Affront his eye. Cleo. Good Madam, pray, have done. Pau. Yet, if my lord will marry; if you will, Sir; As, walk'd your firft Queen's ghoft, it should take joy Leo. My true Paulina, We shall not marry, 'till thou bid'ft us. Pau. That Shall be, when your firft Queen's again in breath: Enter a Gentleman. Gent. One that gives out himself prince Florizel, The fairest I have yet beheld) defires accefs Leo. What with him? he comes not Gent. But few, And those but mean. Leo. His princess, fay you, with him? Gent. Yes; the most peerlefs piece of earth, I think, That e'er the fun fhone bright on. Pau. Oh Hermione, As every present time doth boast it self Above a better, gone; fo muft thy grave Give way to what's feen now. Sir, you your felf Gent. Pardon, Madam; The one I have almost forgot, (your pardon) 0 5 The The other, when she has obtain'd your eye, Of who fhe but bid follow. Pau. How? not women? Gent. Women will love her, that he is a woman Leo. Go, Cleomines; Your felf (affifted with your honour'd friends) Pau. Had our prince [Exit Cleo. (Jewel of children) feen 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'ft, He dies to me again, when talk'd of: fure, When I fhall fee this gentleman, thy fpeeches Will bring me to confider that which may Unfurnish me of reafon. They are come. Enter Florizel, Perdita, Cleomines, and others. Your mother was most true to wedlock, prince, For he did print your royal father off, Conceiving you. Were I but twenty one, Your father's image is fo hit in you, His very air, that I fhould call you brother, As I did him, and fpeak of fomething wildly By us perform'd before. Moft dearly welcome, As your fair princefs, goddefs!-oh! ́alas! I loft 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 fociety, Amity too of your brave father, whom (Tho' bearing mifery) I defire my life Once more to look on. Flo. Sir, by his command Have I here touch'd Sicilia, and from him Which waits upon worn times, hath something seiz'd The lands and waters 'twixt your throne and his Leo. Oh, my brother! Good gentleman, the wrongs I have done thee stir Afresh within me; and these thy offices, So rarely kind, are as interpreters Of my behind-hand flackness. Welcome hither, And hath he too Expos'd this paragon to th' fearful ufage (At least, ungentle) of the dreadful Neptune, Flo. Good my lord, She came from Libya. Leo. Where the warlike Smalus, That noble honour'd lord, is fear'd, and lov'd Flo. Moft royal Sir, From thence; from him, whofe daughter His tears proclaim'd his parting with her; thence Leo. The bleffed Gods Purge all infection from our air, whilft you Have left me iffue-lefs; and your father's blefs'd, Enter a Lord. Lord. Most noble Sir, That, which I shall report, will bear no credit, Please you, great Sir, Bohemia greets you from himself, by me; Defires you to attach his fon, who has, His dignity and duty both caft off, Fled from his father, from his hopes, and with Leo. Where's Bohemia ? fpeak. Lord. Here in your city; I now came from him. My marvel, and my meffage: to your court Her brother, having both their country quitted Flo. Camillo has betray'd me; Whofe honour and whofe honefty 'till now Lord. Lay't fo to his charge; He's with the king your father. Leo. Who? Camillo ? Lord. Camillo, Sir, I fpake with him; who now Has these poor men in queftion. Never faw I Wretches fo quake; they kneel, they kifs the earth; Forfwear themselves, as often as they speak: Bohemia ftops his ears, and threatens them With divers deaths, in death. Per. Oh, my poor father! The heav'n fets fpies upon us, will not have Leo. You are marry'd ? Fle. Flo. We are not, Sir, nor are we like to be; When once fhe is my wife. Leo. That once, I fee, by your good father's speed, Will come on very flowly. I am forry, (Moft forry) you have broken from his liking; Flo. Dear, look up; Though Fortune, vifible an enemy, Should chafe us, with my father; power no jot Leo. Would he do fo, I'd beg your precious mistress, Which he counts but a trifle. Pau. Sir, my liege, Your eye hath too much youth in't; not a month 'Fore your Queen dy'd, he was more worth fuch gazes Than what you look on now. Leo. I thought of her, Even in thefe looks I made -But your petition [To Florizel. Is yet unanfwer'd; I will to your father; [Exeunt. SCENE |