974 Start not, her Actions fhall be holy, as You kill her double. Nay, prefent your Hand; Leo. Oh the's warm, If this be Magick, let it be an Art Lawful as Eating. Pol. She embraces him. Cam. She hangs about his Neck, [Embracing her. Pol. Ay, and make it manifeft where he has liv'd, Or how ftol'n from the dead? Paul. That he is living, Were it but told you, fhould be hooted at And pray your Mother's Bleffing; turn good Lady, And from your facred Viols pour your Graces Upon my Daughter's Head; tell me, mine own, Gave hope thou waft in being, have preferv'd Paul. There is time enough for that; Leo. O Peace Paulina: Thou should't a Husband take by my Confent, And And made between's by Vows. Thou haft found mine, And take her by the Hand; whofe Worth and Honefty By us, a pair of Kings. Let's from this place. My ill Sufpicion: This your Son-in-law, [Exeunt omnes. The End of the Second Volume. |