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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 Leon.

My true Paulina,
We shall not marry till thou bidd'st 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 ?
Gent.

But few,
And those but mean.
Leon.

His princess, say you, with him?
Gent. Ay, the most peerless 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 way 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 equallid;"—thus your verse
Flow'd with her beauty once; 't is 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 a creature,
Would she begin a sect, might quench the zeal

a So the original. The modern editors read “such a creature."

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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 ’t is 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.

Prithee, 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.—

Re-enter CLEOMENES, with FLORIZEL, PERDITA, and At

tendants.

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

you brother,
As I did him; and speak of something, wildly
By us perform'd before. Most dearly welcome!
And your fair princess, goddess !-O, 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

my

life Once more to look on him.

a Cease is omitted by Steevens, for the sake of metre.

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 sceptres,
And those that bear them, living.
Leon.

O, 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 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?
Flo.

Good my lord,
She came from Libya.
Leon.

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 cross’d,
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.
Leon.

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 mcrits 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 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.
Leon.

Where's Bohemia ? speak.
Lord. Here in your a city; I now came from him:
I speak amazedly; and it becomes
My marvel, and my message. To your court
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.
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.
Leon.

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.

a Your. This is changed to the, in modern editions, without explanation.

Per.

O,
my poor

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

You are married ?
Flo. 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.
Leon.

My lord,
Is this the daughter of a king ?
Flo.

She is,
When once she is

my

wife.
Leon. 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 tied 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

yoll,

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.

Leon. Would he do so, I ’d beg your precious mistress,
Which he counts but a trifle.
Paul.

Sir, my liege,
Your

eye hath too much youth in ’t: not a month 'Fore your queen died, she was more worth such gazes Than what

you

look on now. Leon.

I thought of her, Even in these looks I made.-But your petition

[To Fco. Is yet unanswerd : I will to your father; Your honour not o'erthrown by your desires, I am 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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