Afresh within me; and these thy offices,

So rarely kind, are as interpreters

Of my behind-hand flackness.

Welcome hither,
As is the fpring to th' earth. And hath he too
Expos'd this paragon to th' fearful ufage

(At least ungentle) of the dreadful Neptune,
To greet a man, not worth her pains; much less
Th' adventure of her perfon ?
Flo. Good my Lord,

She came from Lybia.

Leo. Where the warlike Smalus,

That noble honour'd Lord, is fear'd, and lov'd?

Flo. Moft royal Sir, from thence, from him whose daughter

His tears proclaim'd his, parting with her; thence
(A profperous fouth-wind friendly) we have cross'd,
To execute the charge my father gave me,
For vifiting your Highness; my best train
I have from your Sicilian fhores dismiss'd,
Who for Bithynia bend, to fignifie
Not only my fuccefs in Lybia, Sir,
But my arrival, and my wife's, in fafety
Here, where we happily are.

Leo. The bleffed Gods

Purge all infection from our air, whilst you
Do climate here! you have a holy father,
A graceful gentleman, against whofe perfon,
So facred as it is, I have done fin;

For which the heavens, taking angry note,
Have left me iffue-lefs ; and your father's blefs'd,
As he from heaven merits it, with you
Worthy his goodness. What might I have been,
Might I a fon and daughter now have look'd on,
Such goodly things as you

SCENE IV. Enter a Lord,

Lord, Moft noble Sir,

That which I fhall report will bear no credit,

Were not the proof fo nigh. Please you, great Sir,
Bithynia greets you from himself by me;

Defires you to attach his fon, who has,

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His dignity and duty both caft off,,

Fled from his father, from his hopes, and with
A fhepherd's daughter.

Leo. Where's Bithynia ? fpeak.

Lord. Here in your city; I now came from him.
I fpeak amazedly, and it becomes

My marvel, and my meffage to your Court
Whilft he was haftning, in the chafe, it seems,
Of this fair couple, meets he on the way
The father of this feeming Lady, and

Her brother, having both their country quitted
With this young Prince.

Flo. Camilla has betray'd me,

Whofe honour and whofe honefty 'till now
Endur'd all weathers.

Lord. Lay't fo to his charge;

He's with the King your father.
Leo. Who? Camillo ?

Lord. Camillo, Sir, I fpake with him, who now
Has these poor men in queftion. Never faw I
Wretches fo quake; they kneel, they kiss the earth;
Forfwear themselves as often as they speak:

Bithynia ftops his ears, and threatens them
With divers deaths, in death.

Per. Oh my poor father!

The heav'n, which fets fpies on us, will not have
Our contract celebrated.

Leo. You are marry'd?

Flo. We are not, Sir, nor are we like to be ; The ftars, I fee, will kifs the valleys first;

The odds for high and low's alike.

Flo. She is,

When once she is my

wife.

Leo. That once, I fee, by your good father's fpeed,
Will come on very flowly. I am forry,

Moft forry you have broken from his liking,
Where you were ty'd in duty; and as forry

Your choice is not fo rich in birth as beauty,

That

That you might well enjoy her.

Flo. Dear, look up;

Though Fortune vifible, an enemy,

Should chafe us, with my father; power no jot
Hath the to change our loves. 'Beseech you, Sir,
Remember fince you ow'd no more to Time
Than I do now; with thought of fuch affections,
Step forth mine advocate: at your requeft,
My father will grant precious things, as trifles.

Leo. Would he do fo, I'd beg your precious miftrefs,
Which he counts but a trifle.

Pau. Sir, my Liege,

Your eye hath too much youth in't; not a month
"Fore your Queen dy'd, fhe was more worth fuch gazes
Than what you look on now.

Leo. I thought of her, Even in these looks I made.

But your petition

Is yet unanfwer'd; I will to your father;
Your honour not o'er-thrown by your defires,
I'm friend to them and you; upon which errand
I now go toward him, therefore follow me,
And mark what way I make: come, good my Lord.

