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and few our strange fights; he must know, 'tis none of your daughter, nor my sister; we are gone else. Sir, I will give you as much as this old man does, when the business is perform’d; and remain, as he says, your pawn 'till it be brought you.

Aut. I will trust you, walk before toward the seaside, go on the right hand; I will but look upon the hedge, and follow you.

Clo.Weare bless’d in this man, as I may say,even bless’d..

Shep. Let's before, as he bids us : he was provided to do us good.

[Exeunt Shepherd and Glown. Aut. If I had a mind to be honest, I see, Fortune would not suffer me; she drops booties in my mouth. I am courted now with a double occafion : gold, and a means to do the Prince my maiter good; which, who knows how that may turn back to my advancement? I will bring these two moles, these blind ones, aboard him; if he think it fit to shoar them again, and that the complaint they have to the King concerns him nothing, let him call me rogue, for being so far officious; for I am proof against that title, and what shame else belongs to't: to him will I present them, there may be matter in it.

[Exit.

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Enter Leontes, Cleomines, Dion, Paulina, and Servants,

SA

CLEOMIN E S.
IR,

-, you have done enough, and have perform.'d

A saint-like, forrow: no fault could you make, Which you have not redeem’d; indeed, paid down More penitence, than done trespass. At the latt, Do as the heavens have done, forget your evil; With them, forgive yourself,

Leon

Leo. Whilit I remember
Her and her virtues, I cannot forget
My blemishes in them, and so still think of
The wrong I did myself; which was so much,
That heir-less it hath made my kingdom ; and
Destroy'd the sweet'st companion, that'e'er man (30)
Bred his hopes out of.

Paul. True, 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 unparalella.

Leo. I think so. Kill'd ?
Kill'd? she I kill'd? I did so, but thou strik’tt me
Sorely, to say I did; it is as bitter
Upon my tongue, as in my thought. Now, good now,
Say so but feldom.

Cleo. Not at all, good Lady;
You might have spoke 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 sovereign 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 royalty's repair,
For present comfort, and for future good,
To bless the bed of Majesty again
(30; Desircy'd the sweetfi companion, that e'er man

Bred his hopes out of, true.
Paul. Too true, my Lord.] A very slight examination will convince
ev'ry intelligent reader, that, true, here has jump'd out of its place
in all the editions. What the King would say, is absolutely complete
without it: and the placing it, where the printed copies have done,
is an embarraísment to the sense. 'These two reasons, I hope, will
be sufficient to justify my iranípofition.

!

With a sweet fellow to'r?

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 loft child be found? which, that it shall,
Is all as monstrous to our human reason,
As my Antigonus to break his grave,
And come again to me; who, on my life,
Did perish with the infant. 'Tis your counsel,
My Lord should to the heav'ns be contrary ;
Oppose against their wills.-Care not for iffue ;

[To the King.

The Crown will find an heir. Great Alexander
Left his to th' worthieft; so his successor
Was like to be the best.

Leo. Good Paulina,
Who haft the memory of Hermione,
I know, in honour: O, that ever I
Had squar’d me to thy countel! 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 (31)
Again poffefs her corps; and on this itage,
(Where we offend her now) appear soul-vext,
And begin, Why to me! ---

would make her sainted spirit
Again polless ber corps, and on this page
(Wbere we offenders now appear) joul- vext,

And begin, &c.] 'Tis obvious, that the grammar is defective; and the sense consequently wants supporting. The Night change I have made cures both : and, surely, 'tis an improvement to the lentiment for the King to say, that Paulina and he offended his dead wife's ghoft with the subject of a second match; rather than in general terms to call themselves offenders, finners,

Paul,

(31)

Paul. Had she such power, She had just such cause.

Leo. She had, and would incense me To murder 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
Shou'd 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 ::
l'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 oathi.
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 ; Ne shall not be so young
As was your former ; but the shall be fuch,
As, walk'd your first Queen's ghoft, it thould take joy
To see her in your arms.

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

Paul. That
Shall be, when your first Queen's again in breath :
Never till then..

Enter a Gentleman.
Gent. One that gives out himself Prince Florizel,
Son of Polixenes, with his Princess (she,
The fairelt 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?

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 sun shone bright on.

Paul. Oh Hermione,
As every present time doth boast itself
Above a better, gone; so muft thy grave
Give way to what's feen now. Sir, you yourself
Have faid, and writ so; but your writing now
Is colder than that theme; she had not been,
Nor was fhè to be equall'd; thus your

verse Flow'd with her beauty once ; 'tis fhrewdly ebb'd, To say, you've seen a better.

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 a creature,
Would she begin a lect, might quench the zeal
Of all profeffors else, make proselites
Of who the 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.

Léo. Go, Cleonines;
Yourseli, (aflisted with your honour'd friends)
Bring them to our embracement. Still ’tis strange,
He thus should steal upon us. [Exit Cleomines.

Paul. Had our Prince
(Jewel of chi dren) seen this hour, he had pair'd
Well with this Lord; there was not full a month
Between their births.

Leo. Pr’ythee, no more; cease ; thou know'lt,
He dies to.me again, when talk'd of: sure,
When I fall see this gentleman, thy speeches

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