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<h2>ACT V.</h2>   SCENE I.  Sicilia.  A Room in the palace of LEONTES.   <blockquote>[Enter LEONTES, CLEOMENES, DION, PAULINA, and others.] </blockquote> CLEOMENES 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.   LEONTES                                               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.   PAULINA                                     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.   LEONTES                                      I think so.—Kill'd! She I kill'd! I did so: but thou strik'st me Sorely, to say I did: it is as bitter Upon thy tongue as in my thought: now, good now, Say so but seldom.   CLEOMENES                               Not at all, good lady; You might have spoken a thousand things that would Have done the time more benefit, and grac'd Your kindness better.   PAULINA                                   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?   PAULINA                                         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.—[To LEONTES.] Care not for issue; The crown will find an heir: great Alexander Left his to the worthiest; so his successor Was like to be the best.   LEONTES                                       Good Paulina,— Who hast the memory of Hermione, I know, in honour,—O 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,—   PAULINA                                                          And left them More rich for what they yielded.   LEONTES                                                     Thou speak'st truth. No more such wives; therefore, no wife: one worse, And better us'd, would make her sainted spirit Again possess her corpse; and on this stage,— Where we offend her now,—appear soul-vexed, And begin 'Why to me?'   PAULINA                                        Had she such power, She had just cause.   LEONTES                                She had; and would incense me To murder her I married.   PAULINA                                         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!'   LEONTES                                                 Stars, stars, And all eyes else dead coals!—fear thou no wife; I'll have no wife, Paulina.   PAULINA                                          Will you swear Never to marry but by my free leave?   LEONTES Never, Paulina; so be bless'd my spirit!   PAULINA Then, good my lords, bear witness to his oath.   CLEOMENES You tempt him over-much.   PAULINA                                             Unless another, As like Hermione as is her picture, Affront his eye.   CLEOMENES                           Good madam,—   PAULINA                                                     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.   LEONTES                                         My true Paulina, We shall not marry till thou bidd'st us.   PAULINA                                                              That Shall be when your first queen's again in breath; Never till then. <blockquote>[Enter a GENTLEMAN.] </blockquote> GENTLEMAN 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.   LEONTES                                      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?   GENTLEMAN                                                         But few, And those but mean.   LEONTES                                  His princess, say you, with him?   GENTLEMAN Ay; the most peerless piece of earth, I think, That e'er the sun shone bright on.   PAULINA                                                       O Hermione, As every present time doth boast itself Above a better gone, so must thy grave Give way to what's seen now! Sir, 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.   GENTLEMAN                                                  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 a creature, Would she begin a sect, might quench the zeal Of all professors else; make proselytes Of who she but bid follow.   PAULINA                                             How! not women?   GENTLEMAN Women will love her that she is a woman More worth than any man; men, that she is The rarest of all women.   LEONTES                                         Go, Cleomenes; Yourself, assisted with your honour'd friends, Bring them to our embracement.— <blockquote>[Exeunt CLEOMENES, Lords, and Gent.] </blockquote>                                                        Still, 'tis strange He thus should steal upon us.   PAULINA                                                 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.   LEONTES Pr'ythee no more; cease; 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.— <blockquote>[Re-enter CLEOMENES, with FLORIZEL, PERDITA, and Attendants.] </blockquote> 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! And your fair princess,—goddess! O, alas! I lost a couple that 'twixt heaven 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, Though bearing misery, I desire my life Once more to look on him.   