His tears proclaim'd his, parting with her: thence Not only my success in Libya, sir, Purge all infection from our air, whilst you For which the heavens, taking angry note, Lord. Enter a Lord. Most noble sir, That, which I shall report, will bear no credit, Were not the proof so nigh. Please you, great sir, Bohemia greets you from himself, by me: Desires you to attach his son; who has (His dignity and duty both cast off) Fled from his father, from his hopes, and with Leon. Where's Bohemia? speak. Lord. Here in your city; I now came from him. I speak amazedly; and it becomes My marvel, and my message. To your court Her brother, having both their country quitted Flo. Camillo has betray'd me; Whose honour, and whose honesty, till now, Lord. Camillo, sir; I spake with him; who now Has these poor men in question. Never saw I Wretches so quake: they kneel, they kiss the earth; Forswear themselves as often as they speak: Bohemia stops his ears, and threatens them With divers deaths in death. Per. O, my poor father! The heaven sets spies upon us, will not have Leon. You are married? Flo. We are not, sir, nor are we like to be; The stars, I see, will kiss the vallies first: The odds for high and low's alike. Leon. Is this the daughter of a king? My lord, Flo. She is, When once she is my wife. Leon. That once I see, by your good father's speed, Will come on very slowly. I am sorry, Most sorry, you have broken from his liking, Flo. Dear, look up: Should chase us, with my father; power no jot tress, Which he counts but a trifle. Paul. Your eye Sir, my liege, hath too much youth in't: not a month 'Fore your queen died, she was more worth such gazes Than what you look on now. Leon. I thought of her, Even in those looks I made.-But your petition [To Florizel. Is yet unanswer'd: I will to your father; Your honour not o'erthrown by your desires, I am friend to them, and you: upon which errand I now go towards him; therefore follow me, [Exeunt. SCENE II. The same. Before the Palace. Enter AUTOLYCUs, and a Gentleman. Aut. 'Beseech you, sir, were you present at this relation? 1 Gent. I was by at the opening of the fardel, 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 say, he found the child. Aut. I would most gladly know the issue 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 seemed almost, with staring on one another, to tear the cases of their eyes; there was speech in their dumbness, language in their very gesture; they look'd, as they had heard of a world ransom'd, or one destroy'd: A notable passion of wonder appear'd in them: but the wisest beholder, that knew no more but seeing, could not say, if the importance were joy or sorrow; 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: such a deal of wonder is broken out within this hour, that balladmakers cannot be able to express it. Enter a third Gentleman. Here comes the lady Paulina's steward; 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 strong suspicion: Has the king found his heir? 3 Gent. Most true; if ever truth were pregnant by circumstance: that, which you hear, you'll swear you see, there is such 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 majesty of the creature, in resemblance of the mother; -the affection of nobleness, which nature shews above her breeding,-and many other evidences, proclaim her, with all certainty, to be the king's daughter. Did you see the meeting of the two kings? 2 Gent. No. 3 Gent. Then have you lost a sight, which was to be seen, cannot be spoken of. There might you have beheld one joy crown another; so, and in such |