Leon. His Princess, say you, with him? That e'er the sun shone bright on. Paul. O Hermione, think, As every present time doth boast itself Gent. Pardon, Madam: The one I have almost forgot; (your pardon,) Will have your tongue too. This is such a creature, 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 CLE OMENES, Lords, and Gentleman. He thus should steal upon us. Paul. Had our Prince, (Jewel of children,) seen this hour, he had pair'd Well with this Lord; there was not full a month Between their births. Leon. Prythee, no more; thou know'st, He dies to me again, when talk'd of: sure, Will bring me to consider that, which may 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, Can send his brother: and, but infirmity (Which waits upon worn times,) hath something His wish'd ability, he had himself seiz'd 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, Of my behind-hand slackness! Welcome hither, (At least, ungentle) of the dreadful Neptune, Flo. Good my Lord, She came from Libya. Leon. Where the warlike Smalus, The noble honour'd lord, is fear'd and lov'd? Not only my success in Libia, Sir, Leon. The blessed Gods Purge all infection from our air, whilst you For which the heavens, taking angry note, Enter a Lord. Lord. Most noble Sir, That, which I shall report, will bear no credit, Were not the proof so nigh. Please you, great Sir, (His dignity and duty both cast off,) Fled from his father, from his hopes, and with Leon. Where's Bohemia? speak. Lord. Here in your city; I now came from him speak amazedly; and it becomes 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, Lord. Lay't so, to his char e; He's with the King your father. Leon. Who? Camillo? 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 them With diyers deaths in death. 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. The odds for high and low's alike. Leon. My Lord, Is this the daughter of a King? Flo. She is, When once she is my wife. 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. Dear, look up: Though fortune, visible an enemy, Should chase us, with my father; power no jot Than I do now: with thought of such affections, My father will grant precious things, as trifles, Which he counts but a trifle. Paul. Sir, my Liege, mistress, Your eye hath too much youth in't: not a month 'Fore your Queen died, she was more worth such Than what you look on now. Leon. I thought of her, Even in these looks I made. gazes But your petition [To FLORIZEL. Is yet unanswer'd: I will to your father; Your honour hot o'erthrown by your desires, [Exeunt, |