Knowing by Paulina, that the oracle Gave hope thou wast in being,-have preserv'd Paul. There's time enough for that; Lest they desire, upon this push, to trouble Will wing me to some wither'd bough; and there Leon. No, no, Paulina; Live bless'd with blessing others.-My Polixenes,- My ill suspicion.-Come, our good Camillo, By us, a pair of kings.-And, my best queen, And son unto the king, by Heaven's directing Per. I am all shame, And ignorance itself, how to put on And yield a patch'd behaviour, That ill becomes this presence :—I shall learn, Unalter'd to my prince, my Florizel. Flo. Be still my queen of May, my shepherdess; Rule in my heart; my wishes be thy subjects, And harmless as thy sheep. Leon. Now, good Paulina, Lead us from hence; where we may leisurely We were dissever'd : Then thank the righteous gods, Who after tossing in a frightful storm, Guide us to port, and cheerful beams display, To gild the happy evening of our day. [Exeunt omnes. THE END. |