As was your former; but she shall be such, Leon. My true Paulina, We shall not marry, till thou bidd'st us. That Paul. Enter a Gentleman. Gent. One that gives out himself prince Florizel, The fairest I have yet beheld,) desires access Leon. By need and accident. What train? Gent. And those but mean. Leon. But few, His princess, say you, with him? Gent. Ay; the most peerless piece of earth, I think, That e'er the sun shone bright on. Paul. 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 such 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. Leon. Go, Cleomenes; Yourself, assisted with your honour'd friends, Bring them to our embracement.-Still 'tis strange, [Exeunt Cleomenes, Lords, and Gentlemen. He thus should steal upon us. Paul. Leon. Pr'ythee, no more; 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. Re-enter CLEOMENES, with FLORIZEL, PERDITA, and Attendants. Your mother was most true to wedlock, prince; His very air, that I should call you brother, Flo. By his command Have I here touch'd Sicilia; and from him Give you all greetings, that a king, at friend, Can send his brother: and, but infirmity F (Which waits upon worn time,) hath something seiz'd His wish'd ability, he had himself The lands and waters 'twixt your throne and his Leon. O, 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, (At least ungentle,) of the dreadful Neptune, Flo. She came from Lybia. Leon. Good my lord, 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 Not only my success in Lybia, sir, Leon. For which the heavens, taking angry note, Worthy his goodness. What might I have been, Lord. Enter a Lord. Most noble sir, That, which I shall report, will bear no credit, Fled from his father, from his hopes, and with Leon. Where's Bohemia? speak. My marvel, and my message. To your court Her brother, having both their country quitted Flo. Whose honour, and whose honesty, till now, Endur'd all weathers. Lord. Camillo has betray'd me; Lay't so, to his charge; Who? Camillo ? He's with the king your father. Leon. 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 thein Per. O, my poor father!- The heaven sets spies upon us, will not have Leon. You are married? Flo. We are not, sir, nor are we like to be; The stars, I see, will kiss the valleys first:- Leon. Is this the daughter of a king? Flo. When once she is my wife. My lord, She is, Leon. 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, Flo. Though fortune, visible an enemy, Dear, look up: Should chase us, with my father; power no jot Leon. Would he do so, I'd beg your precious mistress, Which he counts but a trifle. Paul. Sir, my liege, Leon. [To Florizel. Is yet unanswer'd: I will to your father; Enter AUTOLYCUS and a Gentleman. Aut. 'Beseech you, sir, were you present at this relation? |