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.

Leo.
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.

Leo.
His Princess, say you, with him?

Gent.
Yes; the most peerless piece of earth, I think,
That e'er the sun shone bright on.

Paul.
Oh 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^{3 note}

Have said, and writ so; (but your writing now
Is colder than that theme) she had not been,
Nor was she to be equall'd; thus your verse
Flow'd with her beauty once; 'tis shrewdly ebb'd,
To say, you've 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
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.

Leo.
Go, Cleomines;
Yourself, assisted with your honour'd friends, [Exit Cleomines.
Bring them to our embracement. Still 'tis strange
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.

Leo.
Pr'ythee, 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.—

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