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Unworthy thee; if ever, henceforth, thou
These rural latches to his entrance open,
Or hoope his body more with thy embraces,
I will devise a death as cruel for thee,
As thou art tender to it.
Per. Even here undone :
I was not much afraid ; for once or twice
I was about to fpeak, and tell him plainly,
The self-fame sun, that shines upon this court,
Hides not his visage from our cottage, but
Looks on alike. Wilt please you, Sir, be gone?
[To Florizel. I told you, what would come of this. 'Beseech you, Of your own state take care : this dream of mine, Being now awake, I'll queen it no inch farther, But milk my ewes, and weep:
Cam. Why, how now, father?
Speak, ere thou dieft.
Shep. I cannot speak, nor think,
Nor dare to know That which I know. O Sir,
[To Florizel. You have undone a man of fourscore three, That thought to fill his grave
in quiet ; yeag
To die upon the bed my father dy'd,
To lye clofe by his honest bones ; but now
Some hangman must put on my throwd, and lay me
Where no priest shovels in duft. O cursed wretch !
[To Perdita. That knew'ft, This was the Prince; and would'st ad.
To mingle faith with him. Undone, undone !
If I might die within this hour, I have liv'd
To die when I desire.
Fl. Why look you so upon me?
I am but forry, not afraid ; delay'd,
But nothing alter'd : what I was, I am ;
More ftraining on, for placking back; not following
My leash onwillingly.
Cam. Gracious my Lord,
You know your father's temper : at this time
He will allow no speech, (which I do guess,
You do not purpose to him ;) and as hardly
Will he endure your fight, as yet I fear ;
Then, 'till the fury of his Highness settle,
Come not before him.
Flo. I not purpose it.
I think, Camillo
Cam. Even he, my
Per. How often have I told you, 'twould be thus ?
How often said, my dignity would last
But 'till 'twere known?
Flo. It cannot fail, but by
The violation of my faith, and then
Let nature crush the sides o'th' earth together,
And mar the seeds within ! -Lift up thy looks !
succession wipe me, father, I Am heir to my affection.
Cam. Be advis'd.
Flo. I am ; and by my fancy ; if my reason
Will thereto be obedient, I have reason ;
If not, my senses, better pleas'd with madness,
Do bid it welcome.
Cam. This is desperate, Sir.
Flo. So call it ; but it does fulfil my vow ;
I needs must think it honesty. Camillo,
Not for Bohemia, nor the pomp that may
Be thereat glean'd ; for all the sun sees, or
The close earth wombs, or the profound seas hide
In unknown fadoms, will I break my oath
To this my fair belov'd: therefore, ! pray you,
As you have ever been my father's friend,
When he shall miss me, (as, in faith, I mean not
To see him any more) cast your good counsels
Upon his passion ; let myself and fortune
Tug for the time to come. This you may know,
And so deliver, I am put to sea
With her, whom here I cannot hold on shore ;
And, most opportune to our need, I have
A vefsel rides fast by, but not prepar'd
For this design. What course I mean to hold
Shall nothing benefit your knowledge, nor
Concern me the reporting.
Cam. O my lord,
I would your spirit were easier for advice,
Or stronger for your need.
Flo. Hark, Perdita-
I'll hear you by and by.
Cam. He's irremovable,
Resolv'd for flight: now were I happy, if
His going I could frame to serve my turn ;
Save him from danger, do him love and honour ;
Purchase the fight again of dear Sicilia,
And that unhappy King, my master, whom
I so much thirst to see.
Flo. Now, good Camillo ;
I am so fraught with curious business, that
I leave out ceremony:
Cam. Sir, I think,
You have heard of my poor services, i'th' love
That I have borne your father?
Flo. Very nobly
Have you deservd: it is my father's musick
To speak your deeds, not little of his care
To have them recompenc'd, as thought on.
Cam. Well, my lord,
If you may please to think I love the King,
And through him, what's nearest to him, which is
Your gracious self, embrace but my
(If your more ponderous and settled project
May suffer alteration) on mine honour,
I'll point you where you shall have such receiving
As Thall become your highness, where you may
Enjoy your mistress; from the whom, í fee,
There's no disjunction to be made, but by
(As, heav'ns forefend !) your ruin. Marry her,
And with my best endeavours, in your absence,
Your discontented father I'll strive to qualifie,
And bring him up to liking.
Flo. How, Camillo,
May this, almost a miracle, be done?
may call thee something more than man, And after That trust to thee?
Cam. Have you thought on
A place whereto you'll go ?
Fle. Not any yet :
But as th’unthought-on accident is guilty
Of what we wildly do, so we profess
Our selves 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 purpołe,
But undergo this fight, make for Sicilia ;
And there present your self, and your fair Princess
(For so, I fee, she must be) 'fore Leontes ;
She shall be habited, as it becomes
The partner of your bed. Methinks, I see
Leontes opening his free arms, and weeping
His welcomes forth; asks thee, the son, forgiveness,
As 'twere i'th' father's perfon ; kisses the hands
Of your fresh Princess ; o'er and o'er divides him, : 'Twixt his unkindness, and his kindness: th' one
He chides to hell, and bids the other grow
Faster than thought or time.
Flo. Worthy Camillo,
What colour for my visitation shall I
Cam. Sent by the King your father
To greet him, and to give him comforts. Sir,
3. The manner of your Bearing towards him, with
What you, as from your father, shall deliver,
Things known betwixt us three, I'll write you down ;(15)
The which shall point you forth at every fitting,
What you must say; that he shall not perceive,
But that you have your father's bosom there,
(18) Things known betwixt us three I'll write you down,
The which shall 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 ventur'd to corre& the Text, means, ev'ry convenient Opportunity: every Jun&use, when it is fit to speak of such, or such, a Point.
And speak his very heart.
Flo. I am bound to you: There is some sap in this.
Cam. A course more promising
Than a wild dedication of your lelves
To unpath'd waters, undream'd fhores; moft certain,
To miseries enough : no hope to help you,
But as you shake off one, to take another :
Nothing so certain as your anchors, who
Do their best office, if they can but stay you
Where you'll be loth to be : besides, you know,
Prosperity's the very bond of love,
Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together
A Miction alters.
Per. One of these is true :
I think, affliction may subdue the cheek,
But not take in the mind.
Cam. Yea, say you fo?
There shall not at your father's house, these seven
Be born another such.
Flo. My good Camillo,
She is as forward of her Breeding, as
She is i'th' rear o our birth.
Cam. I cannot say, 'tis Pity
She lacks inftructions, for she seems a mistress
To most that teach.
Per. Your pardon, Sir, for this :
I'll blush you thanks.
Flo. My prettiest Perdita
But, oh, the thorns we stand upon! Camillo,
Preserver of my father, now of me;
The medicine of our House ! how shall we do?
We are not furnish'd like Bohemia's son,
Nor shall appear in Sicily -
Cam. My lord,
Fear none of this: I think, you know, my
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,