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And pray your mother's blessing.-Turn, good


Our Perdita is found.


[Presenting PER., who kneels to HER.
You gods, look down,

And from your sacred vials pour your graces
Upon my daughter's head!-Tell me,



Where hast thou been preserved? where lived? 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 preserved 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.


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.


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