Were it but told you, should be hooted at Her. You Gods, look down, found Thy father's court? for thou shalt hear, that I, Knowing by Paulina, that the oracle Gave hope thou wast in being, have presery'd myself, To see the issue. Paul. There's time enough for that; Leon. O peace, Paulina; mine; But how, is to be question'd: for I saw her, As I thought, dead; and have, in vain, said many A prayer pon her grave: I'll not seek far (For him, 1 partly know his mind, ) to find thee An honourable husband: Come, Camillo, And take her by the hand; whose worth, and honesty: Is richly noted; and here justify'd both your pardons, That e'er I put between your holy looks My ill suspicion. This your son-in-law, · Good Paulina, ( Exeunt. |