The other, when she has obtain'd your eye, Will have your tongue too. This is such a creature, Would she begin a sect, might quench the zeal Of all professors else; make proselytes 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 CLEOMENES, Lords, and Gentleman. He thus should steal upon us. Paul. Leon. Pr'ythee, no more; thou know'st, He dies to me again, when talk'd of: sure, 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, with FLORIZEL, PERDITA, and Attendants. Your mother was most true to wedlock, prince; 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! 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, (Which waits upon worn times,) hath something seiz'd His wish'd ability, he had himself The lands and waters 'twixt your throne and his (He bade me say so,) more than all the scepters, Leon. O, 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 slackness !-Welcome hither, As is the spring to the earth. And hath he too Flo. Good my lord, 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 daughter His tears proclaim'd his, parting with her: thence But my arrival, and my wife's, in safety Leon. The blessed gods Purge all infection from our air, whilst you For which the heavens, taking angry note, Lord. Enter a Lord. Most noble sir, That, which I shall report, will bear no credit, Were not the proof so nigh. Please you, great sir, Bohemia greets you from himself, by me: Desires you to attach his son; who has Full of grace and virtue. 1 Seize, arrest, (His dignity and duty both cast off,) Fled from his father, from his hopes, and with Leon. Where's Bohemia? speak. Lord. Here in the city; I now came from him: I 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. Camillo, sir; I spake with him; who now Has these poor men in question.2 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.3 2 Conversation. 3 A quibble on the false dice so called. 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: Should chase us, with my father; power no jot 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 died, she was more worth such gazes Than what you look on now. Leon. I thought of her, [TO FLORIZEL. Is yet unanswer'd: I will to your father; 3 Descent or wealth. |