ACT V. SCENE I.-Sicilia. A Room in the Palace of Leontes. Enter LEONTES, CLEOMENES, DION, PAULINA, and Others. Cleo. Sir, you have done enough, and have perform'd A saint-like sorrow: no fault could you make, Which you have not redeem'd; indeed, paid down More penitence, than done trespass: At the last Do, as the heavens have done; forget your evil; With them, forgive yourself. Leon. Whilst I remember Paul. Leon. I think so. Kill'd! She I kill'd? I did so: but thou strik'st me Sorely, to say I did; it is as bitter Upon thy tongue, as in my thought: Now, good now, Cleo. Not at all, good lady: You might have spoken a thousand things that would Your kindness better. Paul. Would have him wed again. Dion. You are one of those, If you would not so, You pity not the state, nor the remembrance What dangers, by his highness' fail of issue, With a sweet fellow to't? Paul. Respecting her that's gone. There is none worthy, Besides, the gods That king Leontes shall not have an heir, [TO LEONTES. The crown will find an heir: Great Alexander Leon. Good Paulina, Who hast the memory of Hermione, I know, in honour,-O, that ever I Had squar'd me to thy counsel !-then, even now, Have taken treasure from her lips, Paul. More rich, for what they yielded. Leon. And left them Thou speak'st truth. No more such wives; therefore, no wife; one worse, And better us'd, would make her sainted spirit (Where we offenders now appear,) soul-vex'd, Paul. She had just cause. Had she such power, She had; and would incense me" To murder her I married. I should so: Paul. And all eyes else dead coals!-fear thou 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 lords, bear witness to his oath. Cleo. You tempt him over-much. Yet, if my lord will marry,-if you will, sir, As, walk'd your first queen's ghost, it should take joy 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; Enter a Gentleman. Gent. One that gives out himself prince Florizel, Son of Polixenes, with his princess, (she n incense-] i. e. Instigate. P Affront] i. e. Meet. rift] i. e. Split. The fairest I have yet beheld,) desires access What with him? he comes not And those but mean. But few, His princess, say you, with him? Leon. Paul. O Hermione, Give way to what's seen now. Sir, you yourself Gent. The other, when she has obtain❜d your eye, Will have your tongue too. This is such a creature, 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 'tis strange, [Exeunt CLEOMENES, Lords, and Gentleman. He thus should steal upon us. Paul. Had our prince, a Is colder than that theme,)] i. e. Than the lifeless body of Hermione, the theme or subject of your writing.-MALONE. (Jewel of children,) seen this hour, he had pair'd Well with this lord; there was not full a month Between their births. Leon. know'st, Pr'ythee, no more; cease, thou He dies to me again, when talk'd of: sure, Re-enter CLEOMENES, with FLORIZEL, PERDITA, and Your mother was most true to wedlock, prince; His very air, that I should call you brother, Flo. By his command Have I here touch'd Sicilia: and from him Give you all greetings, that a king, and friend, (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 Leon. O, my brother, (Good gentleman!) the wrongs I have done thee, stir |