Leon. Whilst I remember Her, and her virtues, I cannot forget Paul. True, too true, my lord: If, one by one, you wedded all the world,— Leon. I think so.-Kill'd! She I kill'd I did so: but thou strikest me Sorely, to say I did: Now, good now, Say so but seldom. Cleo. Not at all, good lady: You might have spoken a thousand things, that would Have done the time more benefit, and grac'd Your kindness better. Paul. You are one of those, You pity not the state, nor the remembrance Paul. The gods Will have fulfill'd their secret purposes: That King Leontes shall not have an heir Till his lost child be found? which, that it shall, Leon. Good Paulina, Who hast the memory of Hermione, Had squar'd me to thy counsel! then, even now, Paul. And left them More rich for what they yielded. Leon. Thou speak'st truth. No more such wives; therefore, no wife: Paul. Will you swear Never to marry, but by my free leave? Leon. Never, Paulina; so be bless'd my spirit! Paul. Then, good my lord, bear witness to his oath. Cleo. You tempt him over-much. Paul. I have done. Yet,-if my lord will marry, Give me the office To chuse you a queen, sir; and she shall be such, Enter PHOCION. Pho. 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 Pho. But few, And those but mean. Leon. His princess, say you, with him? Pho. Ay; the most peerless piece of earth, I think, That e'er the sun shone bright on. Leon. Go, Cleomenes; Yourself, assisted with your honour'd friends, Bring them to our embracement.— Still, 'tis strange, [Exeunt PHOCION and CLEOMEnes. 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. 'Pr'ythee, no more; 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 CLEOMEN ES, FLORIZEL, PERDITA, and ATTENDANTS. Most dearly welcome, prince! And your fair princess,-goddess! Most welcome, sir!-Were I but twenty-one, His very air, that I should call As I did him. you brother, Flo. Great 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; Whom he loves 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. Welcome hither, As is the spring to the earth!—And hath he too (At least, ungentle,) of the dreadful Neptune, 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: I have from your Sicilian shores dismiss'd; Not only my success in Libya, sir, Leon. The blessed gods Purge all infection from our air, whilst you Do climate here! What might I have been, Might I a son and daughter now have look'd on, Such goodly things as you! [A Trumpet sounds.] Enter ARCHIDAMUS, attended. Arch. Please you, great sir, Bohemia greets you from himself, by me: Fled from his father, from his hopes, and with Leon. Where's Bohemia? speak. Arch. Here in your city; I now came from him. To your court Whiles he was hast'ning, (in the chase Of this fair couple,) meets he on the The father of this seeming lady, and way Her brother, having both their country quitted Flo. Camillo has betray'd me; Whose honour and whose honesty, till now, Endur'd all weathers. Arch. He's with the king your father. Leon. Who? Camillo ? Arch. Camillo, sir, who now Has these poor men in question. Per. O, my poor father! The heaven sets spies upon us, will not have Leon. You are married? Flo. We are not, sir, nor are we like to be; The stars, I see, will kiss the valleys first. 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, 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 Leon. Would he do so, I'd beg your precious mis- Which he counts but a trifle. Paul. Sir, my liege, Your eye hath too much youth in't: not a month |