Affront his eye.
Cleo. Good Madam, pray, have done.
Pau. Yet, if my lord will marry; if you will, Sir;
No remedy, but you will; give me the office
To chuse you a Queen; she Thall 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.
Leo. My true Paulina,
We shall not marry, 'till thou bid'It us.
Pau. 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 faireft I have yet beheld) desires access
To your high presence.
Leo. 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? -
Gent. But few,
And those but mean.
Leo. His princess, say you, with him?
Gent. Yes; the most peerless piece of earth, I think, That e'er the sun shone bright on.
Pau. Oh Hermione,
As every present time doth boast it self
Above a better, gone; so must thy grave
Give
way to what's seen now. Sir, you your self
Have said, and writ so; but your writing now
Is colder than that theme; she had not been,
Nor was she to be equallid ; thus your
verse Flow'd with her beauty once; 'tis ihrewdly ebb’d, To say, you've seen a better,
Gent. Pardon, Madam ;
The one I have almost forgot, (your pardon)
O
5
The
The other, when she has obtain'd your eye,
Will have your tongue too. This is a creature,
Would she begin a sect, might quench the zeal
Of all professors elfe, make proselites
Of who she but bid follow.
Pau. 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.
Leo. Go, Cleomines;
Your self (ailifted with your honour'd friends)
Bring them to our embracement. Still ’tis strange
He thus should steal upon us.
Pau. 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.
Leo. Pr’ythee, no more ; cease; thou know'st,
He dies to me again, when talk'd of: sure,
When I shall see this gentleman, thy speeches
Will bring me to consider that which may
Unfurnish me of reason. They are come.
Enter Florizel, Perdita, Cleomines, and others.'
Your mother was most true to wedlock, prince,
For the 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 you brother,
As I did him, and speak of something wildly
By us perform'd before. Most dearly welcome,
As your fair princess, goddess-oh!'alas!
I lost a couple, that 'twixt heav'n and earth
Might thus have stood begetting wonder, as
You gracious couple do; and then I loft
(All mine own folly!) the society,
Amity too of your brave father, whom
(Tho' bearing misery) I desire my life
Once more to look on.
Flo. Sir, 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 bad me say fo, more than all the scepters,
And those that bear them living.
Leo. Oh, my
brother !
Good gentleman, the wrongs I have done thee ftir
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 th' earth. And hath he too
Expos'd this paragon to th' fearful usage
(At least, ungentle) of the dreadful Neptune,
To greet a man, not worth her pains; much less,
Thi adventure of her person?
Flo. Good my lord,
She came from Libya.
Leo. Where the warlike Smalus,
That noble honour'd lord, is fear'd, and loy'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 crossid,
To execute the charge my father gave me,
For visiting your highness; my best train
I have from your Sicilian shores dismissid,
Who for Bohemia bend, to fignifie
Not only my success in Libya, Sir,
But my arrival, and my wife's, in safety
Here, where we are.
Leo. The blessed Gods
Purge all infection from our air, whilft you
Do climate here! You have a holy father,
A graceful gentleman, against whose person,
So sacred as it is, I have done fin ;
For which the heavens, taking angry note,
Have left me issue-less; and your father's bless’d,
As he from heaven merits it, with you,
Worthy his goodness. What might I have been,
Might I a son and daughter now have look'd on,
Such goodly things as you ?
Enter a Lord.
Lord. Most noble Sir,
That, which I shall report, will bear no credit,
Were not the proof so high. 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.
Leo. Where's Bohemia ? speak.
Lord. Here in your city; I now came from him,
I speak amazedly, and it becomes
My marvel, and my message: to your court
Whilit he was hastning, 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.
Flo. Camillo has betray'd me;
Whose honour and whose honesty 'till now
Endur'd all weathers.
Lord. Lay't so to his charge ;
He's with the king your father.
Leo. Who? Camillo ?
Lord. Camillo, Sir, I spake with him ; who now
Has these poor men in question. Never saw I
Wretches lo 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.
Per. Oh, my poor father!
The heav'n sets spies upon us, will not have
Our contract celebrated.
Leo. You are marryd?
Fl.
Fle. We are not, Sir, nor are we like to be;
The stars, I see, will kiss the valleys first;
The odds for high and low's alike.
Leo. My lord,
Is this the daughter of a King?
Flo. She is,
When once she is
my
wife.
Leo. That once, I see, by your good father's speed,
Will come on very slowly. I am sorry,
(Most sorry) you have broken from his liking ;
Where you were ty'd in duty; and as sorry,
Your choice is not so rich in worth as beauty,
That you might well enjoy her.
Flo. Dear, look up;
Though Fortune, visible an enemy,
Should chase us, with my father ; power no jot
Hath she to change our loves. 'Beseech you, Sir,
Remember, since you ow'd no more to time
Than I do now; with thought of such affections,
Step forth mine advocate ; at your request,
My father will grant precious things, as trifles.
Leo. Would he do so, I'd beg your precious mistress,
Which he counts but a trifle.
Pau. Sir, my liege,
eye hath too much youth in't ; not a month 'Fore your Queen dy'd, she was more worth such gazes Than what you
look Leo. I thought of her, Even in thefe looks I made-But your petition
[To Florizel. Is yet ananfwerd; I will to your father; Your honour not o'erthrown by your desires,
: I'm friend to them and you ; upon which errand I now go toward him, therefore follow me, And mark what way I make: come, good my
lord. [Exeunt,
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