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 and others, with FLORIZEL and PERDITA.

Your mother was most true to wedlock, prince;

For she did print your royal father off,
Conceiving you were I but twenty one,
Your father's image is so hit in you,

His very air, that I should call you brother, As I did him, and speak of something wildly

By us perform'd before. Most dearly welcome!

And your fair princess,-goddess!—O, alas!
I lost a couple, that 'twixt heaven and earth
Might thus have stood begetting wonder, as
You, gracious couple, do: and then I lost,
All mine own folly, the society,

Amity too, of your brave father, whom,
Though bearing misery, I desire my life
Once more to look on him.

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 seized

His wish'd ability, he had himself

The lands and waters 'twixt your throne and his

Measured to look upon you; whom he loves,

He bade me say so, more than all the scep

Afresh within me; and these thy offices,
So rarely kind, are as interpreters

Of my behind-hand slackness! Welcome hither,

As is the spring to the earth. And hath he too

Exposed this paragon to the fearful usage, At least ungentle, of the dreadful Neptune, To greet a man not worth her pains, much less

That noble honour'd lord, is fear'd and loved?

Flo. Most royal sir, from thence; from him, whose daughter

His tears proclaim'd his, parting with her:

thence,

A prosperous south-wind friendly, we have
cross'd,

To execute the charge my father gave me,
For visiting your highness: my best train
I have from your Sicilian shores dismiss'd;
Who for Bohemia bend, to signify

Not only my success in Libya, sir,

But my arrival, and my wife's, in safety
Here where we are.

Leon.

The blessed gods

Purge all infection from our air whilst you
Do climate here! You have a holy father,
A graceful gentleman; against whose per-

son,

So sacred as it is, I have done sin :

For which the heavens, taking angry note,

१

Have left me issueless; and your father 's

blest,

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!

Lord.

Enter a Lord.

Most noble sir,

That which I shall report will bear no credit, Were not the proof so nigh.

great sir,

Please you,

Bohemia greets you from himself by me; Desires you to attach his son, who hasHis dignity and duty both cast off

Fled from his father, from his hopes, and with

A shepherd's daughter.

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.

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