Knowing by Paulina, that the oracle

Gave hope thou wast in being,-have preserv'd
Myself to see the issue.

Paul. 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.

Leon. No, no, Paulina;

Live bless'd with blessing others.-My Polixenes,-
What? Look upon my brother:-both your pardons,
That e'er I put between your holy looks

My ill suspicion.-Come, our good Camillo,
Now pay thy duty here: thy worth and honesty
Are richly noted, and here justified

By us, a pair of kings.-And, my best queen,
Again I give you this your son-in-law,

And son unto the king, by Heaven's directing
Long troth-plight to our daughter.

Per. I am all shame,

And ignorance itself, how to put on
This novel garment of gentility;

And yield a patch'd behaviour,

That ill becomes this presence :—I shall learn,
I trust I shall, with meekness:—but I feel-
Ah, happy that I do!-a love, a heart,

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
Each one demand, and answer to his part
Perform'd in this wide gap of time, since first

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.

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