Florizel. 
                                She is,
When once she is my wife.

Leontes. 
That once, I see by your good father’s speed,
Will come on very slowly.  I am sorry,
Most sorry, you have broken from his liking,
Where you were tied in duty; and as sorry
Your choice is not so rich in worth as beauty,
That you might well enjoy her.

Florizel. 
                               Dear, look up: 
Though Fortune, visible an enemy,
Should chase us with my father, power no jot
Hath she to change our loves.—­Beseech you, sir,
Remember since you ow’d no more to time
Than I do now:  with thought of such affections,
Step forth mine advocate; at your request
My father will grant precious things as trifles.

Leontes. 
Would he do so, I’d beg your precious mistress,
Which he counts but a trifle.

Paulina. 
                              Sir, my liege,
Your eye hath too much youth in’t:  not a month
’Fore your queen died, she was more worth such gazes
Than what you look on now.

Leontes. 
                           I thought of her
Even in these looks I made.—­[To Florizel.] But your petition
Is yet unanswer’d.  I will to your father. 
Your honour not o’erthrown by your desires,
I am friend to them and you:  upon which errand
I now go toward him; therefore, follow me,
And mark what way I make.  Come, good my lord.

[Exeunt.]

Scene II.  The same.  Before the Palace.

[Enter autolycus and a Gentleman.]

Autolycus. 
Beseech you, sir, were you present at this relation?

First gentleman.  I was by at the opening of the fardel, heard the old shepherd deliver the manner how he found it:  whereupon, after a little amazedness, we were all commanded out of the chamber; only this, methought I heard the shepherd say he found the child.

Autolycus. 
I would most gladly know the issue of it.

First gentleman.  I make a broken delivery of the business; but the changes I perceived in the king and Camillo were very notes of admiration.  They seem’d almost, with staring on one another, to tear the cases of their eyes; there was speech in their dumbness, language in their very gesture; they looked as they had heard of a world ransomed, or one destroyed:  a notable passion of wonder appeared in them; but the wisest beholder, that knew no more but seeing could not say if the importance were joy or sorrow;—­but in the extremity of the one, it must needs be.  Here comes a gentleman that happily knows more.

[Enter a Gentleman.]

The news, Rogero?

Second gentleman.  Nothing but bonfires:  the oracle is fulfilled:  the king’s daughter is found:  such a deal of wonder is broken out within this hour that ballad-makers cannot be able to express it.  Here comes the Lady Paulina’s steward:  he can deliver you more.