Have I here touch'd Sicilia, and from him

Give you all greetings, that a King, (at friend)
Can fend his brother; and but infirmity,

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
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 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 leaft, ungentle) of the dreadful Neptune,
To greet a man, not worth her pains, much lefs,
Th' adventure of her person?

Flo. Good my lord,

She came from Libya.

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 ner; thence
(A profperous fouth-wind friendly) we have cross'd,
To execute the charge my father gave me,
For vifiting your highnefs; my belt train
I have from your Sicilian fhores difmifs'd,
Who for Bohemia bend, to fignifie
Not only my fuccefs in Libya, Sir,
But my arrival, and my wife's, in fafety
Here, where we are.

Leo. The bleffed Gods

Purge all infection from our air, whilst 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 bless'a,
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 ?-

Enter a Lord.

Lord. Moft noble Sir,

That, which I fhall report, will bear no credit,
Were not the proof fo high. Please you, great Sir;,
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
A fhepherd'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 hastning, in the chase, it seems,
Of this fair couple, meets he on the

The father of this feeming lady, and

way

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

Flo. Camilo has betray'd me.;

Whose honour and whofe honesty '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 thefe poor men in queftion. Never faw I
Wretches fo quake; they kneel, they kifs the earth;
Forfwear themfelves, 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 fpies upon us, will not have
Our contract celebrated.

Leo. You are marry'd ?

Fla.

Flo.. We are not, Sir, nor are we like to be;
The ftars, I fee, will kifs the valleys first ;
The odds for high and low's alike.

When once the is my wife.

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

(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 fhe to change our loves. 'Beseech you, Sir,
Remember, fince you ow'd no more to time
Than I do now; with thought of such 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 miftrefs, Which he counts but a trifle.

Pau. Sir, my liege,

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

Leo. I thought of her,

Even in these looks I made.

Is yet unanfwer'd; I will to your father;
Your honour not o'erthrown by your defires,
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

SCENE, near the Court in Sicilia.

Enter Autolicus, and a Gentleman.

Aut. BEfeech you, Sir, were you present at this re

1 Gent. I was by at the opening of the farthel, 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 fay, he found the child.

Aut. I would most gladly know the iffue 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 feem'd almost, with staring 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 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 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 exprefs it.

Enter another Gentleman.

Here comes the lady Paulina's Steward, he can deli ver 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. Moft true, if ever truth were pregnant by

circum

circumftance: That which you hear, you'll fwear you fee, 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 majefty of the creature, in refemblance of the mother,- the affection of nobleness, which nature fhews 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 fuch distraction, that they were to be known by garment, not by favour. Our 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 Bohemia forgiveness; then embraces his fonin-law; then again worries he his daughter, with clipping her. Now he thanks the old fhepherd, who ftands 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 description to do it.

2 Gent. What, pray you, became of Antigonus, that carry'd hence the child?

3 Gent. Like an old tale ftill, which will have matters to rehearse, tho' credit be afleep, and not an ear open; he was torn to pieces with a bear; this avouches the fhepherd's fon, who has not only his innocence, which feems much to justifie him, but a handkerchief and rings of his, that Paulina knows.

I Gent. What became of his bark, and his followers? 3 Gent. Wreckt the fame inftant of their master's death, and in the view of the fhepherd; fo that all the inftruments, which aided to expose the child, were even

then