Cleo. Not at all, good lady; You might have spoke a thousand things that would Pau. You are one of those Would have him wed again. Dion. If you would not, You pity not the state, nor the remembrance Pau. There is none worthy, Respecting her that's gone; befides, the gods For has not the divine Apollo faid, Is't not the tenour of his oracle, That king Leontes fhall not have an heir, Till his loft child be found? which, that it fhall, As my Antigonus to break his grave, Leo. Ah! good Paulina, Who haft the memory of Hermione, [to.the king. Had Had fquar'd me to thy counsel! then, even now Pau. And left them More rich, for what they yielded. Leo. Thou speak'st truth: No more fuch wives, therefore no wife; one worse Pau. Had fhe fuch power, She had just cause. Leo. She had, and would incense me To murder her I married. Pau. I fhould fo: Were I the ghost that walk'd, I'd bid you mark You chofe her; then I'd fhriek, that even your ears Leo. Stars, very stars; And all eyes elfe, dead coals: fear thou no wife : Pau. Will you fwear Never to marry, but by my free leave? Leo. Never, Paulina, fo be bless'd my spirit! Pau. Then, good my lords, bear witness to his oath. Paul. Unless another, As like Hermione as is her picture, Affront his eye. Cleo. Good madam, pray have done. Pau. Yet if my lord will marry; if you will, fir; As 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 bidd'st us. Pau. That Shall be, when your first queen's again in breath: Never till then. SCENE II. Enter a Gentleman. Gent. One that gives himself out prince Florizel, Son of Polixenes, with his princefs (the The fairest I have yet beheld) defires access To your high presence. Leo. What with him? he comes not Like to his father's greatness; his approach, So out of circumftance, and fudden, 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 fun fhone bright on. Pau. O Hermione, As every present time doth boast itself Above a better, gone; so must thy graces Give way to what's feen now. Sir, you yourself Gent. Pardon, madam; VOL. II. Eeee The The one I have almost forgot, (your pardon) Of whom she but bid follow. Pau. How? not women? Gent. Women will love her, that she is a woman Leo. Go, Cleomines; Yourself, affifted with your honour'd friends, Bring them to our embracement. Still 'tis ftrange Pau. Had our prince [Exit Cleomines. (Jewel of children) feen this hour, he had pair'd Leo. Pr'ythee, no more; thou know'ft, Enter Florizel, Perdita, Cleomines, and others. Your mother was most true to wedlock, prince, Might thus have stood begetting wonder, as Amity too, of your brave father; whom Flo. Sir, by his command Have I here touch'd Sicilia, and from him Which waits upon worn times, hath something seiz'd The lands and waters 'twixt your throne and his Leo. O my brother! Good gentleman, the wrongs I have done thee stir Of my behind-hand flackness. Welcome hither, (At least ungentle) of the dreadful Neptune, 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. Moft royal fir, from thence, from him whose daughter His tears proclaim'd his, parting with her; thence (A profperous fouth-wind friendly) we have cross'd, |