PAULINA.
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
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.
[Embracing her.] O, she’s warm!
If this be magic, let it be an art
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 stol’n from the dead.
PAULINA.
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.]
HERMIONE.
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 preserv’d? 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.