Bring them to our embracement. Still 'tis ftrange
He thus fhould fteal upon us

Pau. Had our Prince

[Exit Cleomines.

(Jewel of children) feen this hour, he had pair'd
Well with this Lord; there was not a full month
Between their births.

Leo. Pr'ythee no more; thou know'ft
He dies to me again, when talk'd of: fure
When I fhall fee this gentleman, thy fpeeches
Will bring me to confider that which may
Unfurnish me of reafon. They are come.
SCENE III.

Enter Florizel, Perdita, Cleomines, and others.
Your mother was most true to wedlock, Prince,
For fhe did print your royal father off,
Conceiving you. Were I but twenty one,
Your father's image is fo hit in you,
His very air, that I should call you brother,
As I did him, and fpeak of fomething wildly
By us perform'd before. Moft dearly welcome,
And your fair Princefs: Goddess, oh! alas!
I loft a couple, that 'twixt heav'n and earth
Might thus have flood begetting wonder, as
You, gracious couple, do; and then I loft
(All mine own folly) the fociety,

Amity too of your brave father, whom
(Tho' bearing mifery) I defire my life
Once more to look on

Flo. Sir, by his command

Have I here touch'd Sicilia, and from him

Give you all greetings, that a King, as friend,

Can fend his brother; and but infirmity,

Which waits upon worn times, hath something feiz'd

His wifh'd ability, he had himself

The lands and waters 'twixt your throne and his
Measur'd, to look upon you whom he loves,
He bad me fay fo, more than all the scepters
And those that bear them living.

Leo. Oh my brother!

Good gentleman, the wrongs I have done thee ftir

Afroth

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

Of my behind-hand flackness. Welcome hither,
As is the fpring to th' earth. And hath he too
Expos'd this paragon to th' fearful usage

(At least ungentle) of the dreadful Neptune,
To greet a man, not worth her pains; much lefs
Th' adventure of her perfon?

Flo. Good my Lord,

She came from Lybia.

Leo. Where the warlike Smalus,

That noble honour'd Lord, is fear'd, and lov'd ?

Flo. Moft royal Sir, from thence, from him whose daughter

His tears proclaim'd his, parting with her; thence
(A profperous fouth-wind friendly) we have crofs'd,
To execute the charge my father gave me,
For vifiting your Highness; my beft train
I have from your Sicilian fhores difmifs'd,
Who for Bithynia bend, to fignifie
Not only my fuccefs in Lybia, Sir,
But my arrival, and my wife's, in fafety
Here, where we happily are.

Leo. The bleffed Gods

Purge all infection from our air, whilft you
Do climate here! you have a holy father,
A graceful gentleman, against whofe perfon,
So facred as it is, I have done fin;

For which the heavens, taking angry note,
Have left me iffue-lefs; and your father's blefs'd,
As he from heaven merits it, with you

Worthy his goodness. What might I have been,
Might I a fon and daughter now have look'd on,
Such goodly things as you!

SCENE

Lord. Moft noble Sir,

IV. Enter a Lord.

That which I fhall report will bear no credit,
Were not the proof fo nigh. Please you, great Sir,
Bithynia greets you from himself by me;
Defires you to attach his fon, who has

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His

His dignity and duty both caft off,

Fled from his father, from his hopes, and with
A fhepherd's daughter.

Leo. Where's Bithynia? speak.

Lord. Here in your city; I now came from him.
I fpeak amazedly, and it becomes

My marvel, and my meffage: to your Court
Whilft he was haftning, in the chafe, it seems,
Of this fair couple, meets he on the way
The father of this feeming Lady, and

Her brother, having both their country quitted
With this young Prince.

Flo. Camillo has betray'd me,

Whose honour and whofe honefty 'till now
Endur'd all weathers.

Lord. Lay't fo to his charge;

He's with the King your father.
Leo. Who? Camillo?

Lord. Camillo, Sir, I fpake with him, who now
Has these poor men in queftion. Never faw I
Wretches fo quake; they kneel, they kiss the earth;
Forfwear themselves as often as they speak:
Bithynia ftops his ears, and threatens them
With divers deaths, in death.

Per. Oh my poor father!

