Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Paul. Our Perdita is found.
Her. Her.
Her. You Gods looke downe,
Her. And from your sacred Viols poure your graces
Her. Vpon my daughters head: Tell me (mine owne)
Her. Where hast thou bin preseru’d? Where liu’d? How found
Her. Thy Fathers Court? For thou shalt heare that I
Her. Knowing by Paulina, that the Oracle
Her. Gaue hope thou wast in being, haue preseru’d
Her. My selfe, to see the yssue.
Paul. Paul.
Paul. There’s time enough for that,
Paul. Least they desire (vpon this push) to trouble
Paul. Your ioyes, with like Relation. Go together
Paul. You precious winners all: your exultation
Paul. Partake to euery one: I (an old Turtle)
Paul. Will wing me to some wither’d bough, and there
Paul. My Mate (that’s neuer to be found againe)
Paul. Lament, till I am lost.
Leo. Leo.