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Leon. Never, Paulina: so be bless'd my spirit !
Unless another, As like Hermione as is her picture, Affront his eye.? Cleo.
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
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
Re-enter CLEOMENES, with FLORIZEL, PERDITA,
Amity too, of your brave father; whom,
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,
Good my lord,
Where the warlike Smalus,
The blessed gods
Enter a Lord.
Most noble sir,
Where's Bohemia ? speak.
Camillo has betray'd me;
Lay't so, to his charge';
Who? Camillo ?
0, my poor father!
You are married :
in question.) i. e. conversation.