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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-vex'd, |
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 blest 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 bid'st us. |
PAULINA. That |
Shall be when your first queen's again in breath; |
Never till then. |
Enter a GENTLEMAN |
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. Exeunt |
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. Prithee 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. |
Re-enter CLEOMENES, with FLORIZEL, PERDITA, and |
ATTENDANTS |
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, |
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