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Paul. Had our prince,
(Jewel of children) feen this hour, he had pair'd Well with this lord; there was not full a month Between their births.
Leo. Pr'ythee, no more; ceafe; thou know'ft, He dies to me again, when talk'd of. Sure, When I fhall fee this gentleman, thy speeches Will bring me to confider that which may Unfurnish me of reafon. They are come.
Enter Florizel, Perdita, Cleomenes, and others.
His very air, that I fhould call you brother,
Amity too of your brave father; whom
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, at friend
(Which waits upon worn times) hath fomething feiz'd His wifh'd ability, he had himself
The lands and waters 'twixt your throne and his
Leo. Oh, my brother!
(Good gentleman) the wrongs I have done thee, ftir Afresh within me; and thefe thy offices,
So rarely kind, are as interpreters
Of my behind-hand flacknefs! Welcome hither,
And hath he too
Expos'd this paragon to the fearful ufage
At least, ungentle, of the dreadful Neptune,
Flo. Good my lord,
She came from Libya.
Leo. Where the warlike Smalus,
That noble honour'd lord, is fear'd, and lov'd?
His tears proclaim'd his, parting with her thence
Leo. The bleffed gods
Purge all infection from our air, whilst you
His tears proclaim'd his parting with ber:] This is very ungrammatical and obfcure. We may better read, whofe daughter
His tears proclaim'd her parting with her.
The prince first tells that the lady came from Lybia, the king interrupting him, fays, from Smalus; from him, fays the prince, whole tears, at parting, fhewed her to be his daughter. JOHNSON.
The obfcurity arifes from want of a proper punctuation. By placing a comma after bis, I think the fenfe is clear'd. STEEVENS.
Do climate here! You have a holy father,
For which the heavens, taking angry note,
Worthy his goodness. What might I have been, Might I a fon and daughter now have look'd on, Such goodly things as you?
Enter a Lord.
Lord. Moft noble fir,
That, which I fhall report, will bear no credit, Were not the proof fo high. Please you, great fir, Bohemia greets you from himself, by me:
Defires you to attach his fon, who has,
His dignity and duty both caft off,
Fled from his father, from his hopes, and with
Leo. Where's Bohemia? speak.
Lord. Here in your city; I now came from him. I speak amazedly; and it becomes
My marvel, and my meffage. To your court
Her brother, having both their country quitted
Flo. Camillo has betray'd me;
Whose honour and whofe honesty, 'till now
Lord. Lay't fo to his charge;
He's with the king your father.
Lord. Camillo, fir; I fpake with him; who now Has these poor men in queftion. Never faw I
Wretches fo quake: they kneel, they kifs the earth;
Per. Oh, my poor father!
The heaven sets spies upon us, will not have
Leo. You are marry'd?
Flo. We are not, fir, nor are we like to be; The stars, I fee, will kifs the valleys first; The odds for high and low's alike.
Leo. My lord,
Is this the daughter of a king?
Flo. She is,
When once she is my wife.
Leo. That once, I fee, by your good father's speed, Will come on very flowly. I am forry, (Most sorry) 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 fhe, to change our loves. 'Befeech you, fir, Remember, fince you ow'd no more to time
4 Your choice is not fo rich in WORTH as beauty,]
The poet muft have wrote,
Your choice is not fo rich in BIRTH as beauty;
Because Leontes was fo far from difparaging, or thinking meanly of her worth, that, on the contrary, he rather esteems her a treafure; and, in his next speech to the prince, calls her his precious miftrefs. WARBURTON.
Worth is as proper as birth. Worth fignifies any kind of werthiness, and among others that of high defcent. The king means that he is forry the prince's choice is not in other refpects as worthy of him as in beauty. JOHNSON.
Than I do now: with thought of fuch affections,
Which he counts but a trifle.
Paul. Sir, my liege,
hath too much youth in't: not a month
'Fore your queen dy'd, she was more worth fuch
Than what you look on now.
Leo. I thought of her,
Even in these looks I made.
But your petition
Is yet unanswer❜d: I will to your father;
And mark what way I make. Come, good my lord.
Enter Autolycus, and a gentleman.
Aut. 'Beseech you, fir, were you prefent at this relation?
I Gent. I was by at the opening of the farthel, heard the old fhepherd deliver the manner how he found it : whereupon, after a little amazednefs, we were all com. manded out of the chamber. Only this, methought, I heard the shepherd 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 feem'd almost, with staring on one another, to tear the cafes of their