[Exeunt. SCENE V. Enter Autolicus, and a Gentleman. Aut. 'Beseech you, Sir, were you prefent at this relation? 1 Gent. I was by at the opening of the fardel, heard the old fhepherd deliver the manner how he found it; whereupon, after a little amazednefs, we were all commanded out of the chamber; only this, me-thought, I heard the fhepherd fay, he found the child.

Aut. I would moft gladly know the issue of it.

1 Gent. I make a broken delivery of the bufinefs; but the changes I perceived in the King and Camillo, were very notes of admiration; they feem'd almoft, with ftaring on one another, to tear the cafes of their eyes. There was fpeech in their dumbness, language in their very gesture; they look'd as if they had heard of a world ranfom'd, or one deftroy'd ; a notable paffion of wonder appear'd in them; but the wifeft beholder, that knew no more but feeing,

could

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could not fay if th' importance were joy or forrow? 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; fuch a deal of wonder is bro ken out within this hour, that ballad-makers cannot be able to express it.

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Enter another 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 fo like an old tale, that the verity of it is in ftrong fufpicion; has the King found his heir?

3 Gent. Most true, if ever truth were pregnant by circumstance that which you hear, you'll fwear you see, there is fuch unity in the proofs. The mantle of QueenHermione; her jewel about the neck of it; the letters of Antigonus found with it, which they know to be his character; the majefty of the creature, in refemblance of the mother; the affection of nobleness, which nature fhews above her breeding; and many other evidences proclaim ker with all certainty to be the King's daughter. Did you fee the meeting of the two Kings?

2 Gent. No.

tears.

3 Gent. Then have you loft a fight which was to be feen, cannot be spoken of. There might you have beheld one joy, crown another, fo and in fuch manner, that it feem'd forrow wept to take leave of them, for their joy waded in There was cafting up of eyes, holding up of hands, with countenance of fuch diftraction, that they were to be known by garment, not by favour. Our King being ready to leap out of himself, for joy of his found daughter, as if that joy were now become a lofs, cries, oh, thy mother, thy mother! then afks Bithynia forgiveness; then embraces, his fon-in-law; then again worries he his daughter with clipping her. Now he thanks the old fhepherd, who ftands by like a weather-beaten conduit of many Kings reigns. I never heard of fuch another encounter, which lames report to follow it, and undoes defeription to draw it,

2 Gent,

2 Gent. What pray you became of Antigonus, that carry'd hence the child?

3 Gent. Like an old tale ftill, which will have matters to rehearfe, tho' credit be afleep, and not an ear open; he. was torn to pieces with a bear; this avouches the fhepherd's fon, who has not only his innocence, which feems much, to juftify him, but a handkerchief and rings of his, that Paulina knows.

1 Gent. What became of his bark and his followers ?

3 Gent. Wreck'd the fame inftant of their master's death, and in the view of the fhepherd; so that all the inftruments which aided to expofe the child, were even then loft, when it was found. But oh the noble combat, that 'twixt joy and forrow was fought in Paulina! She had one eye declin'd for the lofs of her husband, another elevated that the Oracle was fulfill'd. She lifted the Princefs from the earth, and fo lock'd her in embracing, as if the would pin her to her heart, that she might no more be in danger of lofing.

1 Gent. The dignity of this act was worth the audience of Kings and Princes, for by fuch was it acted.

3 Gent. One of the prettieft touches of all, and that which angled for mine eyes, was, when at the relation of the Queen's death, with the manner how he came to it, bravely confefs'd, and lamented by the King, how attentiveness wounded his daughter, 'till, from one fign of dolour to another, fhe did, with an alas, I would fain fay, bleed tears; for I am fute, my heart wept blood. Who was most marble there changed colour; fome fwooned, all forrowed if all the world could have feen't, the woe had been univerfal.

1 Gent. Are they returned to the Court?

3 Gent. No. The Princess hearing of her mother's ftatue, which is in the keeping of Paulina, a piece many years in doing, and now newly perform'd by that rare Italian mafter, Julio Romano, who, had he himself eternity and could put breath into his work, would beguile nature of her cuftom, fo perfectly he is her ape. He fo near to Hermione' hath done Hermione, that they fay one would speak to her,

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