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Bring them to our embracement. Still 'tis strange
He thus fhould steal upon us

[Exit Cleomiñes. Pau. Had our Prince (Jewel of children) feen this hour, he had pair'd Well with this Lord; there was not a full month Between their births.

Leo. Pr’ythee no more; thou know'ft
He dies to me again, when talk'd of: sure
When I shall see this gentleman, thy speeches
Will bring me to confider that which may
Unfurnish me of reason. They are come.

Enter Florizel, Perdita, Cleomines, and others.
Your mother was moft 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 loft a couple, that 'twixt heav'n and earth
Might thus have stood begetting wonder, as
You, gracious couple, do; and then I loft
(All mine own folly) the society,
Amity too of your brave father, whom
(Tho' bearing misery) I defire my life
Once more to look on

Flo. Sir, 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 with'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 ftir


Afresh within me ; and these thy offices,
So rarely kind, are as interpreters
Of my behind-hand Nackness. 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

His tears proclaim'd bis, 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 beft train
I have from your Sicilian shores dismifs'd,
Who for Birbynia bend, to signifie
Not only my success in Lybia, Sir,
But my arrival, and my wife's, in safety
Here, where we happily are.

Leo. The blessed Gods
Purge all infection from our air, whilft you
Do climate here! you have a holy father,
A graceful gentleman, against whose person,
So sacred as it is, I have done fin;
For which the heavens, taking angry note,
Have left me issue-less; and your father's bless'd,
As he from heaven 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 !

SC E N E IV. Enter a Lord.
Lord. Moft noble Sir,
That which I shall report will bear no credit,
Were not the proof fo nigh. Please you, great Sir,
Birbynia greets you from himself by me;
Delires you to attach his son, who has
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His dignity and duty both cast off,
Fled from his father, from his hopes, and with
A shepherd's daughter.

Leo. Where's Bithynia ? 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
Whilft he was hastning, in the chase, it seems,
Of this fair couple, meets he op 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 lo quake; they kneel, they kiss the earth ;
Forswear themselves as often as they speak:
Bithynia stops his ears, and threatens them
With divers deaths, in death.

Per. Oh my poor father!
The heav'n, which sets spies on 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 cdds for high and low's alike.

Leo. My Lord,
Is this the daughter of a King ?

Flo. She is,
When once the is my wife.

Leo. That once, I see, by your good father's speed,
Will come on very Nowly. 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 birth as beauty,

That :

That you might well enjoy her.

Flo. Dear, look up ;
Though Fortune vifible, an enemy,
Should chase us, with my father ; power no jot
Hath Me to change our loveş. 'Beseech you, Sir,
Remember fince you ow'd no more to Time
Than I do now; with thuught 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.

Pau. 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'er-thrown by your defires,
I'm 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. SCENE V. Enter Autolicus, and a Gentleman, Aut. 'Beseech you, Sir, were you prefent at this relation?

i Gent. I was by at the opening of the fardel, heard the old shepherd deliver the manner how he found it; whereupon, after a little amazedness, we were all commanded out of the chamber ; only this, me-thought, I heard the fhepherd say, he found the child. Aut. I would most gladly know the issue of it.

i Gent. I make a broken delivery of the business; but the changes I perceived in the King and Camillo, were very notes of admiration; they seem'd almoft, with faring on one another, to tear the cases of their eyes. There was speech in their dumbness, language in their very gesture; they look'd as if they had heard of a world ransom'd, or one destroy'd ; a notable passion of wonder appear'd in them; but the wiseft beholder, that knew no more but seeing,


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could not say if th' importance were joy or sorrow? but in the extremity of the one it must needs be.

Enter anot ber Gentleman. Here comes a gentleman that happily knows more: the news, Rogero ?

2 Gent. Nothing but bonfires : the Oracle is fulfill'd; the King's daughter is found; such a deal of wonder is broken out within this hour, that ballad-makers cannot be able to express it.

Enter another Gentleman, Here comes the Lady Paulina's Steward, he can deliver you more. How goes it now, Sir ? this news which is call'd true is so like an old tale, that the verity of it is in 'Itrong suspicion; has the King found his heir ?

3 Gent. Most true, if ever truth were pregnant by cire cumstance: that which you hear, you'll swear you see, there is such unity in the proofs. The mantle of Queen Hermione; her jewel about the neck of it; the letters of Antigonus found with it, which they know to be his character; the majesty of the creature, in resemblance of the mother; the affection of nobleness, which nature shews above her breeding; and many other evidences proclaim her with all certainty to be the King's daughter, Did you see the meeting of the two Kings ?

2 Gent. No.

3 Geni. Then have you loft a fight which was to be feen, cannot be spoken of. There might you have beheld one joy crown another, fo and in such manner, that it seem'd forrow wept to take leave of them, for their joy waded in tears. There was casting up of eyes, holding up of hands, with countenance of such distraction, that they were to be known by garment, not by favour. Qur King being ready to leap out of himself, for joy of his found daughter, as if that joy were now become a loss, cries, oh, thy mother, thy mother! then asks Bithynia forgiveness ; then embraces his son-in-law; then again worries he his daughter with clipping her. Now he thanks the old thepherd, who stands by like a weather-beaten conduit of many Kings reigns, I sever heard of such another encounter, which lames report to follow it, and undocs description to draw it.

2 Gens.

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