proclaims, shall he be set against a brick-wall, the sun looking with a southward eye upon him; where he is to behold him, with flies blown to death. But what talk we of these traitorly rascals, whose miseries are to be smiled at, their offences being so capital? Tell me, (for you seem to be honest plain men,) what you have to the king: being something gently consider'd t, I'll bring you where he is aboard, tender your persons to his presence, whisper him in your behalfs; and, if it be in man, besides the king, to effect your suits, here is man shall do it.!

Clown. He seems to be of great authority close with him, give him gold; and though authority be a stubborn bear, yet he is oft led by the nose with gold: shew the inside of your purse to the outside of his hand, and no more ado: remember stoned, and flay'd alive.

Shep. An't please you, Sir, to undertake the business for us, here is that gold I have: I'll make it as much more; and leave this young man in pawn, till I bring it you.

Aut. After I have done what I promised?
Shep. Ay, Sir.

Aut. Well, give me the moiety:-Are you a party

in this business?

Clown. In some sort, Sir: but though my case be a pitiful one, I hope I shall not be flay'd out of it.

Aut. O, that's the case of the shepherd's son:Hang him, he'll be made an example.

Clown. Comfort, good comfort: we must to the king, and shew our strange sights: he must know, 'tis none of your daughter, nor my sister; we are gone else. Sir, I will give you as much as this old man does, when the business is perform'd; and remain, as he says, your pawn, till it be brought you.

Aut. I will trust you. Walk before toward the sea-side; go on the right hand; I will but look upon the hedge, and follow you.

Clown. We are bless'd in this man, as I may say, even bless'd.

Shep. Let's before, as he bids us: he was provided to do us good. [Exeunt Shepherd and Clown. Aut. If I had a mind to be honest, I see, fortune

The hottest day foretold in the almanac. + Being handsomely bribed.

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would not suffer me; she drops booties in my mouth. I am courted now with a double occa sion; gold, and a means to do the prince my master good; which, who knows how that may turn back to my advancement? I will bring these two moles, these blind ones, aboard him: if he think it fit to shore them again, and that the complaint they have to the king concerns him nothing, let him call me, rogue, for being so far officious; for I am proof against that title, and what shame else belongs to't: to him will I present them, there may be matter in it. [Exit.

ACT V.

SCENE I-Sicilia.-A Room in the Palace of LEONTES.

Enter LEONTES, CLEOMENES, DION, PAULINA, and others.

Cleo. Sir, you have done enough, and have perform'd

A saint-like sorrow: no fault could you make,
Which you have not redeem'd; indeed, paid down
More penitence than done trespass: at the last,
Do as the heavens have done; forget your evil;
With them, forgive yourself.

Leon. Whilst I remember

Her, and her virtues, I cannot forget

My blemishes in them; and so still think of
The wrong I did myself: which was so much,
That heirless it hath made my kingdom; and
Destroy'd the sweet'st companion, that e'er man
Bred his hopes out of.

Paul. True, too true, my lord:

If, one by one, you wedded all the world,
Or, from the all that are, took something good,
To make a perfect woman; she, you kill'd,
Would be unparallel'd.

Leon. I think so.

Kill'd!

She I kill'd? I did so: but thou strikest me
Sorely, to say I did; it is as bitter

Upon thy tongue, as in my thought: now, good now,

Say so but seldom.

Cleo. Not at all, good lady:

You might have spoken a thousand things, that would

Have done the time more benefit, and graced
Your kindness better.

Paul. You are one of those,
Would have him wed again.
Dion. 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 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,-Ö, that ever I

Had squared me to thy counsel ! Then, even now, 1 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.
Leon. Thou speak'st truth.

No more such wives; therefore, no wife: one

worse

And better used, 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?

Paul. Had she such power,

She had just cause.

• At rest, dead.

Leon. 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
Should rift to hear me ; and the words that follow'd
Should be, Remember mine.

Leon. Stars, very stars,

And all eyes else dead coals!-Fear thou no wife, I'll have no wife, Paulina.

Paul. 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

oath.

Cleo. You tempt him over-much.
Paul. Unless another,

As like Hermione as is her picture,

Affront his eye.

Cleo. Good madam,

Paul. I have done.

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. 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 framed, but forced

By need and accident. What train?

Gent. But few,

And those but mean.

• Instigate.

+ Split.

+ Meet.

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.
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. Sír, you yourself
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,

* i. e. Than the corse of Hermione, the subject of your writing.