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Leon.

Proceed:
No foot shall stir.
Paul.
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 descends from the pedestal. Start not; her actions shall be holy, as You hear my spell is lawful: do not shun her, Until you see her die again ; 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.

Leon. [Embracing her.] O, she's warm !
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 it 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
Like an old tale : but it appears she lives,
Though yet she speak not. Mark a little while.-
Please you to interpose, fair Madam : kneel,
And pray your mother's blessing.–Turn, good lady;
Our Perdita is found.

[Presenting PERDITA, who kneels to HERMIONE Her.

You gods, look down,
And from your sacred vials pour your graces
Upon my daughter's head !—Tell me, mine own,
Where hast thou been preservd ? where liv'd ? how found
Thy father's court? for thou shalt hear, that I, -
Knowing by Paulina that the oracle
Gave hope thou wast in being,-have preserv'd
Myself to see the issue.
Paul.

There's time enough for that;
Lest they desire, upon this push, to trouble
Your joys 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 again,
Lament till I am lost.
Leon.

O peace, Paulina !
Thou shouldst a husband take by my consent,
As I by thine, a wife: this is a match,
And made between 's by vows. Thou hast found mine;
But how, is to be question’d,—for I saw her,
As I thought, dead; and have in vain said many
A prayer upon her grave. I'll not seek far
(For him, I 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 justified
By us, a pair of kings.--Let's from this place.-
What! look upon my brother :—both your pardons,
That e'er I put between your holy looks
My ill suspicion. This your son-in-law,
And son unto the king, (whom heavens directing)
Is troth-plight to your daughter. Good Paulina,
Lead us from hence; where we may leisurely
Each one demand, and answer to his part
Perform'd in this wide gap of time, since first
We were dissever'd: hastily lead away.

[Exeunt.

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KING JOHN

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.

KING JOHN.
PRINCE HENRY, his Son.
ARTHUR, Duke of Bretagne, Nephew to King JOHN.
WILLIAM MARESHALL, Earl of Pembroke.
GEFFREY FITZ-PETER, Earl of Essex, Chief Justiciary of England.
WILLIAM LONGSWORD, Earl of Salisbury.
ROBERT BIGOT, Earl of Norfolk.
HUBERT DE BURGH, Chamberlain to the KING.
ROBERT FAULCONBRIDGE.
PHILIP FAULCONBRIDGE, his Half-brother.
James GURNEY, Servant to LADY FAULCONBRIDGE.
PETER OF POMFRET, a Prophet.
PHILIP, King of France.
LEWIS, the Dauphin.
ARCHDUKE OF AUSTRIA.
CARDINAL PANDULPH, the Pope's Legate.
MELUN, a French Lord.
CHATILLON, Embassador from France.

ELINOR, Widow of King Henry II., and Mother to KING JOHN.
CONSTANCE, Mother to ARTHUR.
BLANCH, Daughter to Alphonso, King of Castile, and Nicce to KING JOHN.
LADY FAULCONBRIDGE, Mother to ROBERT and PHILIP FAULCONBRIDGE.

Lords, Ladies, Citizens of Angiers, Sheriff, Heralds, Officers, Soldiers,

Messengers, and Attendants.

SCENE,-Sometimes in ENGLAND, and sometimes in FRANCE.

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