O, not by much. So aged, as this seems. Paul. So much the more our carver's excellence; Which lets go by some sixteen years, and makes her As she liv'd now. Leon. As now she might have done, So much to my good comfort, as it is Per. And give me leave; And do not say, 'tis superstition, that I kneel, and then implore her blessing.-Lady, Dear queen, that ended when I but began, Give me that hand of yours, to kiss. Paul. O, patience, The statue is but newly fix'd, the colour's Not dry. Cam. My lord, your sorrow was too sore laid Did ever so long live; no sorrow, But kill'd itself much sooner. Pol. Dear my brother, Let him, that was the cause of this, have power Will piece up in himself. Paul. Indeed, my lord, on; If I had thought, the sight of my poor image I'd not have show'd it. Leon. Do not draw the curtain. Paul. No longer shall you gaze on't; lest your fancy May think anon, it moves. G 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 veins Did verily bear blood? Pol. Masterly done: The very life seems warm upon her lip. Leon. The fixture of her eye has motion in't, As we are mock'd with art. Paul. I'll draw the curtain; My lord's almost so far transported, that Leon. Paul. I am sorry, sir, I have thus far stirr'd you : but I could afflict you further. Leon. Do, Paulina; For this affliction has a taste as sweet There is an air comes from her: What fine chisel For I will kiss her. Paul. Good my lord, forbear; The ruddiness upon her lip is wet; Leon. No, not these twenty years. Per. Stand by, a looker on. Paul. So long could I Either forbear, Quit presently the chapel; or resolve you And take you by the hand: but then you'll think, (Which I protest against,) I am assisted By_wicked powers. Leon. 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; I am about, let them depart. Leon. No foot shall stir. Proceed; Music; awake her: strike- [Music. "Tis time; descend; be stone no more: approach; Strike all that look upon with marvel. Come; I'll fill your grave up: stir; nay, come away; Bequeath to death your numbness, for from him Dear life redeems you. You perceive, she stirs: [Hermione comes down from the Pedestal. Start not: her actions shall be holy, as, You hear, my spell is lawful: do not shun her, You kill her double: Nay, present your hand: When she was young, you woo'd her; now, in age, Is she become the suitor. Leon. O, she's warm! [Embracing her. If this be magic, let it be an art Lawful as eating. Pol. She embraces him. Cam. She hangs about his neck; If she pertain to life, let her speak too. Pol. Ay, and make't manifest where she has liv'd, Or, how stol'n from the dead? Paul. That she is living, Were it but told you, should be hooted at Her. [Presenting Perdita, who kneels to Hermione. You gods, look down, And from your sacred vials pour your graces Gave hope thou wast in being,-have preserv'd Paul. There's time enough for that; Lest they desire, upon this push to trouble Your joys with like relation. -Go together, Will wing me to some wither'd bough; and there My mate, that's never to be found again, Lament till I am lost. Leon. O peace, Paulina; Thou should'st a husband take by my consent, And made between's by vows. Thou hast found mine; . As I thought, dead; and have, in vain, said many By us, a pair of kings.-Let's from this place.- [Exeunt. This play, as Dr. Warburton justly observes, is, with all its absurdities, very entertaining. The character of Autolycus is naturally conceived, and strongly represented. JOHNSON. |