip. Leo. The fixure of her Eye has motion in't, As we are mock'd with Art. Paul. I'll draw the Curtain. My Lord's a'moft so far transported, that Lee. Oh fweet Paulina, Make me to think fo twenty Years together: No No fettled Senfes of the World can match Paul. I am forry, Sir, I have thus far ftirr'd you; but I could affli& 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 Paul. Good my Lord forbear; The ruddinefs upon her Lip is wet; You'll marr it, if you kifs it; ftain your own Per. So long could I Stand by, a Looker on. Paul. Either forbear, Quit presently the Chappel, or refolve you Leo. What you can make her do, I am content to look on; what to speak, Paul. It is requir'd You do awake your Faith, then all stand still. Leo. Proceed; No Foot fhall ftir. Paul. Mufick; awake her: Strike, 'Tis time, defcend; be Stone no more; approach, [Musick. [Hermione comes down. Start Start not, her Actions shall be holy, as You kill her double. Nay, prefent your Hand; Leo. Oh fhe's warm, If this be Magick, let it be an Art Pol. She embraces him. Cam. She hangs about his Neck, If the pertain to Life, let her speak too. [Embracing her. Pol. Ay, and make it manifest where she has liv'd, Or how ftol'n from the dead? Paul. That he is living, Were it but told you, fhould be hooted at Tho' yet she speak not. Mark a little while. Please you to enterpofe, fair Madam, kneel, And pray your Mother's Bleffing; turn good Lady, And from your facred Viols pour your Graces Upon my Daughter's Head; tell me, mine own, Where haft thou been preferv'd? Where liv'd? How found Thy Father's Court? For thou fhalt hear that I, Knowing by Paulina, that the Oracle Gave hope thou waft in being, have preserv❜d Paul. There is time enough for that; Leo. O Peace Paulina: Thou should'ft a Husband take by my Confent, And And made between's by Vows. Thou haft found mine, By us, a pair of Kings. Let's from this place. And Son unto the King, whom, Heav'ns directing, [Exeunt omnes. |