Page 870 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

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)

Start not; her actions shall be holy as
You hear my spell is lawful. (To Leontes) Do not shun her [105]
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?

LEONTES
O, she’s warm!
If this be magic, let it be an art [110]
Lawful as eating.

POLIXENES
She embraces him!

CAMILLO
She hangs about his neck!
If she pertain to life, let her speak too!

POLIXENES
Ay, and make it manifest where she has liv’d,
Or how stolen from the dead!

PAULINA

That she is living, [115]
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.
(To Perdita) Please you to interpose, fair madam, kneel

And pray your mother’s blessing. (To Hermione) Turn, good lady, [120]
Our Perdita is found.

HERMIONE