Shall nothing benefit your knowledge, nor
Concern me the reporting.

Cam. O my lord,

I would your fpirit were eafier for advice,
Or ftronger for your need.

Flo. Hark, Perdita

I'll hear you by and by.

Cam. He's irremovable,

Refolv'd for flight: now were I happy, if
His going I could frame to ferve my turn;

[To Cam

Save him from danger, do him love and honour;
Purchase the fight again of dear Sicilia,

And that unhappy King, my mafter, whom
I fo much thirft to fee.

Fle. Now, good Camille;

I am fo fraught with curious bufinefs, that
I leave out ceremony.

Cam. Sir, I think,

You have heard of my poor fervices, i'th' love
That I have borne your father?

Flo. Very nobly

Have you deferv'd: it is my father's mufick
To speak your deeds, not little of his care>>
To have them recompenc'd, as thought on.
Cam. Well, my lord,

If you may pleafe to think I love the King,
And through him, what's nearest to him, which is
Your gracious felf, embrace but my direction ;
(If your more ponderous and fettled project
May fuffer alteration,) on mine honour,

I'll point you where you fhall have fuch receiving
As fhall become your highness, where you may
Enjoy your miftrefs; from the whom, I fee,
There's no disjunction to be made, but by
As, heav'ns forfend! your ruin, Marry her,
And with my best endeavours, in your abfence,
Your discontented father I'll strive to qualific,
And bring him up to liking.

Flo. How, Camillo,

May this, almost a miracle, be done?

[Afide

That

That I may call thee something more than man,
And after That truft to thee?

Cam. Have you thought on

A place whereto you'll go?
Flo. Not any yet?

But as th'unthought-on accident is guilty
Of what we wildly do, fo we profess

Our felves to be the flaves of chance, and flies
Of every wind that blows.

Cam. Then lift to me:

This follows, if you will not change your purpose,
But undergo this flight, make for Sicilia;
And there present your felf, and your fair Princess
(For fo, I fee, fhe muft be) 'fore Leontes;
She shall be habited, as it becomes

The partner of your bed. Methinks, I fee
Leontes opening his free arms, and weeping
His welcomes forth; asks thee, the fon, forgiveness,
As 'twere i'th' father's perfon; kiffes the hands
Of your fresh Princefs; o'er and o'er divides him,
'Twixt his unkindness, and his kindness; th' one
He chides to hell, and bids the other grow
Fafter than thought of time.

Flo. Worthy Camillo,

What colour for my vifitation shall I
Hold up before him?

Cam. Sent by the King your father

To greet him, and to give him comforts. Sir,
The manner of your Bearing towards him, with
What you, as from your father, fhall deliver,

Things known betwixt us three, I'll write you down; (15)
The which fhall point you forth at every fitting,
What you muft fay; that he fhall not perceive,
But that you have your father's bosom there,

(15) Things known betwixt us three I'll write you down,

The which fhall point you forth at ev'ry fitting, What you must say ;-) Every Sitting, methinks, gives but a very poor Idea. Every fitting, as I have ventured to correct the Text, means, ev'ry convenient Opportunity: Juncture, when it is fir to fpeak of fuch, or fuch, a Point.

every

And

And fpeak his very heart.

Flo. I am bound to you: There is fome fap in this...

Cam. A courfe more promifing
Than a wild dedication of your felves

To unpath'd waters, undream'd shores; most certain,
To miferies enough; no hope to help you,
But as eu thake off one, to take another:
Nothing to certain as your anchors, who
Do their best office, if they can but stay you
Where you'll be loth to be: befides, you know,
Profperity's the very bond of love,

Whofe fresh complexion and whose heart together
Affliction alters.

Per. One of these is true:

I think, affliction may fubdue the check,

But not take in the mind.

Cam. Yea, fay you fo?

There fhall not at your father's houfe, thefe, feren

years, Be born another fuch.

Flo. My good Camillo,

She is as forward of her Breeding, as

She is i'th' rear o' our birth.

