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 pay'd down
More Penitence, than done Trespass. At the last
Do as the Heavens have done; forget your evil
With them, forgive your self.

Leo.
Whilst I remember
Her and her Virtues, I cannot forget
My Blemishes in them, and so still think of
The Wrong I did my self; which was so much,
That Heir-less it hath made my Kingdom, and
Destroy'd the sweet'st Companion that e'er Man
Bred his Hopes out of, true.

Paul.
Too true, my Lord,
If one by one you wedded all the World,
Or from the All that are, took something good,
To make a perfect Woman; she you kill'd,
Would be unparallell'd.

Leo.
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,
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,
Would have him wed again.

Dio.
If you would not so,
You pity not the State, nor the Remembrance
Of his most Soveraign Name; Consider little,
What Dangers, by his Highness fail of Issue,
May drop upon his Kingdom, and devour

Incertain lookers on. What were more holy,
Than to rejoice the former Queen is well?
What holier, than for Royalties repair,
For present Comfort, and for future good,
To bless the Bed of Majesty again
With a sweet Fellow to't?

Paul.
There is none worthy,
(Respecting her that's gone) Besides the Gods
Will have fulfill'd their secret Purposes:
For has not the divine Apollo said,
Is't not the Tenor of his Oracle,
That King Leontes shall not have an Heir,
'Till his lost Child be found? Which, that it shall,
Is all as monstrous to our humane Reason,
As my Antigonus to break his Grave,
And come again to me; who, on my Life,
Did perish with the Infant. 'Tis your Council,
My Lord should to the Heav'ns be contrary,
Oppose against their Wills. Care not for Issue,
The Crown will find an Heir. Great Alexander
Left his to th' Worthiest; so his Successor
Was like to be the best.

Leo.
Good Paulina,
Who hast the Memory of Hermione
I know in Honour: O, that ever I
Had squar'd me to thy Council; then, even now
I might have look'd upon my Queen's full Eyes,
Have taken Treasure from her Lips.

Paul.
And left them
More rich, for what they yielded.

Leo.
Thou speak'st Truth:
No more such Wives, therefore no Wife; one worse,
And better us'd, would make her sainted Spirit,
Again possess her Corps, and on this Stage,
(Where we Offenders now appear) Soul-vext,
And begin, why to me?

Paul.
Had she such Power,
She had just Cause.

Leo.
She had, and would incense me
To murther her I married.

Paul.
I should so:
Were I the Ghost that walk'd, I'd bid you mark
Her Eye, and tell me for what dull part in't
You chose her; then I'd shriek, that even your Ears
Should rift to hear me, and the Words that follow'd,
Should be, Remember mine.

Leo.
Stars, Stars,
And all Eyes else, dead Coals; fear thou no Wife:
I'll have no Wife, Paulina.

Paul.
Will you swear
Never to marry, but by my free Leave?

Leo.
Never, Paulina, so be bless'd my Spirit.

Paul.
Then, good my Lords, bear Witness to his Oath.

Cleo.
You tempt him over-much.

Paul.
Unless another,
As like Hermione, as is her Picture,
Affront his Eye.

Cleo.
Good Madam, pray have done.

Paul.
Yet if my Lord will marry; if you will, Sir;
No Remedy, but you will; give me the Office
To chuse you a Queen; she shall not be so young
As was your former; but she shall be such
As, walk'd your first Queen's Ghost, it should take Joy
To see her in your Arms.

Leo.
My true Paulina,
We shall not marry, 'till thou bidst us.

Paul.
That
Shall be, when your first Queen's again in Breath:
Never 'till then. Enter a Servant.

Ser.
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?

Ser.
But few,

And those but mean.

Leo.
His Princess, say you, with him?

Ser.
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 it self
Above a better, gone; so must thy Grave
Give way to what's seen now. Sir, you your self
Have said, and writ so; but your writing now
Is colder than that Theam; she had not been,
Nor was not to be equall'd; thus your Verse
Flow'd with her Beauty once, 'tis shrewdly ebb'd,
To say you have seen a better.

Ser.
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 Proselites
Of who she but bid follow.

Paul.
How? not Women?

Ser.
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;
Your self (assisted with your honour'd Friends)
Bring them to our Embracement. Still 'tis strange
He thus should steal upon us. [Exit Cleo.

Paul.
Had our Prince,
(Jewel of Children) seen this Hour, he had pair'd
Well with this Lord; there was not a full Month
Between their Births.

