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If you would not so,

Dion.
You pity not the state, nor the remembrance
Of his most sovereign name; consider little,
What dangers, by his highness' fail of issue,
May drop upon his kingdom, and devour
Incertain lookers-on. What were more holy,
Than to rejoice, the former queen is well?
What holier, than,-for royalty's repair,
For present.comfort, and for future good,-
To bless the bed of majesty again

With a sweet fellow to't?

Paul.

There is none worthy,

Respecting her that's gone. Besides, the gods

Will have fulfill'd their secret purposes:

For has not the divine Apollo said,

Is't not the tenour of his oracle,

That king Leontes shall not have an heir

Till his lost child be found? which, that it shall,
Is all as monstrous to our human reason,
As my Antigonus to break his grave,
And come again to me; who, on my life,
Did perish with the infant. 'Tis your counsel,
My lord should to the heavens be contrary,
Oppose against their wills.-Care not for issue;
[To Leontes.

The crown will find an heir: Great Alexander' Left his to the worthiest; so his successor

Was like to be the best.

Leon.

Good Paulina,—

Who hast the memory of Hermione,

I know, in honour,-O, that ever I

Had squar'd me to thy counsel! then, even now, I might have look'd upon my queen's full eyes; Have taken treasure from her lips,

Paul.

More rich, for what they yielded. ··

And left them

Thou speak'st truth.

Leon. No more such wives; therefore, no wife: one worse, And better us'd, would make her sainted spirit Again possess her corps; and, on this stage, (Where we offenders now appear,) soul-vex'd, Begin, And why to me?

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Were I the ghost that walk'd, I'd bid you mark Her eye; and tell me, for what dull part in'ton ! You chose her: then I'd shriek, that even your ears Shou'd rift to hear me; and the words that follow'd Should be, Remember mine.

Leon.

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And all eyes else, dead coals!fear thou no wife,

I'll have no wife, Paulina.

Paul.

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Will you swear

Never to marry, but by my free leave?

Leon. Never, Paulina; so be bless'd my spirit! Paul. Then, good my lords, bear witness to his

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Yet, if my lord will marry,-if you will, sir,
No remedy, but you will; give me the office
To choose you a queen: she shall not be so young
As was your former; but she shall be such,

As, walk'd your first queen's ghost, it should take joy
To see her in your arms.

Leon.

My true Paulina,

We shall not marry, till thou bidd'st us.

Paul.

That

Shall be, when your first queen's again in breath; Never till then.

Enter a Gentleman.

Gent. One that gives out himself prince Florizel, Son of Polixenes, with his princess, (she

The fairest I have yet beheld,) desires access
To your high presence.

Leon

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"What with him? he comes not Like to his father's greatness: his approach, So out of circumstance, and sudden, tells us, "Tis not a visitation fram'd, but forc'd

By need, and accident. What train?

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And those but mean.

Leon.

His princess, say you, with him?

Gent. Ay; the most peerless piece of earth, I

think,

That e'er the sun shone bright on.

As

Paul.

O Hermione,

every present time doth boast itself Above a better, gone; so must thy grave

Give way to what's seen now. Sir, you yourself

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Have said, and writ so, (but your writing now

Is colder than that theme,) She had not been,
Nor was not to be equall'd;-thus your verse
Flow'd with her beauty once; 'tis shrewdly ebb'd,
To say, you have seen a better.

Gent.
Pardon, madam:
The one I have almost forgot; (your pardon,)
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.

Had our prince,

(Jewel of children) seen this hour, he had pair'd

Well with this lord; there was not full a month Between their births.

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;
For she did print your royal father off,
Conceiving you: Were I but twenty-one,
Your father's image is so hit in you,

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!
And your fair princess, goddess!-O, alas!
I lost a couple, that 'twixt heaven and earth
Might thus have stood, begetting wonder, as
You, gracious couple, do! and then I lost
(All mine own folly,) the society,

Amity too, of your brave father; whom,
Though bearing misery, I desire my life
Once more to look upon.

Flo.

By his command

Have I here touch'd Sicilia; and from him

Give you all greetings, that a king, at friend,

Can send his brother: and, but infirmity

(Which waits upon worn times,) hath something

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