FLORIZEL                                             By his command Have I here touch'd Sicilia, and from him Give you all greetings that a king, at friend, Can send his brother: and, but infirmity,— Which waits upon worn times,—hath something seiz'd His wish'd ability, he had himself The lands and waters 'twixt your throne and his Measur'd, to look upon you; whom he loves, He bade me say so,—more than all the sceptres And those that bear them, living.   LEONTES                                                      O my brother,— Good gentleman!—the wrongs I have done thee stir Afresh within me; and these thy offices, So rarely kind, are as interpreters Of my behind-hand slackness!—Welcome hither, As is the spring to the earth. And hath he too Expos'd this paragon to the fearful usage,— At least ungentle,—of the dreadful Neptune, To greet a man not worth her pains, much less The adventure of her person?   FLORIZEL                                                 Good, my lord, She came from Libya.   LEONTES                                     Where the warlike Smalus, That noble honour'd lord, is fear'd and lov'd?   FLORIZEL Most royal sir, from thence; from him whose daughter His tears proclaim'd his, parting with her: thence,— 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; Who for Bohemia bend, to signify Not only my success in Libya, sir, But my arrival, and my wife's, in safety Here, where we are.   LEONTES                                 The blessèd gods Purge all infection from our air whilst you 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 bless'd,— 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! <blockquote>[Enter a Lord.] </blockquote> 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 A shepherd's daughter.   LEONTES                                      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 hast'ning,—in the chase, it seems, 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.   FLORIZEL                                       Camillo has betray'd me; Whose honour and whose honesty, till now, Endur'd all weathers.   LORD                                   Lay't so to his charge; He's with the king your father.   LEONTES                                                  Who? Camillo?   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.   PERDITA                                               O my poor father!— The heaven sets spies upon us, will not have Our contract celebrated.   LEONTES                                        You are married?   FLORIZEL 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.   LEONTES                                                        My lord, Is this the daughter of a king?   FLORIZEL                                                 She is, When once she is my wife.   LEONTES 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.   FLORIZEL                                                   Dear, look up: Though Fortune, visible an enemy, Should chase us with my father, power no jot Hath she to change our loves.—Beseech you, sir, Remember since you ow'd no more to time Than I do now: with thought of such affections, Step forth mine advocate; at your request My father will grant precious things as trifles.   LEONTES Would he do so, I'd beg your precious mistress, Which he counts but a trifle.   PAULINA                                               Sir, my liege, 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.   LEONTES                                                I thought of her Even in these looks I made.—[To FLORIZEL.] But your petition 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 toward him; therefore, follow me, And mark what way I make. Come, good my lord. <blockquote>[Exeunt.] </blockquote>           SCENE II.  The same.  Before the Palace.   <blockquote>[Enter AUTOLYCUS and a Gentleman.] </blockquote> AUTOLYCUS Beseech you, sir, were you present at this relation?   FIRST GENTLEMAN 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.   AUTOLYCUS I would most gladly know the issue of it.   FIRST GENTLEMAN I make a broken delivery of the business; but the changes I perceived in the king and Camillo were very notes of admiration. They seem'd 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 looked as they had heard of a world ransomed, or one destroyed: a notable passion of wonder appeared 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. Here comes a gentleman that happily knows more. <blockquote>[Enter a Gentleman.] </blockquote> The news, Rogero?   SECOND GENTLEMAN Nothing but bonfires: the oracle is fulfilled: the king's daughter is found: such a deal of wonder is broken out within this hour that ballad-makers cannot be able to express it. Here comes the Lady Paulina's steward: he can deliver you more. <blockquote>[Enter a third Gentleman.] </blockquote> How goes it now, sir? This news, which is called true, is so like an old tale that the verity of it is in strong suspicion. Has the king found his heir?   THIRD GENTLEMAN 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 shows 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?   