« PreviousContinue »
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,
Amity too, of your brave father; whom,
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 time,) 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,
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,
Good my lord,
She came from Libya.
Where the warlike Smalus,
That noble honour'd lord, is fear'd, and lov'd?
Flb. Most royal sir, from thence; from him, whose daughter
His tears proclaim'd his, parting with her: thence
Not only my success in Libya, sir,
But my arrival, and my wife's, in safety
The blessed gods
Purge all infection from our air, whilst you
For which the heavens, taking angry note,
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
(His dignity and duty both cast off),
Fled from his father, from his hopes, and with
*Full of grace and virtue,
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
Whose honour, and whose honesty, till now,
Camillo has betray'd me;
Lay't so, to his charge;
Ile's with the king your father.
Lord. Camillo, sir; I spake with him; who now Has these poor meu 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
O, my poor father!
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 t.
Is this the daughter of a king?
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,
+ A quibble on the false dice so called.
Your choice is not so rich in worth as beauty,
Though fortune, visible an enemy,
Dear, look up:
Should chase us, with my father; power no jot
Which he counts but a trifle.
Sir, my liege,
Your eye hath too much youth in't: not a month 'Fore your queen died, she was more worth such
Than what you look on now.
Is yet unanswer'd: I will to your father;
Your honour not o'erthrown by your desires,
And mark what way I make; Come, good my lord.
* Descent or wealth.
The same. Before the palace.
Enter Autolycus and a Gentleman.
Aut. 'Beseech you, sir, were you present 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, methought I heard the shepherd say, he found the child.
Aut. I would most gladly know the issue of it.
1 Gent. I make a broken delivery of the business; -But the changes I perceived in the king, and Camillo, were very notes of admiration: they seemed almost, with staring on one another, to tear the cases of their eyes; there was speech in their dumbness, language in their very gesture; they looked, as they had heard of a world ransomed, or one destroyed! A notable passion of wonder appeared in them: but the wisest beholder, that knew no more but seeing, could not say, if the importance* were joy, or sorrow; 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 fulfilled; the king's daughter is found: such a deal of
The thing imported.