Bring them to our embracement. Still 'tis ftrange
He thus fhould steal 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 full a month Between their births.

Leo. Pr'ythee, no more; ceafe; thou know'ft, He dies to me again, when talk'd of: fure, When I fhall fee this gentleman, thy fpeeches Will bring me to confider that which may Unfurnish me of reafon. They are come.

Enter Florizel, Perdita, Cleomenes, and others.
Your mother was moft true to wedlock, Prince,
For fhe did print your royal father off
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,
As your fair Princefs, goddefs !-Oh! alas !
I loft a couple, that 'twixt heav'n and earth ́
Might thus have stood begetting wonder, as
You gracious couple do; and then I loft
(All mine own folly!) the fociety,
Amity too of your brave father, whom
(Tho' bearing mifery) I defire my life
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).
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 bade me fay fo, more than all the fceptres,
And those that bear them living.

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 flackness. Welcome hither,
As is th' fpring to th' earth. And hath he too

Expos'd this paragon to th' fearful ufage

(At leaft, 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 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 her; thence
(A profperous fouth-wind friendly) we have crofs'd,
To execute the charge my father gave me,
For vifiting your Highnefs; my best train
I have from your Sicilian fhore difmifs'd,
Who for Bithynia bend, to fignify
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, whilft you
Do climate here! You have a holy father,
A graceful gentleman, against whose person,
So facred as it is, I have done fin;

For which the heavens, taking angry note,
Have left me iffuelefs; and your father's blefs'd,
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!

SCENE IV.

Lord. Moft Noble Sir,

Enter a Lord.

That which I fhall report, will bear no credit,
Were not the proof fo high. Pleafe you, great Sir,

Bithynia 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 Bithynia ? 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 haft'ning, in the chace, it feems,
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;

Whose honour and whose honefty 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 these poor men in queftion. Never faw I Wretches fo quake; they kneel, they kifs the earth, Forfwear themselves as often as they fpeak. Bithynia 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?

Flo. We are not, Sir, nor are we like to beg The stars, I fee, will kifs the valleys first;

The odds for high and low's alike.

When once he 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 birth as beauty,

That you might well enjoy her.

Flo. Dear, look up;

Though Fortune, visible 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 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 miftrefs, 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 Than what you look on now.

Leo. I thought of her,

Even in thefe looks I made.-But your petition

gazes

[To Florizel. 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 V.

Near the court in Sicilia.

Enter Autolicus and a Gentleman.

Aut. 'Befeech you, Sir, were you prefent at this reJation?

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 amazedness, we were all commanded out of the chamber: only this, methought, I heard the fhepherd fay, he found the child.

Aut. I would moft 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 ftaring 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 pas fion of wonder appear'd in them; but the wifeft be holder, 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 haply knows more. news, Rogero?

The

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 express it.

Enter another Gentleman.

Here comes the Lady Paulina's fteward, he can deliver you more. How goes it now, Sir? this news, which is call'd true, is so 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 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 refemblence of the mother,- -the affection of noblenefs, 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 Bithynia forgiveness; then embraces his fon-in-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