Have said, and writ so7 (but your writing now 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 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. Had our prince Paul. Leon. 7 So relates not to what precedes, but to what follows; that she had not been equall'd. 8 i. e. than the corse of Hermione, the subject of your writing. 9 The old copy reads, 'Pr'ythee, no more; cease; thou know'st,' &c. Steevens made the omission of the redundant word, which he considers a mere marginal gloss or explanation of no more. 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, Amity too, of your brave father; whom, Flo. By his command Have I here touch'd Sicilia: and from him Give you all greetings, that a king, at friend 11, (Which waits upon worn times) 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 10 Steevens altered this to look upon, but there are many instances of similar construction in Shakspeare, incorrect as they may now appear. 11 i. e. at amity, as we now say. Malone, contrary to his usual custom, would here desert the old reading; and says he has met with no example of similar phraseology! He surely must have read very inattentively. Afresh within me; and these thy offices, Of my behind-hand slackness !—Welcome hither, Flo. She came from Libya. 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 Libya, sir, But my arrival, and my wife's, in safety, Leon. The blessed gods Purge all infection from our air, whilst you For which the heavens, taking angry note, Have left me issueless; 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? 12 i. e. full of grace and virtue. Lord. Enter a Lord. Most noble sir, That, which I shall report, will bear no credit, Were not the proof so nigh. Please you, great sir, Bohemia greets you from himself, by me: Desires you to attach his son; who has 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. Camillo has betray'd me; Whose honour, and whose honesty, till now Endur'd all weathers. Lord. 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 13. 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 them 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; 13 i. e. conversation. : 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, Where you were tied in duty: and as sorry, Your choice is not so rich in worth 14 as beauty, That you might well enjoy her. Flo. Dear, look up: Should chase us with my father; power no jot mistress, Which he counts but a trifle. Paul. Sir, my liege, Your eye hath too much youth in't: not a month 'Fore your queen died, she was more worth such gazes Than what you look on now. Leon. [To FLORIZEL. Is yet unanswer'd; I will to your father; And mark what way I make: Come, good my lord. 14 Worth for descent or wealth. |