The other, when she has obtain'd your eye,
Will have your tongue too. This is a creature,
Would the begin a fect, might quench the zeal
Of all profeffors elfe, make profelites

Of who fhe 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 rareft of all women.

Leo. Go, Cleomines;

Your felf (affifted with your honour'd friends)
Bring them to our embracement. Still 'tis ftrange
He thus fhould steal upon us.

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; ceafe; thou know'ft, He dies to me again, when talk'd of: fure, When I fhall fee this gentleman, thy speeches 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 food 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
Give you all greetings, that a King, (at friend)
Can fend his brother; and but infirmity,

Which waits upon worn times, hath fomething seiz'd
His wifh'd ability, he had himself

The lands and waters 'twixt your throne and his
Meafur'd, to look upon you; whom he loves,
He bad me fay 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 flackness. Welcome hither,
As is the fpring to th' earth.

And hath he too

Expos'd this paragon to th' fearful ufage

(At least, ungentle) of the dreadful Neptune,

To greet a man, not worth her pains; much lefs,
The 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 lov'd

Flo. Moft royal Sir,

From thence; from him, whofe daughter

His tears proclaim'd his parting with her; thence
(A profperous fouth-wind friendly) we have cross'd,
To execute the charge my father gave me,
For vifiting your highness; my best train
I have from your Sicilian fhores difmifs'd,
Who for Bohemia bend, to fignifie
Not only my fuccefs in Libya, Sir,
But my arrival, and my wife's, in fafety
Here, where we are.

Leo. The bleffed Gods

Purge all infection from our air, whilft you
Do climate here! You have a holy father,
A graceful gentleman, against whose person,
So facred as it is, I have done fin;
For which the heavens, taking angry note,

Hase

Have left me iffue-lefs; 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 fon and daughter now have look'd on,
Such goodly things as you ?

Enter a Lord.

Lord. Moft noble Sir,

That, which I fhall report, will bear no credit,
Were not the proof fo high. 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
A fhepherd's daughter.

Leo. Where's Bohemia ? fpeak.

Lord. Here in your city; I now came from him.
I fpeak amazedly, and it becomes

My marvel, and my meffage: to your court
Whilst he was hastning, in the chase, it seems,
Of this fair couple, meets he on the way
The father of this feeming lady, and

Her brother, having both their country quitted
With this young Prince.

Flo. Camillo has betray'd me;

Whofe honour and whofe honefty 'till now
Endur'd all weathers.

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 thefe poor men in question. 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
Our contract celebrated.

Leo. You are marry'd ?

Flo.

Flo. We are not, Sir, nor are we like to be; The stars, I fee, will kifs the valleys first; The odds for high and low's alike.

When once she is my wife.

Leo. That once, I fee, by your good father's fpeed, Will come on very flowly. I am forry,

(Moft forry) you have broken from his liking;
Where you were ty'd in duty; and as forry,
Your choice is not fo rich in worth as beauty,
That you might well enjoy her.

Flo. Dear, look up;

Though Fortune, vifible an enemy,

Should chafe us, with my father ; power no jot
Hath the to change our loves. 'Beseech you, Sir,
Remember, fince you ow'd no more to time
Than I do now; with thought of fuch affections,
Step forth mine advocate; at your request,
My father will grant precious things, as trifles.

Leo. Would he do fo, I'd bag 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, the was more worth fuch gazes Than what you look on now.

Leo. I thought of her, Even in these looks I made

-But your petition

[To Florizel.

Is yet unanfwer'd; I will to your father;
Your honour not o'erthrown by your defires,
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.

SCENE

SCENE, near the Court in Sicilia.

Enter Autolicus, and a Gentleman.

Aut. BEfeech you, Sir, were you prefent at this re

I Gent. I was by at the opening of the farthel, heard the old fhepherd deliver the manner how he found it; whereupon, after a little amazedness, we were all commanded out of the chamber: only this, methought, I heard the fhepherd fay, he found the child.

Aut. I would most gladly know the issue of it.

1 Gent. I make a broken delivery of the business ; but the changes I perceived in the King, and Camillo, were very notes of admiration; they feem'd almost, with staring on one another, to tear the cafes of their eyes. There was fpeech in their dumbnefs, language in their very gefture; they look'd, as they had heard of a world ranfom'd, or one deftroy'd; a notable paffion of wonder appear'd in them; but the wifeft beholder, that knew no more but feeing, could not say if th' importance were joy or forrow; but in the extremity of the one, it must needs be.

Enter another Gentleman.

Here comes a gentleman, that, happily, knows more: the news, Rogero?

2 Gent. Nothing but bonfires: the oracle is fulfill'd; the King's daughter is found; fuch a deal of wonder is broken out within this hour, that ballad-makers cannot be able to express it.

Enter another Gentleman.

Here comes the lady Paulina's Steward, he can deliver you more. How goes it now, Sir? this news, which is call'd true, is fo like an old tale, that the verity of it is in ftrong fufpicion; has the King found his heir t

3 Gent. Moft true, if ever truth were pregnant by circum