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Leon. Never, Paulina: so be bless'd my spirit !
Paul. Then, good my lords, bear witness to his

Cleo. You tempt him over-much.

Unless another, As like Hermione as is her picture, Affront his eye.? Cleo.

Good madam,Paul.

I have done. Yet, if my lord will marry,—if you will, sir, No remedy, but you will; give me the office To choose you a queen; she shall not be so young As was your former ; but she shall be such, As, walk'd your first queen's ghost, it should take

joy To see her in your arms. Leon.

My true Paulina, We shall not marry, till thou biddist us. Paul.

That Shall be, when your first queen's again in breath; Never till then.


Enter a Gentleman. Gent. One that gives out himself prince Florizel, Son of Polixenes, with his princess, (she The fairest I have yet beheld,) desires access To your high presence. Leon.

What with him ? he comes not
Like to his father's greatness : his approach,
So out of circumstance, and sudden, tells us,
'Tis not a visitation fram'd, but forc'd
By need, and accident. What train ?

But few,
And those but mean.

His princess, say you, with himi

? Affront his eye.] To affront, is to meet. VOL. III.



Gent. Ay, the most pecrless piece of earth, I

think, That e'er the sun shone bright on. Paul.

O Hermione, As every present time doth boast itself Above a better, gone; so must thy grave Give to what's seen now. Sir, you yourself Have said, and writ so, (but your writing now Is colder than that theme,)& She had not been, Nor was not to be equall d ;-thus your verse Flow'd with her beauty once; 'tis shrewdly ebb’d, To say, you have seen a better. Gent.

Pardon, madam The one I have almost forgot ; (your pardon,) The other, when she has obtain'd your eye, Will have your tongue too. This is such a creature, Would she begin a sect, might quench the zeal Of all professors else ; make proselytes Of who she but bid follow. Paul.

How? not women? Gent. Women will love her, that she is a woman More worth than any man; men, that she is The rarest of all women. Leon.

Go, Cleomenes; Yourself, assisted with your honour'd friends, Bring them to our embracement.-Still 'tis strange,

[Exeunt CLEOMENES, Lords, and Gentleman. He thus should steal upon us. Paul.

Had our prince, (Jewel of children,) seen this hour, he had pair'd Well with this lord; there was not full a month Between their births. Leon.

Pr’ythee, no more; thou know'st, He dies to me again, when talk'd of : sure,

8 Is colder than that theme,)) i. e. than the lifeless body of Hermione, the theme er subject of your writing. MALONE.


When I shall see this gentleman, thy speeches
Will bring me to consider that, which may
Unfurnish me of reason. They are come.


and Attendants.
Your mother was most true to wedlock, prince;
For she did print your royal father off,
Conceiving you : Were I but twenty-one,
Your father's image is so hit in you,
His very air, that I should call


As I did him; and speak of something wildly
By us perform'd before. Most dearly welcome!
And your fair princess, goddess !—0, alas!
I lost a couple, that 'twixt heaven and earth
Might thus have stood, begetting wonder, as
You, gracious couple, do! and then I lost
(All mine own folly,) the society,

Amity too, of your brave father; whom,
Though bearing misery, I desire


life Once more to look upon. Flo.

By his command Have I here touch'd Sicilia : and from him Give you all greetings, that a king, at friend, Can send his brother : and, but infirmity (Which waits upon worn times,) hath something

seiz'd His wish'd ability, he had himself The lands and waters 'twixt your throne and his Measur'd, to look upon you ; whom he loves (He bade me say so,) more than all the scepters, And those that bear them, living. Leon.

O, my brother,

9- that a king, at friend,] At friend, perhaps means, at friendship.

(Good gentleman !) the wrongs I have done thee,

Afresh within me; and these thy offices,
So rarely kind, are as interpreters
Of my behind-hand slackness –Welcome hither,
As is the spring to the earth. And hath he too
Expos'd this paragon to the fearful usage
(At least, ungentle,) of the dreadful Neptune,
To greet a man, not worth her pains; much less
The adventure of her person?

Good my lord,
She came from Libya.

Where the warlike Smalus,
That noble honour'd lord, is fear'd, and lov'd ?
Flo. Most royal sir, from thence; from him,

whose daughter
His tears proclaim'd his, parting with her : thence
(A prosperous south - wind friendly,) we have

To execute the charge my father gave me,
For visiting your highness: My best train
I have from your Sicilian shores dismiss'd;
Who for Bohemia bend, to signify
Not only my success in Libya, sir,
But my arrival, and my wife's, in safety
Here, where we are.

The blessed gods
Purge all infection from our air, whilst you
Do climate here! You have a holy father,
A graceful gentleman; against whose person,
So sacred as it is, I have done sin :
For which the heavens, taking angry note,
Have left me issueless; and your father's bless'd,
(As he from heaven merits it,) with

Worthy his goodness. What might I have been,
Might I a son and daughter now have look'd on,
Such goodly things as you ?


your court

Enter a Lord.

Most noble sir,
That, which I shall report, will bear no credit,
Were not the proof so nigh. Please you, great sir,
Bohemia greets you from himself, by me:
Desires you to attach his son ; who has
(His dignity and duty both cast off,)
Fled from his father, from his hopes, and with
A shepherd's daughter.

Where's Bohemia ? speak.
Lord. Here in the city ; I now came from him :
I speak amazedly; and it becomes
My marvel, and my message. To
Whiles he was hast’ning, (in the chase, it seems,
Of this fair couple,) meets he on the way
The father of this seeming lady, and
Her brother, having both their country quitted
With this young prince.

Camillo has betray'd me;
Whose honour, and whose honesty, till now,
Endur'd all weathers.

Lay't so, to his charge';
He's with the king your father. .

Who? Camillo ?
Lord. Camillo, sir; I spake with him; who now
Has these poor men in question.' Never saw I
Wretches so quake: they kneel, they kiss the earth ;
Forswear themselves as often as they speak :
Bohemia stops his ears, and threatens them
With divers deaths in death.

The heaven sets spies upon us, will not have
Our contract celebrated.


0, my poor father!

You are married :

in question.) i. e. conversation.

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