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Our Perdita is found :
[Presents PerdITA.-HERMIONE catches het
in her Arms.
[PERDITA and FLORIZEL kneel.
Leon. Hark, hark! she speaksO, pipe, through sixteen winters dumb! then deem'd Harsh as the raven's throat; now musical As nature's song, tun'd to the according spheres ! Her. My lord, my king,- there's distance in those
names, My husband !
Leon. O, my Hermione !-have I desery'd That tender name?-Be witness, holy powers, If penitence may cleanse the soul from guilt, Leontes' tears have wash'd his crimes away. If thanks unfeign'd be all that you require, Most bounteous gods, for happiness like mine, Read in my heart, your mercy's not in vain! Her. No more, my best lov'd lord :- be all that's
pass'd Buried in this enfolding, and forgiven. Leon. Thou matchless saint !- Thou paragon of
virtue! Per. Thus let me bow, and kiss that honour'd
band. Her. Thou, Perdita, my long-lost child, that fill'st My measure up of bliss,-tell me, mine own, Where hast thou been preserv’d? where liv’d? how
found Thy father's court? for thou shalt hear, that 1,-
Knowing by Paulina, that the oracle
Paul. There's time enough for that;
Leon. No, no, Paulina ;
Per. I am all shame,
Flo. Be still my queen of May, my shepherdess ;
Leon. Now, good Paulina,
We were dissever'd :-