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 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.

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.

Leo. O peace, Paulina:

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Thou should'st a husband take by my consent, 620 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

And take her by the hand; whose worth, and honesty Is richly noted; and here justify'd

By us, a pair of kings. Let's from this place.- 630 What?-Look upon my brother?-Both your par. dons,

That e'er I put between your holy looks

My ill suspicion.-This, your son-in-law,
And son unto the king; who, 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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[Exeunt omnes.

THE END.

BY

SAM. JOHNSON & GEO. STEEVENS,

AND

THE VARIOUS COMMENTATORS

UPON THE

WINTER'S TALE,

WRITTEN BY

WILL. SHAKSPERE.

SIC ITUR AD ASTRA.

VIRG.

LONDON:

Printed for, and under the Direction of,

JOHN BELL, British-Library, STRAND, Bookseller to His Royal Highness the PRINCE OF WALES.

M DCC LXXXVII.