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. Amity too of your brave father, whom Flo. Sir, by his command Have I here touch'd Sicilia, and from him Give you all greetings, that a King, as friend, Can fend his brother; and but infirmity, Which waits upon worn times, hath something feiz'd His wifh'd ability, he had himself The lands and waters 'twixt your throne and his Leo. Oh my brother! Good gentleman, the wrongs I have done thee ftir Afroth Afresh within me; and these thy offices, 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 Sir, from thence, from him whose daughter His tears proclaim'd his, parting with her; thence Leo. The bleffed Gods Purge all infection from our air, whilft you For which the heavens, taking angry note, Worthy his goodness. What might I have been, SCENE Lord. Moft noble Sir, IV. Enter a Lord. That which I fhall report will bear no credit, H 2 His His dignity and duty both caft off, Fled from his father, from his hopes, and with Leo. Where's Bithynia? speak. Lord. Here in your city; I now came from him. My marvel, and my meffage: to your Court Her brother, having both their country quitted Flo. Camillo has betray'd me, Whose honour and whofe honefty 'till now Lord. Lay't fo to his charge; He's with the King your father. Lord. Camillo, Sir, I fpake with him, who now Per. Oh my poor father! The heav'n, which fets fpies on us, will not have Leo. You are marry'd? Flo. We are not, Sir, nor are we like to be; The ftars, I fee, will kifs the valleys firft; The odds 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 fee, by your good father's speed, Will come on very flowly. I am sorry, Moft forry you have broken from his liking, Your choice is not fo 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 Pau. Sir, my Liege, Your eye hath too much youth in't; not a month 'Fore your Queen dy'd, fhe was more worth fuch gazes Than what you look on now. Lea. I thought of her, Even in these looks I made. But your petition Is yet unanfwer'd; I will to your father; SCENE V. Enter Autolicus, and a Gentleman, Aut. 'Beseech you, Sir, were you prefent at this relation? 1 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 fay, he found the child. Aut. I would moft gladly know the iffue of it. 1 Gent. I make a broken delivery of the bufinefs; but the changes I perceived in the King and Camillo, were very notes of admiration; they seem'd almoft, with ftaring on one another, to tear the cafes of their eyes. There was fpeech in their dumbnefs, language in their very gefture; they look'd as if they had heard of a world ranfom'd, or one deftroy'd; a notable paffion of wonder appear'd in them; but the wifeft beholder, that knew no more but feeing, could H 3 could not fay if th' importance were joy or forrow? but in the extremity of the one it must needs be. Enter another 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; fuch 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 fo like an old tale, that the verity of it is in ftrong fufpicion, has the King found his heir? 3 Gent. Most true, if ever truth were pregnant by circumftance that which you hear, you'll fwear you see, there is fuch 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 noblenefs, which nature shews above her breeding; and many other evidences proclaim her with all certainty to be the King's daughter. Did you fee the meeting of the two Kings? 2 Gent, No. 3 Gent. 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 fuch manner, that it feem'd forrow wept to take leave of them, for their joy waded in tears. There was cafting 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 lofs, cries, oh, thy mother, thy mother! then asks Bithynia forgiveness; then embraces his fon-in-law; then again worries he his daughter with clipping her. Now he thanks the old fhepherd, who stands by like a weather-beaten conduit of many Kings reigns. I never heard of fuch another encounter, which lames report to follow it, and undoes defcription to draw it. 2 Gent. |