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Enter POLIXENES, CAMILLO, PAULINA, LEONTES,
Perdita, FLORIZEL, ARCHIDAMUS, EMILIA, Phocion, Hero, CLEOMENES, Lamia, Dion, and THASIUS.
Paul. What, sovereign sir, I did not well, I meant well: All my services You have paid home: but that you have vouchsaf'd With your crown'd brother, and these your con
tracted Heirs of your kingdoms, my poor house to visit, It is a surplus of your grace, which never
last to answer. Leon. 0, Paulina, We honour you with trouble: But we came To see the statue of our queen : your gallery Have we pass'd through, not without much content In many singularities : But we saw not That which my daughter came to look upon, The statue of her mother.
Paul. As she liv'd peerless, So her dead likeness, I do well believe, Excels whatever yet you look'd upon.Prepare To see the life as lively mock'd as ever Still sleep mock'd death :-Behold, and say, 'tis?
PAULINA undraws a Curtain, and discovers a Statue.
Leon. Her natural posture!
Per. And give me leave;
Leon. O, masterpiece of art! nature's deceiv'd
brother, Let him, that was the cause of this, have
Paul. Indeed, my lord,
Leon. Do not draw the curtain.
Leon. 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
Paul. I'll draw the curtain;
Leon. Make me to think so twenty years toge
No settled senses of the world can match
cordial comfort.-Still, methinks,
Paul. Good my lord, forbear:
her lip is wet; You'll mar it, if you kiss it. Shall I draw the curtain ?
Leon. No, not these twenty years.
Per. So long could I Stand by, a looker-on.
Paul. Either forbear,-
Leon. What you can make her do,
I am content to hear; for 'tis as easy
Paul. It is requir'd,
Paul. Music,-awake her,-strike. "Tis time; descend; be stone no more: approach ; Strike all that look upon with marvel.--Come.
[Music.—HERMIONE turns towards
LEONTES. Leon. Heavenly powers!
[Music. - HERMIONE descends from the Pe
Leon. Support me, Heaven -
Per. O Florizel !
Its long-lost half: these tears, that choke her voice, Are hot and moist,-it is Hermione!
Pol. O, make it manifest where she has livd, Or, how stolen from the dead.
Paul. Mark a little while, Please you to interpose, fair madam ; kneel, And pray your mother's blessing.---Turn, good
Our Perdita is found:
[Presents PERDITA.-HerMIONE catches her
in her Arms.
[PERDITA and FLORIZEL kneel.
Leon. Hark, hark! she speaksO, pipe, through sixteen winters dumb! then deem'd Harsh as the raven's throat; now musical As nature's song, tun'd to the according spheres ! Her. My lord, my king,- there's distance in those
names, My husband !
Leon. O, my Hermione !-have I desery'd That tender name?-Be witness, holy powers, If penitence may cleanse the soul from guilt, Leontes' tears have wash'd his crimes away. If thanks unfeign'd be all that you require, Most bounteous gods, for happiness like mine, Read in my heart, your mercy's not in vain! Her. No more, my best lov'd lord :- be all that's
pass'd Buried in this enfolding, and forgiven. Leon. Thou matchless saint !—'Thou paragon of
virtue! Per. Thus let me bow, and kiss that honour'd
hand. Her. Thou, Perdita, my long-lost child, that fill'st My measure up of bliss,-tell me, mine own, Where hast thou been preserv'd? where liv'd ? how
found Thy father's court? for thou shalt hear, that 1,