ACT V. SCENE I-Sicilia. A Room in the Palace of 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, Leon. Whilst I remember Paul. True, too true, my lord: Or, from the all that are, took something good*, Leon. 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. 4 Or, from the all that are, took something good,] This is a favourite thought; it is bestowed on Miranda and Rosalind. JOHNSON. Not at all, good lady: Cleo. You might have spoken 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. If you would not so, Dion. With a sweet fellow to't? Paul Respecting her that's gone. There is none worthy, Besides, the gods Will have fulfill'd their secret purposes: 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, The crown will find an heir: Great Alexander Leon. 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; Paul. More rich, for what they yielded. Leon. And left them Thou speak'st truth. No more such wives; therefore, no wife: one worse, And better us'd, would make her sainted spirit Had she such power, 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 Leon. Stars, very stars †, And all eyes else dead coals!-fear thou no wife, 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. Yet, if my lord will marry,-if you will, sir, 5 incense me] i. e. instigate me, set me on. 6 Shou'd rift] i. e. split. +"Stars, stars," -MALONE. 7 Affront his eye.] To affront, is to meet. 5 No remedy, but you will; give me the office 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; Enter a Gentleman. Gent. One that gives out himself prince Florizel, The fairest I have yet beheld,) desires access Leon. What with him? he comes not Gent. Ay, the most peerless piece of earth, I think, That e'er the sun shone bright on. Paul. O Hermione, As Give way to what's seen now. Sir, you yourself Is colder than that theme,)] i. e. than the lifeless body of Hermione, the theme or subject of your writing.—MALONE. 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, 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 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. Had our prince, Paul. Leon. Re-enter CLEOMENES, with FLORIZEL, PERDITA, and Attendants. Your mother was most true to wedlock, prince; For she did print your royal father off, His very air, that I should call you brother, |