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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 preserved? where lived? 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 preserved |
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 is your son-in-law, |
And son unto the king, who, heavens directing, |
Is troth-plight to your daughter. Good Paulina, |
Lead us from hence, where we may leisurely |
Each one demand an answer to his part |
Perform'd in this wide gap of time since first |
We were dissever'd: hastily lead away. |
DUKE VINCENTIO: |
Escalus. |
ESCALUS: |
My lord. |
DUKE VINCENTIO: |
Of government the properties to unfold, |
Would seem in me to affect speech and discourse; |
Since I am put to know that your own science |
Exceeds, in that, the lists of all advice |
My strength can give you: then no more remains, |
But that to your sufficiency, as your Worth is able, |
And let them work. The nature of our people, |
Our city's institutions, and the terms |
For common justice, you're as pregnant in |
As art and practise hath enriched any |
That we remember. There is our commission, |
From which we would not have you warp. Call hither, |
I say, bid come before us Angelo. |
What figure of us think you he will bear? |
For you must know, we have with special soul |
Elected him our absence to supply, |
Lent him our terror, dress'd him with our love, |
And given his deputation all the organs |
Of our own power: what think you of it? |
ESCALUS: |
If any in Vienna be of worth |
To undergo such ample grace and honour, |
It is Lord Angelo. |
DUKE VINCENTIO: |
Look where he comes. |
ANGELO: |
Always obedient to your grace's will, |
I come to know your pleasure. |
DUKE VINCENTIO: |
Angelo, |
There is a kind of character in thy life, |
That to the observer doth thy history |
Fully unfold. Thyself and thy belongings |
Are not thine own so proper as to waste |
Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. |
Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, |
Not light them for themselves; for if our virtues |
Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike |
As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd |
But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends |
The smallest scruple of her excellence |
But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines |
Herself the glory of a creditor, |
Both thanks and use. But I do bend my speech |
To one that can my part in him advertise; |
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