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Our Perdita is found :
[Presents PERDITA.-HERMIONE catches her
in her Arms.
[PERDITA and Florizel kneel.
Leon. Hark, hark! she speaks 0, 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
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
hand. 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 I,
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:-