SECOND GENTLEMAN No.   THIRD GENTLEMAN Then you have 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 manner that it seemed sorrow wept to take leave of them; for their joy waded in tears. There was casting up of eyes, holding up of hands, with countenance of such distraction 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 loss, cries 'O, thy mother, thy mother!' then asks Bohemia forgiveness; then embraces his son-in-law; then again worries he his daughter with clipping her; now he thanks the old shepherd, which stands by like a weather-bitten conduit of many kings' reigns. I never heard of such another encounter, which lames report to follow it, and undoes description to do it.   SECOND GENTLEMAN What, pray you, became of Antigonus, that carried hence the child?   THIRD GENTLEMAN Like an old tale still, which will have matter to rehearse, though credit be asleep and not an ear open. He was torn to pieces with a bear: this avouches the shepherd's son, who has not only his innocence,—which seems much,—to justify him, but a handkerchief and rings of his, that Paulina knows.   FIRST GENTLEMAN What became of his bark and his followers?   THIRD GENTLEMAN Wrecked the same instant of their master's death, and in the view of the shepherd: so that all the instruments which aided to expose the child were even then lost when it was found. But, O, the noble combat that 'twixt joy and sorrow was fought in Paulina! She had one eye declined for the loss of her husband, another elevated that the oracle was fulfilled: she lifted the princess from the earth, and so locks her in embracing, as if she would pin her to her heart, that she might no more be in danger of losing.   FIRST GENTLEMAN The dignity of this act was worth the audience of kings and princes; for by such was it acted.   THIRD GENTLEMAN One of the prettiest touches of all, and that which angled for mine eyes,—caught the water, though not the fish,—was, when at the relation of the queen's death, with the manner how she came to it,—bravely confessed and lamented by the king,—how attentivenes wounded his daughter; till, from one sign of dolour to another, she did with an 'Alas!'—I would fain say, bleed tears; for I am sure my heart wept blood. Who was most marble there changed colour; some swooned, all sorrowed: if all the world could have seen it, the woe had been universal.   FIRST GENTLEMAN Are they returned to the court?   THIRD GENTLEMAN No: the princess hearing of her mother's statue, which is in the keeping of Paulina,—a piece many years in doing and now newly performed by that rare Italian master, Julio Romano, who, had he himself eternity, and could put breath into his work, would beguile nature of her custom, so perfectly he is her ape: he so near to Hermione hath done Hermione that they say one would speak to her and stand in hope of answer:—thither with all greediness of affection are they gone; and there they intend to sup.   SECOND GENTLEMAN I thought she had some great matter there in hand; for she hath privately twice or thrice a day, ever since the death of Hermione, visited that removed house. Shall we thither, and with our company piece the rejoicing?   FIRST GENTLEMAN Who would be thence that has the benefit of access? every wink of an eye some new grace will be born: our absence makes us unthrifty to our knowledge. Let's along. <blockquote>[Exeunt GENTLEMEN.] </blockquote> AUTOLYCUS Now, had I not the dash of my former life in me, would preferment drop on my head. I brought the old man and his son aboard the prince; told him I heard them talk of a fardel and I know not what; but he at that time over-fond of the shepherd's daughter,—so he then took her to be,—who began to be much sea-sick, and himself little better, extremity of weather continuing, this mystery remained undiscover'd. But 'tis all one to me; for had I been the finder-out of this secret, it would not have relish'd among my other discredits. Here come those I have done good to against my will, and already appearing in the blossoms of their fortune. <blockquote>[Enter Shepherd and Clown.] </blockquote> SHEPHERD Come, boy; I am past more children, but thy sons and daughters will be all gentlemen born.   CLOWN You are well met, sir: you denied to fight with me this other day, because I was no gentleman born. See you these clothes? say you see them not and think me still no gentleman born: you were best say these robes are not gentlemen born. Give me the lie, do; and try whether I am not now a gentleman born.   AUTOLYCUS I know you are now, sir, a gentleman born.   CLOWN Ay, and have been so any time these four hours.   SHEPHERD And so have I, boy!   CLOWN So you have:—but I was a gentleman born before my father; for the king's son took me by the hand and called me brother; and then the two kings called my father brother; and then the prince, my brother, and the princess, my sister, called my father father; and so we wept; and there was the first gentleman-like tears that ever we shed.   SHEPHERD We may live, son, to shed many more.   