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Paul. Yet, if my lord will marry, (if you will, sir, No remedy but you will,) give me the office To choose you a Queen; she shall not be so young As was your former: but she shall be such As, walk'd your first Queen's ghost, it should take
joy To see her in your arms.
Leon. My true Paulina,
We shall not marry till thou bidd'st us.
Paul. That Shall be when your first Queen's again in breath; Never till then.
Enter a Gentleman.
Gentleman. One that gives out himself Prince Florizel, Son of Polixenes, with his Princess, (she The fairest I have yet beheld,) desires access To your high presence.
Leon. What with him? he comes not
Like to his father's greatness: his approach,
Gent. But few,
And those but mean.
Leon. 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. 0 Hermione,
As every present time doth boast itself
Is colder than that theme,) "She had not been, Nor was not to be equall'd;"—thus your verse Flow'd with her beauty once; 'tis shrewdly ebb'd, To say you have seen a better.
Gent. Pardon, Madam;
The one I have almost forgot; (your pardon;)
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,
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. Pr'ythee, no more: cease; thou know'st
He dies to me again, when talk'd of: sure,
Enter Cleomenes, with Florizel, Pekdita, and
Your mother was most true to wedlock, Prince;
Your father's image is so hit in you,
Flo. By his command
Have I here touch'd Sicilia: and from him
Leon. O, my brother,
(Good gentleman!) the wrongs I have done thee stir
Flo. Good my lord,
She came from Libya.
Leon. Where the warlike Smalus,
That noble honour'd lord, is fear'd and lov'd?Flo. Most royal sir, from thence; from him, whose
Leon. The blessed gods
Purge all infection from our air, whilst you
Enter a Lord. Lord. Most noble sir, That which I shall report will bear no credit,
Leon. Where's Bohemia? speak.
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Lord. Here in your city: I now came from him. I speak amazedly; and it becomes My marvel and my message. To your Court Whiles he was hast'ning, (in the chase, it seems, Of this fair couple,) meets he on the way The father of this seeming lady, and Her brother, having both their country quitted With this young Prince.
Flo. Camillo has betray'd me;
Whose honour, and whose honesty, till now
Lord. Lay't so to his charge;
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 divers 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,