The heav'n, which fets fpies on us, will not have
Our contract celebrated.

Leo. You are marry'd?

Flo. We are not, Sir, nor are we like to be; The ftars, I fee, will kifs the valleys firft;

The odds for high and low's alike.

Leo. My Lord,

Is this the daughter of a King?

Flo. She is,

When once the is my wife.

Leo. That once, I fee, by your good father's speed, Will come on very flowly. I am sorry,

Moft forry you have broken from his liking,
Where you were ty'd in duty; and as forry

Your choice is not fo rich in birth as beauty,

That

That you might well enjoy her.

Flo. Dear, look up;

Though Fortune vifible, an enemy,

Should chase us, with my father; power no jot
Hath fhe to change our loves. 'Beseech you, Sir,
Remember fince you ow'd no more to Time
Than I do now; with thought of fuch affections,
Step forth mine advocate: at your request,
My father will grant precious things, as trifles.
Leo. Would he do fo, I'd beg your precious mistress,
Which he counts but a trifle.

Pau. Sir, my Liege,

Your eye hath too much youth in't; not a month 'Fore your Queen dy'd, fhe was more worth fuch gazes Than what you look on now.

Lea. I thought of her,

Even in these looks I made. But your petition

Is yet unanfwer'd; I will to your father;
Your honour not o'er-thrown by your defites,
I'm friend to them and you; upon which errand
I now go toward him, therefore follow me,
And mark what way I make: come, good my Lord.
[Exeunt.

SCENE V. Enter Autolicus, and a Gentleman,

Aut. 'Beseech you, Sir, were you prefent at this relation? 1 Gent. I was by at the opening of the fardel, heard the old shepherd deliver the manner how he found it; whereupon, after a little amazedness, we were all commanded out of the chamber; only this, me-thought, I heard the fhepherd fay, he found the child.

Aut. I would moft gladly know the iffue of it.

1 Gent. I make a broken delivery of the bufinefs; but the changes I perceived in the King and Camillo, were very notes of admiration; they seem'd almoft, with ftaring on one another, to tear the cafes of their eyes. There was fpeech in their dumbnefs, language in their very gefture; they look'd as if they had heard of a world ranfom'd, or one deftroy'd; a notable paffion of wonder appear'd in them; but the wifeft beholder, that knew no more but feeing, could

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could not fay if th' importance were joy or forrow? but in the extremity of the one it must needs be.

Enter another Gentleman.

Here comes a gentleman that happily knows more: the news, Rogero?

2 Gent. Nothing but bonfires: the Oracle is fulfill'd; the King's daughter is found; fuch a deal of wonder is broken out within this hour, that ballad-makers cannot be able to express it.

Enter another Gentleman.

Here comes the Lady Paulina's Steward, he can deliver you more. How goes it now, Sir? this news which is call'd true is fo like an old tale, that the verity of it is in ftrong fufpicion, has the King found his heir?

3 Gent. Most true, if ever truth were pregnant by circumftance that which you hear, you'll fwear you see, there is fuch unity in the proofs. The mantle of Queen Hermione; her jewel about the neck of it; the letters of Antigonus found with it, which they know to be his character; the majesty of the creature, in resemblance of the mother; the affection of noblenefs, which nature shews above her breeding; and many other evidences proclaim her with all certainty to be the King's daughter. Did you fee the meeting of the two Kings?

2 Gent, No.

3 Gent. Then have you loft a fight which was to be feen, cannot be spoken of. There might you have beheld one joy crown another, fo and in fuch manner, that it feem'd forrow wept to take leave of them, for their joy waded in tears. There was cafting up of eyes, holding up of hands, with countenance of such distraction, that they were to be known by garment, not by favour. Qur King being ready to leap out of himself, for joy of his found daughter, as if that joy were now become a lofs, cries, oh, thy mother, thy mother! then asks Bithynia forgiveness; then embraces his fon-in-law; then again worries he his daughter with clipping her. Now he thanks the old fhepherd, who stands by like a weather-beaten conduit of many Kings reigns. I never heard of fuch another encounter, which lames report to follow it, and undoes defcription to draw it.

2 Gent.