Leo.
Prethee 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. Enter Florizel, Perdita, Cleomines, and others.
Your Mother was most true to Wedlock, Prince,
For she did print your Royal Father off,

Conceiving you. Were I but twenty one,
Your Father's Image is so hit in you,
His very Air, that I should call you Brother,
As I did him, and speak of something wildly
By us perform'd before. Most dearly welcome,
And your fair Princess, Goddess, oh! alas!
I lost a Couple, that 'twixt Heav'n and Earth
Might thus have stood, begetting Wonder, as
You, gracious Couple do; and then I lost,
(All mine own Folly) the Society,
Amity too of your brave Father, whom
(Tho' bearing Misery) I desire my Life
Once more to look on him.

Flo.
By his Command
Have I here touch'd Sicilia, and from him
Give you all Greetings, that a King, as Friend,
Can send his Brother; and but Infirmity,
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
Measur'd, to look upon you, whom he loves,
He bad me say so, more than all the Scepters,
And those that bear them, living.

Leo.
Oh my Brother!
Good Gentleman, the Wrongs I have done thee, stir
Afresh within me; and these thy Offices
So rarely kind, are as Interpreters
Of my behind-hand Slackness. Welcome hither,
As is the Spring to th' Earth. And hath he too
Expos'd this Paragon to th' fearful Usage,
(At least ungentle) of the dreadful Neptune,
To greet a Man, not worth her Pains; much less,
Th' Adventure of her Person.

Flo.
Good my Lord,
She came from Lybia.

Leo.
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; thence

(A prosperous South-Wind friendly) we have cross'd,
To execute the Charge my Father gave me,
For visiting your Highness; my best Train
I have from your Sicilian Shores dismiss'd,
Who for Bohemia bend, to signifie
Not only my Success in Lybia, Sir,
But my Arrival, and my Wife's, in Safety
Here, where we are.

Leo.
The blessed Gods
Purge all Infection from our Air, whilst you
Do Climate here; you have a holy Father,
A graceful Gentleman, against whose Person,
So sacred as it is, I have done Sin;
For which the Heav'ns, taking angry Note,
Have left me Issue-less, and your Father's bless'd,
As he from Heav'n merits it, with you,
Worthy his Goodness. What might I have been,
Might I a Son and Daughter now have look'd on,
Such goodly things as you? Enter a Lord.

Lord.
Most noble Sir,
That which I shall report will bear no Credit,
Were not the Proof so nigh. Please you, great Sir,
Bohemia greets you from himself, by me;
Desires you to attach his Son, who has
His Dignity and Duty both cast off,
Fled from his Father, from his Hopes, and with
A Shepherd's Daughter.

Leo.
Where's Bohemia? speak.

Lord.
Here in your City; I now came from him.
I speak amazedly, and it becomes
My Marvel, and my Message: 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 seeming Lady, and
Her Brother, having both their Country quitted,
With this young Prince.

Flo.
Camillo has betray'd me,
Whose Honour, and whose Honesty 'till now,
Endur'd all Weathers.

Lord.
Lay't so to his Charge;
He's with the King your Father.

Leo.
Who? Camillo?

Lord.
Camillo? Sir, I spake with him, who now
Has these poor Men in Question, Never saw I
Wretches so quake; they kneel, they kiss the Earth;
Forswear themselves as often as they speak:
Bohemia stops his Ears, and threatens them
With divers Deaths, in Death.

Per.
Oh my poor Father,
The Heav'n sets Spies upon us, will not have
Our Contract celebrated.

Leo.
You are marry'd?

Flo.
We are not, Sir, nor are we like to be;
The Stars, I see, will kiss 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 she is my Wife.

Leo.
That once, I see, by your good Father's Speed,
Will come on very slowly. I am sorry,
Most sorry, you have broken from his liking,
Where you were ty'd in Duty; and as 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
Hath she to change our Loves. Beseech you, Sir,
Remember since you ow'd no more to Time
Than I do now; with Thought of such Affections,
Step forth mine Advocate; at your Request,
My Father will grant precious Things, as Trifles.

Leo.
Would he do so, I'd beg your precious Mistress
Which he counts but a Trifle.

Paul.
Sir, my Liege,
Your Eye hath too much Youth in't; not a Month
'Fore your Queen dy'd, she was more worth such Gazes
Than what you look on now.

Leo.
I thought of her,
Even in these Looks I made. But your Petition
Is yet unanswer'd; I will to your Father;
Your Honour not o'erthrown by your Desires,
I am 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.

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