CLOWN Ay; or else 'twere hard luck, being in so preposterous estate as we are.   AUTOLYCUS I humbly beseech you, sir, to pardon me all the faults I have committed to your worship, and to give me your good report to the prince my master.   SHEPHERD Pr'ythee, son, do; for we must be gentle, now we are gentlemen.   CLOWN Thou wilt amend thy life?   AUTOLYCUS Ay, an it like your good worship.   CLOWN Give me thy hand: I will swear to the prince thou art as honest a true fellow as any is in Bohemia.   SHEPHERD You may say it, but not swear it.   CLOWN Not swear it, now I am a gentleman? Let boors and franklins say it, I'll swear it.   SHEPHERD How if it be false, son?   CLOWN If it be ne'er so false, a true gentleman may swear it in the behalf of his friend.—And I'll swear to the prince thou art a tall fellow of thy hands and that thou wilt not be drunk; but I know thou art no tall fellow of thy hands and that thou wilt be drunk: but I'll swear it; and I would thou wouldst be a tall fellow of thy hands.   AUTOLYCUS I will prove so, sir, to my power.   CLOWN Ay, by any means, prove a tall fellow: if I do not wonder how thou darest venture to be drunk, not being a tall fellow, trust me not.—Hark! the kings and the princes, our kindred, are going to see the queen's picture. Come, follow us: we'll be thy good masters. <blockquote>[Exeunt.] </blockquote>           SCENE III.  The same.  A Room in PAULINA's house.   <blockquote>[Enter LEONTES, POLIXENES, FLORIZEL, PERDITA, CAMILLO, PAULINA, Lords and Attendants.] </blockquote> LEONTES O grave and good Paulina, the great comfort That I have had of thee!   PAULINA                                       What, sovereign sir, I did not well, I meant well. All my services You have paid home: but that you have vouchsaf'd, With your crown'd brother and these your contracted Heirs of your kingdoms, my poor house to visit, It is a surplus of your grace which never My life may last to answer.   LEONTES                                             O Paulina, We honour you with trouble:—but we came To see the statue of our queen: your gallery Have we pass'd through, not without much content In many singularities; but we saw not That which my daughter came to look upon, The statue of her mother.   PAULINA                                          As she liv'd peerless, So her dead likeness, I do well believe, Excels whatever yet you look'd upon Or hand of man hath done; therefore I keep it Lonely, apart. But here it is: prepare To see the life as lively mock'd as ever Still sleep mock'd death: behold; and say 'tis well. <blockquote>[PAULINA undraws a curtain, and discovers HERMIONE, standing as a statue.] </blockquote> I like your silence,—it the more shows off Your wonder: but yet speak;—first, you, my liege. Comes it not something near?   LEONTES                                                  Her natural posture!— Chide me, dear stone, that I may say indeed Thou art Hermione; or rather, thou art she In thy not chiding; for she was as tender As infancy and grace.—But yet, Paulina, Hermione was not so much wrinkled; nothing So agèd, as this seems.   POLIXENES                                      O, not by much!   PAULINA So much the more our carver's excellence; Which lets go by some sixteen years, and makes her As she liv'd now.   LEONTES                             As now she might have done, So much to my good comfort, as it is Now piercing to my soul. O, thus she stood, Even with such life of majesty,—warm life, As now it coldly stands,—when first I woo'd her! I am asham'd: does not the stone rebuke me For being more stone than it?—O royal piece, There's magic in thy majesty; which has My evils conjur'd to remembrance; and From thy admiring daughter took the spirits, Standing like stone with thee!   PERDITA                                                  And give me leave; And do not say 'tis superstition, that I kneel, and then implore her blessing.—Lady, Dear queen, that ended when I but began, Give me that hand of yours to kiss.   PAULINA                                                         O, patience! The statue is but newly fix'd, the colour's Not dry.   CAMILLO My lord, your sorrow was too sore laid on, Which sixteen winters cannot blow away, So many summers dry; scarce any joy Did ever so long live; no sorrow But kill'd itself much sooner.   POLIXENES                                                Dear my brother, Let him that was the cause of this have power To take off so much grief from you as he Will piece up in himself.   PAULINA                                          Indeed, my lord, If I had thought the sight of my poor image Would thus have wrought you,—for the stone is mine,— I'd not have show'd it.   LEONTES                                     Do not draw the curtain.   PAULINA No longer shall you gaze on't; lest your fancy May think anon it moves.   LEONTES                                           Let be, let be.— Would I were dead, but that, methinks, already— What was he that did make it? See, my lord, Would you not deem it breath'd, and that those veins Did verily bear blood?   