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 blessed 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 blest, 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!
Enter a Lord 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 hastening, 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 Endured 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.
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