You hear my fpell is lawful; do not fhun her,
Until you fee Her die again, for then

You kill here double. Nay, prefent your hand
When he was young, you woo'd her; now in age,
Is the become the fuitor.

Leo,

If this, he's warm;
magick, let it be an art

Lawful as eating.

Pol. She embraces him.

Cam. She hangs about his peck;

[Embracing ber

If the pertain to life, let her fpeak too.

Pol. Ay, and make manifeft where he has liv'd, Or how ftol'n from the dead.

Pau. That the is living,

Were it but told you, fhould be hooted at

Like an old tale; but it appears the lives,

Tho' yet fhe speak not.

Mark a little while.

Please you to interpofe, fair Madam, kneel,

And pray your mother's bleffing; turn, good Lady,
Our Perdita is found. [Prefenting Perdita, who kneels to Her.
Her. You Gods, look down,

And from your facred vials pour your graces

Upon my daughter's head! tell me, mine own,

Where haft thou been preferv'd? where liv'd? how found Thy father's Court? for thou shall hear that I,

Knowing by Paulina that the Oracle

Gave hope thou waft in being, have preferv'd
My felf, to fee the issue.

Pau. There's time enough for that;
Left they defire, upon this pufh, 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 fome wither'd bough, and there
My mate, that's never to be found again,
Lament 'till I am loft.

Leo. O peace, Paulina:

Thou fhould't a husband take by my confent,

As I by thine a wife. This is a match,

And made between's by vows.

VOL. IV.

Thou haft found mine,

I

But

But how, is to be question'd; for I faw her,
As I thought, dead; and have, in vain, faid 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; whofe worth and honesty
Is richly noted; and here juftified

By us, a pair of Kings. Let's from this place.
What? look upon my brother; both your pardons, [To Her.
That e'er I put between your holy looks

My ill fufpicion this your fon-in-law,
And for unto the King, from heav'n's directing,
Is troth-plight to your daughter. Good Paulina,
Lead us from hence, where we may leisurely
Each one demand, and anfwer to his part
Perform'd in this wide gap of time, fince first
We were diffever'd, Haftily lead away,

[Exeunt omnes,

THE

LIFE and DEATH

OF

King LEAR

KING LEAR.

Kent.

ACT I. SCENE I.
SCENE A Palace.

Enter Kent, Glo'fter, and Edmund the Baftard.
Thought the King had more affected the Duke
of Albany than Cornwall.

I

Glo. It did always feem fo to us: but now in the divifion of the kingdom, it appears not which of the Dukes he values moft; for qualities are fo weigh'd, that curiofity in neither can make choice of either's moiety. Kent. Is not this your fon, my Lord?

Glo. His breeding, Sir, hath been at my charge. E have fo often blufh'd to acknowledge him, that now I am braz'd to't.

Kent. I cannot conceive you.

Glo. Sir, this young fellow's mother could; whereupon fhe grew round-womb'd, and had indeed, Sir, a fon for her cradle, ere he had a husband for her bed. Do you fmell: a fault?

Kent. I cannot with the fault undone, the iffue of it be ing fo proper.

Glo. But I have a fon, Sir, by order of law, fome years elder than this, who yet is no dearer in my account; though. this knave came fomewhat fawcily into the world before he was fent for, yet was his mother fair, there was good fport at his making, and the whorfon must be acknowledg'd. you know this nobleman, Edmund? Baft. No, my Lord.

Do

Glo