POLIXENES                                      Masterly done: The very life seems warm upon her lip.   LEONTES The fixture of her eye has motion in't, As we are mock'd with art.   PAULINA                                             I'll draw the curtain: My lord's almost so far transported that He'll think anon it lives.   LEONTES                                        O sweet Paulina, Make me to think so twenty years together! No settled senses of the world can match The pleasure of that madness. Let't alone.   PAULINA I am sorry, sir, I have thus far stirr'd you: but I could afflict you further.   LEONTES                                           Do, Paulina; For this affliction has a taste as sweet As any cordial comfort.—Still, methinks, There is an air comes from her: what fine chisel Could ever yet cut breath? Let no man mock me, For I will kiss her!   PAULINA                               Good my lord, forbear: The ruddiness upon her lip is wet; You'll mar it if you kiss it; stain your own With oily painting. Shall I draw the curtain?   LEONTES No, not these twenty years.   PERDITA                                             So long could I Stand by, a looker on.   PAULINA                                     Either forbear, Quit presently the chapel, or resolve you For more amazement. If you can behold it, I'll make the statue move indeed, descend, And take you by the hand, but then you'll think,— Which I protest against,—I am assisted By wicked powers.   LEONTES                                What you can make her do I am content to look on: what to speak, I am content to hear; for 'tis as easy To make her speak as move.   PAULINA                                               It is requir'd You do awake your faith. Then all stand still; Or those that think it is unlawful business I am about, let them depart.   LEONTES                                             Proceed: No foot shall stir.   PAULINA                              Music, awake her: strike.—[Music.] 'Tis time; descend; be stone no more; approach; Strike all that look upon with marvel. Come; I'll fill your grave up: stir; nay, come away; Bequeath to death your numbness, for from him Dear life redeems you.—You perceive she stirs. <blockquote>[HERMIONE comes down from the pedestal.] </blockquote> Start not; her actions shall be holy as You hear my spell is lawful: do not shun her Until you see her die again; for then You kill her double. Nay, present your hand: When she was young you woo'd her; now in age Is she become the suitor?   LEONTES [Embracing her.]              O, she's warm! If this be magic, let it be an art Lawful as eating.   POLIXENES                             She embraces him.   CAMILLO She hangs about his neck: If she pertain to life, let her speak too.   POLIXENES Ay, and make it manifest where she has liv'd, Or how stol'n from the dead.   PAULINA                                                That she is living, Were it but told you, should be hooted at Like an old tale; but it appears she lives, Though yet she speak not. Mark a little while.— Please you to interpose, fair madam: kneel, And pray your mother's blessing.—Turn, good lady; Our Perdita is found. <blockquote>[Presenting PERDITA, who kneels to HERMIONE.] </blockquote> HERMIONE                                    You gods, look down, And from your sacred vials pour your graces Upon my daughter's head!—Tell me, mine own, Where hast thou been preserv'd? where liv'd? how found Thy father's court? for thou shalt hear that I,— Knowing by Paulina that the oracle Gave hope thou wast in being,—have preserv'd Myself to see the issue.   PAULINA                                       There's time enough for that; Lest they desire upon this push to trouble Your joys with like relation.—Go together, You precious winners all; your exultation Partake to every one. I, an old turtle, Will wing me to some wither'd bough, and there My mate, that's never to be found again, Lament till I am lost.   LEONTES                                    O peace, Paulina! Thou shouldst a husband take by my consent, As I by thine a wife: this is a match, And made between's by vows. Thou hast found mine; But how, is to be question'd: for I saw her, As I thought, dead; and have, in vain, said many A prayer upon her grave. I'll not seek far,— For him, I partly know his mind,—to find thee An honourable husband.—Come, Camillo, And take her by the hand, whose worth and honesty Is richly noted, and here justified By us, a pair of kings.—Let's from this place.— What! look upon my brother:—both your pardons, That e'er I put between your holy looks My ill suspicion.—This your son-in-law, And son unto the king, whom heavens directing, Is troth-plight to your daughter.—Good Paulina, Lead us from hence; where we may leisurely Each one demand, and answer to his part Perform'd in this wide gap of time, since first We were dissever'd: hastily lead away! <blockquote>[Exeunt.] </blockquote> <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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