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Cleo. Not at all, good Lady; You might have spoke a thousand things, that would Have done the time more benefit, and grac'd Your kindness better.

Paul. You are one of those,
Would have him wed again.

Dio. If you would not so,
You pity not the state; nor the remembrance
Of his most sovereign name; consider little,
What dangers (by his Highness' fail of iffue)
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,

· Than 10 rejoice, the former Than to rejoice the former Queen: Queen is well! The

THIS WILL speaker is here giving reasons What, says the speaker, can be why the King should marry again. a more holy motive to a new One reason is, pity to the State; choice than that it will glad the another, regard to the continuance spirit of the former Queen? for of the royal family; and the she was of so excellent a disposbird, comfort and consolation to fition, that the happiness of the the King's affliction. All hitherto King and Kingdom, to be prois plain, and becoming a Privy- cured by it, will give her excounsellor. But now comes in, 'treme pleasure. The poet goes what he calls, a holy argument upon the general opinion, that for it, and that is a rejoicing that the spirits of the happy in the the former Queen is well and at other world are concerned for refl. To make this argument of the condition of their surviving force, we must conclude that the friends.

WARBURTON. speaker went upon this opinion, This emendation is one of that a widower can never heartily those of which many may be rejoice that his former wife is at made; it is such as we may with relt, till he has got another. the authour had chosen, but which Without doubt Shakespeare wrote, we cannot prove that he did

chuse; the reasons for it are plau-What were more boly, fible, but not cogent.

Respect

WINTER's TALE.
Respecting her that's gone. Befides, 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 perilh with the infant. 'Tis your counsel, ,
My Lord Thould to the heav'ns be contrary;
Oppose against their wills.-Care not for iffue ;

[To the King
The crown will find an heir. Great Alexander
Left his to th' worthiest ; fo his fucceffor
Was like to be the best.

Leo. Good Paulina,
Who haft the memory of Hermione,
I know, in honour: 0, 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. And left them
More rich, for what they yielded.

Leo. Thou speak'st truth :
No more such wives, therefore no wife; one worse,
And better us'd, would make her sainted spirit
Again pofsefs her corps; and on this stage
(Where we offend her now) appear soul-vext,

this Stage

* In the old copies,

supporting. The Night Change, would make her fainted I have made, cures borb: and, Spirit

furely, 'tis an improvement to Again pollefs ber Corps, and on the Sentiment for the King to

lay, that Paulina and be offended (Where we Offenders now ap- his dead Wife's Ghost with the pear) foul-vext.

Subject of a second Match ; raAnd begin, &c.] 'Tis obvious, ther than in general Terms to that the

Grammar is defe&tive; call themselves Offenders, Sinners. and the Sense consequently wants

THEOBALD.

And

And begin, Why to me?

Paul. Had the such power, She had just cause.

Leo. 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
Her eye, and tell me, for what dull part in't
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.

Leo. Stars, stars,
And all eyes else, dead coals. Fear thou no wife,
I'll have no wife, Pauling.

Paul. Will you swear
Never to marry, but by my free leave?

Leo. Never, Paulina ; fo be bless'd my spirit!
Paul. Then, good my Lords, bear witness to his oath.
Cleo. You tempt him over-mach.

Paul. Unless another,
As like Hermione as is her picture,
* Affront his eye.

Cleo. Good Madam, pray, have done.

Paul. Yet, if my Lord will marry.--If you will, Sir; No remedy, but you will ; give me the office - To chuse you a Queen; she shall not be so young

As was your former ; but the shall be fach,
As, walk'd your first Queen's ghost, it should take joy
To see her in your arms.

Leo. My true Paulina,
· We shall not marry, 'till thou bid'It us.

Paul. That Shall be, when your first Queen's again in breath: Never till then,

To affront, is to meet.

SCENE

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Gent. One that gives out himself prince Florizel,
Son of Polixenes, with his Princess she,
The fairest I have yet beheld, defires
Access to your high presence.

Leo. 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 ?

Gent. But few,
And those but mean.

Leo. His Princess, say you, with him? Gent. Yes; the most peerless piece of earth, I think, That e'er the sun fhione bright on.

Paul. Oh Hermione,
As every present time doth boast itfelf
Above a better, gone; so must thy grave
Give way to what's seen now. Sir, you yourfelf!
Have said, and writ so; (but your writing now
Is colder than that theme) she had not been,
Nor was she to be equalld; thus your verse
Flow'd with her beauty once; 'tis Chrewdly ebb’d,
To say, you've seen a better.

Gent. Pardon, Madain;
The one I have almost forgot, (your pardon)
The other, when she has obtain'd your eye,
Will have your tongue too. This is a creature,
Would she begin a sect, might quench the zeal
Of all professors else, make proselytes
Of who fhe but bid follow.

3-Sir, you yourself so relates not to what precedes, Have faid, and writto;-) but to what follows that, fte bad The reader muft observe, that not been quall d.

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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.

Leo. Go, Cleomines;
Yourself, affifted with your honour'd friends,

[Exit Cleomines. Bring them to our embracement. Still 'tis strange 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.

Leo. Pr'ythee, no more; ceafe; 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.

SCENE III.

Enter Florizel, Perdita, Cleomines, and others.

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,
As your fair Princess, goddess! -oh! alas!
I lost a couple, that 'twixt heav'n 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
Tho' bearing misery I desire my life
Once more to look on.

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