Cam. I cannot fay, 'tis Pity

She lacks inftructions, for the feems a mistress
To moft that teach.

Per. Your pardon, Sir, for this:

I'll blush you thanks.

Flo. My prettieft Perdita

But, oh, the thorns we ftand upon! Camillo,

Preferver of my father, now of me;

1

The medicine of our House! how shall we do?

We are not furnish'd like Bohemia's fon,

Nor fhall appear in Sicily

Cam. My lord,

Fear none of this: I think, you know, my fortunes
Do all lye there: it shall be so my care

To have you royally appointed, as if

The Scene, you play, were mine. For instance, Sir,

That

That you may know you fhall not want; one word.— [They talk afide.

Enter Autolicus.

Aut. Ha, ha, what a fool Honefty is! and Truft, his fworn brother, a very fimple gentleman! I have fold all my trumpery; not a counterfeit stone, not a ribbon, glafs, pomander, browch, table-book, ballad, knife, tape, glove, fhoe-tye, bracelet, horn-ring to keep my Pack from fafting: they throng who should buy firft, as if my trinkets had been hallowed, and brought a benediction to the buyer: by which means, I faw whose purfe was beft in picture; and what I faw, to my good. ufe, I remember'd. My good Clown (who wants but fomething to be a reasonable man) grew fo in love with the wenches fong, that he would not ftir his pet. titoes 'till he had both tune and words; which fo drew the reft of the herd to me, that all their other senses ftuck in ears; you might have pinch'd a placket, it was fenfelefs; 'twas nothing to geld a codpiece of a purse; I would have filed keys off, that hung in chains: no hearing, no feeling, but my Sir's fong, and admiring the nothing of it. So that in this time of lethargy, I pick'd and cut most of their festival purses; and had not the old man come in with a whoo-bub against his daughter and the King's fon, and fear'd my choughs from the chaff, I had not left a purfe alive in the whole army.

[Camillo, Flor. and Per. come forward. Cam, Nay; but my letters by this means being there,

So foon as you arrive, shall clear that Doubt.

Flor. And thofe that you'll procure from King Leontes

Cam. Shall fatisfie your

Per. Happy be you!

father.

All that you speak fhews fair.

Cam. Who have we here?

We'll make an inftrument of this; omit

Nothing may give us aid.

[Seeing Autol.

Aut.

Aut. If they have over-heard me now: why, hanging

Cam. How now, good fellow, Why fhak'ft thou fo? fear not, man, Here's no harm intended to thee.

Aut. I am a poor fellow, Sir.

[Afide

Cam. Why, be fo ftill; here's no body will fteal That from thee; yet for the outfide of thy poverty, we must make an exchange; therefore difcafe thee inftantly (thou must think, there's neceffity in't) and change garments with this gentleman: tho' the pennyworth, on his fide, be the worst, yet hold thee, there's fome boot.

Aut. I am a poor fellow, Sir; (I know ye well enough.)

Cam. Nay, pr'ythee, dispatch: the gentleman is half flead already.

Aut. Are you in earneft, Sir? (I fmell the trick on't.).

Flo. Difpatch, I pr'ythee.

Aut. Indeed, I have had Earneft, but I cannot with confcience take it.

Cam. Unbuckle, unbuckle.

Fortunate miftrefs! (let my prophecy

Come home to ye,) you must retire yourself
Into fome covert; take your sweet-heart's hat,
And pluck it o'er your brows; muffle your face,
Dismantle you; and, as you can, disliken
The truth of their own Seeming; that you may
(For I do fear eyes over you) to fhip-board
Get undefcry'd.

Per. I fee, the Play fo lyes,
That I must bear a Part.

Cam. No remedy

Have you done there?

Flo. Should I now meet my father,

He would not call me fon.

Cam. Nay, you shall have no hat :

Come, lady, come: farewel, my friend.
Aut. Adieu, Sir.

Fle.