Enter Leontes,
Cleomenes,
Dion,
Paulina,
and Servants.
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,
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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,
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That heirless it hath made my kingdom; and
Destroy'd the sweet'st companion that e'er man
Bred his hopes out of.
If, one by one, you wedded all the world,
Or from the all that are took something good,
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To make a perfect woman, she you kill'd
Would be unparallel'd.
Leon. I think so. Kill'd!
Sorely, to say I did; it is as bitter
Upon my tongue as in my thought: now, good now,
Say so but seldom.
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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,
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You pity not the state, nor the remembrance
What dangers, by his highness' fail of issue,
May drop upon his kingdom and devour
Incertain lookers on. What were more holy
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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,
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Respecting her that's gone. Besides, the gods
For has not the divine Apollo
said,
Is't not the tenor of his oracle,
That King Leontes shall not have an heir
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Till his lost child be found? which that it shall,
Is all as monstrous to our human reason
And come again to me; who, on my life,
Did perish with the infant. 'Tis your counsel
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My lord should to the heavens be
contrary,
The crown will find an heir: great Alexander
Left his to the worthiest; so his successor
Was like to be the best.
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Who hast the memory of Hermione,
I know, in honour, O, that ever I
Had squared 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.
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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 corpse, and on this
stage,Where we offenders now, appear soul-vex'd,
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Paul. Had she such power,
Leon. She had; and would incense me
To murder her I married.
Paul. I should so.
Were I the ghost that
walk'd, I'ld bid you mark
Her eye, and tell me for what dull part in't
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You chose her; then I'ld shriek, that even your ears
Should rift to hear me; and the words that follow'd
Should be 'Remember mine.'
And all eyes else dead coals! Fear thou no wife;
I'll have no wife, Paulina.
Paul. Will you swear
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Never to marry but by my free leave?
Leon. Never, Paulina; so be
blest 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.
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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
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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 bid'st us.
Paul. That
Shall be when your first queen's again in breath;
Never till then.
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Son of Polixenes, with his princess, she
To your high presence.
Leon. What with him? he comes not
Like to his father's greatness: his approach,
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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.
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.
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Paul. O Hermione,
As every present time doth boast itself
Above a better gone, so must thy
graveGive way to what's seen now! Sir, you yourself
Have said and writ so, but your writing now
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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,
Gent. Pardon, madam:
The one I have almost forgot,—your pardon,—
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The other, when she has obtain'd your eye,
Would she begin a sect, might quench the zeal
Of all professors else; make proselytes
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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
He thus should steal upon us.
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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. Prithee, no more; cease; thou know'st
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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.
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
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By us perform'd before. Most dearly welcome!
I lost a couple, that 'twixt heaven and earth
Might thus have stood begetting wonder, as
You, gracious couple, do: and then I lost,
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All mine own folly, the society,
Amity too, of your brave father,
whom,Though bearing misery, I desire my life
Have I here touch'd Sicilia, and from him
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Give you all greetings, that a king,
at friend,
Can send his brother: and, but infirmity
Which waits upon worn times hath something seized
His wish'd ability, he had himself
The lands and waters 'twixt your throne and his
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Measured to look upon you; whom he loves,
He bade me say so, more than all the sceptres
And those that bear them living.
Leon. O my brother,
Good gentleman! the wrongs I have done thee stir
Afresh within me; and these thy offices,
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So rarely kind, are as interpreters
Of my behind-hand slackness! Welcome hither,
As is the spring to the earth. And hath he too
Exposed this paragon to the fearful usage,
At least ungentle, of the dreadful Neptune,
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To greet a man not worth her pains, much less
The adventure of her person?
Leon. Where the warlike Smalus,
That noble honour'd lord, is fear'd and loved?
Flo. Most royal sir, from thence; from him, whose daughter
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A prosperous south-wind friendly, we have cross'd,
To execute the charge my father gave me,
For visiting your highness: my best train
I have from your Sicilian shores dismiss'd;
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Who for Bohemia bend, to signify
Not only my success in Libya, sir,
But my arrival, and my wife's, in safety
Purge all infection from our air whilst you
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Do climate here! You have a
holy father,
A graceful gentleman; against whose person,
So sacred as it is, I have done sin:
For which the heavens, taking angry note,
Have left me issueless; and your father's
blest,
As he from heaven merits it, with you
Worthy his goodness. What might I have been,
Might I a son and daughter now have look'd on,
Such goodly things as you!
Lord. Most noble sir,
That which I shall report will bear no credit,
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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
A shepherd's daughter.
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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
Whiles he was hastening, in the chase, it seems,
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Of this fair couple, meets he on the way
The father of this seeming lady and
Her brother, having both their country quitted
With this young prince.
Flo. Camillo has betray'd me;
Whose honour and whose honesty till now
Endured all weathers.
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Lord. Lay't so to his charge:
He's with the king your father.
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;
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Forswear themselves as often as they speak:
Bohemia stops his ears, and threatens them
With divers deaths in death.
Per. O my poor father!
Our contract celebrated.
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Flo. We are not, sir, nor are we like to be;
The stars, I see, will kiss the valleys first:
The odds for high and low's alike.
Leon. My lord,
Is this the daughter of a king?
Flo. She is,
When once she is my wife.
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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
Where you were tied in duty, and as sorry
Your choice is not so rich in
worth as beauty,
That you might well enjoy her.
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Flo. Dear, look up:
Should chase us with my father, power no jot
Hath she to change our loves. Beseech you, sir,
Remember since you owed no more to time
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Step forth mine advocate; at your request
My father will grant precious things as trifles.
Leon. Would he do so, I'ld beg your precious mistress,
Which he counts but a trifle.
Paul. Sir, my liege,
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Your eye 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,
Is yet unanswer'd. I will to your father:
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Your honour not o'erthrown by your desires,
I now go toward him; therefore follow me
And mark what way I make: come, good my lord. [Exeunt.