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I yield all this;
Let him know't.
Pr’ythee, let him.
No, he must not. Shep. Let him, my son; he shall not need to
grieve At knowing of thy choice. Flo.
Come, come, he must not :Mark our contráct. Pol.
Mark your divorce, young sir,
[Discovering himself. Whom son I dare not call; thou art too base To be acknowledg'd : Thou a scepter's heir, That thus affect'st a sheep-hook !—Thou old traitor, I am sorry, that, by hanging thee, I can but Shorten thy life one week.–And thou, fresh piece Of excellent witchcraft; who, of force, must know The royal fool thou cop'st with ; Shep.
O, my heart ! Pol. I'll have thy beauty scratch'd with briars,
and made More homely than thy state.-For thee, fond boy, If I may ever know, thou dost but sigh, That thou no more shalt see this knack, (as never I mean thou shalt,) we'll bar thee from succession ; Not hold thee of our blood, no not our kin, Far than Deucalion off ;-Mark thou my words; Follow us to the court.-Thou churl, for this
time, Though full of our displeasure, yet we free thee From the dead blow of it.--And you, enchant
ment,Worthy enough a herdsman; yea, him too,
That makes himself, but for our honour therein,
Even here undone!
Why, how now, father? Speak, ere thou diest. Shep.
I cannot speak, nor think, Nor dare to know that which I know.-0, sir,
(To FLORIZEL. You have undone a man of fourscore three. That thought to fill his grave in quiet; yea, To die upon the bed my father died, To lie close by his honest bones: but now Some hangman must put on my shroud, and lay me Where no priest shovels-in dust.–O cursed wretch!
[To Perdita. That knew'st this was the prince, and would'st ad
venture To mingle faith with him.-Undone! undone!
? I was not much afeard: &c.] The character is here finely sustained. To have made her quite astonished at the King's discovery of himself had not become her birth; and 10 have given her presence of mind to have made this reply to the King, had not become her education. WARBURTON.
If I might die within this hour, I have liv’d
- [Exit. Flo.
Why look you so upon me?
Gracious my lord,
I not purpose it.
Even he, my lord.
It cannot fail, but by
This is desperate, sir. '.
to my affectipe me, farnup thy looks:
' — and by my fancy :] It must be remembered that fancy in our author very often, as in this place, means love.
I needs must think it honesty. Camillo,
O, my lord,
Flo. • Hark, Perdita. — [Takes her aside. I'll hear you by and by.
[To CAMILLO. Сат.
Now, good Camillo,
Sir, I think,
Have you deserv'd: it is my father's musick,
Well, my lord,
Have you thought on
Not any yet:
Then list to me:
9 Your discontenting father strive to qualify,] Discontenting is in our author's language the same as discontented. | But as the unthought-on accident is guilty
To what we wildly do;] Guilty to, though it sounds harsh to our ears, was the phraseology of the time, or at least of Shakspeare; and this is one of those passages that should caution us not to disturb his text merely because the language appears different from that now in use. MALONE.