And thofe but mean.

Leo. His Princefs, fay you, with him?

Ser. Yes; the moft peerless piece of Earth, I think, That e'er the Sun fhone bright on.

Paul. Oh Hermione,

As every present Time doth boast it felf
Above a better, gone; fo muft thy Grave

Give way to what's feen now. Sir, you your felf
Have faid, and writ fo; but your writing now

Is colder than that Theam; fhe had not been,
Nor was not to be equall'd; thus

your Verfe Flow'd with her Beauty once, 'tis fhrewdly ebb'd, To fay you have feen a better.

Ser. Pardon, Madam;

The one I have almoft forgot, (your Pardon)
The other, when she has obtain'd your Eye,
Will have your Tongue too. This is a Creature,
Would the begin a Sect, might quench the Zeal
Of all Profeffors elfe, make Profelites

Of who fhe but bid follow.

Paul. How? not Women?

Ser. Women will love her, that she is a Woman
More worth than any Man: Men, that she is
The rareft of all Women.

Leo. Go, Cleomines;

Your felf (affifted with your honour'd Friends)
Bring them to our Embracement. Still 'tis ftrange
He thus fhould fteal upon us.

Paul. Had our Prince,

[Exit Cleo.

(Jewel of Children) feen this Hour, he had pair'd Well with this Lord; there was not a full Month Between their Births.

Leo. Prethee no more; ceafe; thou know'ft He dies to me again, when talk'd of: Sure When I shall fee this Gentleman, thy Speeches Will bring me to confider that, which may Unfurnish me of Reafon. They are come..

Enter Florizel, Perdita, Cleomines, and others. Your Mother was most true to Wedlock, Prince, For fhe did print your Royal Father off,

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Conceiving you. Were I but twenty one,
Your Father's Image is fo hit in you,
His very Air, that I fhould call you Brother,
As I did him, and speak 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 ftood, begetting Wonder, as
You, gracious Couple do; and then I loft,
(All mine own Folly) the Society,
Amity too of your brave Father, whom
(Tho' bearing Mifery) I defire 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, 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 thofe that bear them, living.

Leo. Oh my Brother!

Good Gentleman, the Wrongs I have done thee, stir
Afresh within me; and these thy Offices
So rarely kind, are as Interpreters

Of my behind-hand Slacknefs. Welcome hither,
As is the Spring 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, whofe Daughter

His Tears proclaim'd his parting with her; thence

(A profperous South-Wind friendly) we have cross'd,
To execute the Charge my Father gave me,
For vifiting your Highnefs; my best Train
I have from your Sicilian Shores difmifs'd,
Who for Bohemia bend, to fignifie

Not only my Succefs in Lybia, Sir,
But my Arrival, and my Wife's, in Safety
Here, where we 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 Sin;

For which the Heav'ns, taking angry Note,
Have left me Iffue-lefs, and your Father's blefs'd,
As he from Heav'n 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. Moft noble Sir,

Enter a Lord.

That which I fhall report will bear no Credit,
Were not the Proof fo nigh. Please you, great Sir,
Bohemia greets you from himself, by me;

Defires you to attach his Son, who has

His Dignity and Duty both caft off,

Fled from his Father, from his Hopes, and with
A Shepherd's Daughter.

Leo. Where's Bohemia? fpeak.

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,

Whofe Honour, and whofe Honesty 'till now,
Endur'd all Weathers.

Lord.

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 thefe poor Men in Question, Never faw I Wretches fo quake; they kneel, they kifs the Earth; Forfwear themselves as often as they speak: Bohemia ftops his Ears, and threatens them With divers Deaths, in Death.

Per. Oh my poor Father,

The Heav'n fets Spies upon us, will not have
Our Contract celebrated.

Leo. You are marry'd?

Flo. We are not, Sir, nor are we like to be; The Stars, 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 Worth as Beauty,
That you might well enjoy her.

Flo. Dear, look up;

Though Fortune, vifible an Enemy,

Should chafe us, with my Father; Power no Jot
Hath the to change our Loves. Befeech 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.

Paul. 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.

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Lee.

Leo. I thought of her,

Even in thefe Looks I made. But your Petition
Is yet unanfwer'd; I will to your Father;
Your Honour not o'erthrown by your Defires,
I am 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.

[Exeum.

Aut. Befeech you, Sir, were you present at this Relation?

I 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 Amazednefs, we were all commanded out of the Chamber; only this, me-thought, I heard the Shepherd fay, he found the Child.

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

1 Gen. I make a broken Delivery of the Bufinefs; but the Changes I perceived in the King and Camillo, were very Notes of Admiration; they feem'd almoft, with staring on one another, to tear the Cafes of their Eyes. There was Speech in their Dumbnefs, Language in their very Gefture; they look'd as if they had heard of a World ransom❜d, or one destroy'd; a notable Paffion of Wonder appear'd in them; but the wifeft Beholder, that knew no more but feeing, could not fay, if th' Importance were Joy, or Sorrow; but in the Extremity of the one, it muft needs be.

Enter another Gentleman.

Here comes a Gentleman, that happily knows more:

The News, Rogero.

2 Gen. 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.

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