To your high presence. LEO. What with him? he comes not So out of circumstance, and sudden, tells us, And those but mean. LEO. His princefs, fay you, with him? Gen. Ay; the moft peerless piece of earth, I think, That e'er the fun fhone bright on. As PAU. O Hermione, every present time doth boaft itself Above a better, gone; fo muft thy grave Give way to what's feen now. Sir, you yourself Gen. Pardon, madam: The one I have almost forgot; (your pardon) Of who the but bid follow. PAU. How? not women? Gen. Women will love her, that she is a woman More worth than any man; men, that she is The rareft of all women. Lzo. Go, Cleomenes; Yourself, affifted with your honour'd friends, PAU. Had our prince (Jewel of children) feen this hour, he had pair'd LEO. Pr'ythee, no more; cease; thou know'ft, --- Re-enter Cleomenes, &c. with FLORIZEL, and PERDITA. Your mother was most true to wedlock, prince; His very air, that I should call you brother, Amity too, of your brave father; whom, FLO. Sir, by his command Have I here touch'd Sicilia; and from him 30 Give you all greetings, that a king, at friend, 97 (Which waits upon worn times) hath something seiz'd His wifh'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 fay fo) more than all the scepters, And those that bear them, living. LEO. O 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 spring to the earth. And hath he too FLO. Good my lord, She came from Libia. LEO. Where the warlike Smalus, That noble honour'd lord, is fear'd, and lov'd? FLO. Moft royal fir, from thence; from him, whose daughter His tears proclaim'd his, parting with her : thence Not only my fuccefs in Libia, fir, VOL. IV. T Here, where we happily are. Purge all infection from our air, whilft you For which the heavens, taking angry note, 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. Lor. Moft noble fir, That, which I fhall report, will bear no credit, Were not the proof fo nigh. Please you, great fir; Bohemia greets you from himself, by me: Desires you to attach his fon ; who has Fled from his father, from his hopes, and with LEO. Where's Bohemia? fpeak, Lor. Here in your city; I now came from him: I fpeak amazedly; and it becomes My marvel, and my meffage. To your court Her brother, having both their country quitted FLO. Camillo has betray'd me; Whose honour, and whose honefty, till now Endur'd all weathers. Lor. Lay't fo, to his charge; He's with the king your father. LEO. Who? Camillo ? Lor. Camillo, fir; 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. O my poor father! __ The heaven fets spies upon us, will not have LEO. You are marry'd ? FLO. We are not, fir, nor are we like to be; The ftars, I fee, will kifs 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 fhe 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, That you might well enjoy her. Though fortune, visible an enemy, Should chafe us, with my father; power no jot Hath fhe, to change our loves. 'Beseech you, fir, Remember fince you ow'd no more to time |