Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pol. Or how stolne from the dead?
Paul. Paul.
Paul. That she is liuing,
Paul. Were it but told you, should be hooted at
Paul. Like an old Tale: but it appeares she liues,
Paul. Though yet she speake not. Marke a little while:
Paul. Please you to interpose (faire Madam) kneele,
Paul. And pray your Mothers blessing: turne good Lady,
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. There’s time enough for that,