Who hast the memory of Hermione, I know, in honour,—O, that ever I Had squar'd me to thy counsel!-then, even now, Have taken treasure from her lips, Paul. More rich, for what they yielded. Leon. And left them Thou speak'st truth. No more such wives; therefore, no wife: one worse, Paul. She had just cause. Had she such power, She had; and would incense me To murder her I married. Paul. I should so : Were I the ghost that walk'd, I'd bid you mark Shou'd rift to hear me; and the words that fol low'd Should be, Remember mine. Leon. And all eyes else dead coals!—fear thou no wife, I'll have no wife, Paulina. Paul. Stars, very stars, Will you swear Never to marry, but by my free leave? Leon. Never, Paulina; so be bless'd my spirit! Paul. Unless another, Yet, if my lord will marry,-if you will, sir, As, walk'd your first queen's ghost, it should take joy 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; 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. What with him? he comes not Gent. And those but mean. Leon. But few, His princess, say you, with him? Gent. Ay; the most peerless piece of earth, I think, That e'er the sun shone bright on. Paul. O Hermione, As every present time doth boast itself Above a better, gone; so must thy grave Give way to what's seen now. Sir, you yourself Is colder than that theme,) She had not been, Gent. 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. Had our prince, Paul. Leon. Re-enter CLEOMENES, with FLorizel, Perdita, and Attendants. Your mother was most true to wedlock, prince; For she did print your royal father off, His very air, that I should call you brother, Amity too, of your brave father; whom, Flo. 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 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, Leon. 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, (At least, ungentle,) of the dreadful Neptune, Flo. She came from Libya. Leon. Good my lord, Where the warlike Smalus, That noble honour'd lord, is fear'd, and lov'd? Flo. 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, Leon. For which the heavens, taking angry note, |