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Unworthy thee; if ever, henceforth, thou
Thefe rural latches to his entrance open,
Or hoope his body more with thy embraces,
I will devife a death as cruel for thee,
As thou art tender to it.

Per. Even here undone :

[Exit.

I was not much afraid; for once or twice
I was about to fpeak, and tell him plainly,
The felf-fame fun, that fhines upon this court,
Hides not his vifage from our cottage, but
Looks on alike. Wilt please you, Sir, be gone?
[To Florizel.
I told you, what would come of this. 'Befeech you,
Of your own ftate 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 diest.

Shep. I cannot fpeak, 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; yea,.
To die upon the bed my father dy'd,
To lye clofe by his honeft bones; but now
Some hangman muft put on my fhrowd, and lay me
Where no priest shovels in duft. O curfed wretch!
[To Perdita.
That knew'ft, This was the Prince; and would'st ad-

venture

To mingle faith with him. Undone, undone!

If I might die within this hour, I have liv'd

To die when I defire.

Flo. Why look you fo upon me?

I am but forry, not afraid; delay'd,

But nothing alter'd: what I was, I am;

[Exit.

More ftraining on, for plucking back; not following
My leafh unwillingly.

Cam. Gracious my Lord,

You know your father's temper: at this time

He

He will allow no fpeech, (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 Lord.

Per. How often have I told you, 'twould be thus ? How often faid, 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 fides o'th' earth together,
And mar the feeds within!-Lift up thy looks!
From my fucceffion 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 reafon ;

If not, my fenfes, better pleas'd with madness,
Do bid it welcome.

Cam. This is defperate, Sir.

Flo. So call it; but it does fulfil my vow;
I needs must think it honefty. Camillo,
Not for Bohemia, nor the pomp
that may
Be thereat glean'd; for all the fun fees, or
The close earth wombs, or the profound feas hide
In unknown fadoms, will I break my oath
To this my fair belov'd: therefore, I pray you,
As you have ever been my father's friend,
When he shall mifs me, (as, in faith, I mean not
To fee him any more) caft your good counfels
Upon his paffion; let myself and fortune

Tug for the time to come. This you may know,
And fo deliver, I am put to fea

With her, whom here I cannot hold on shore ;
And, moft opportune to our need, I have
A veffel rides faft by, but not prepar'd
For this defign. What courfe I mean to hold

Shall

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

Cam. O my lord,

I would your spirit were easier 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 thirst to fee.

Flo. Now, good Camillo;

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 please 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 shall have fuch receiving
As fhall become your highnefs, where you may
Enjoy your mistrefs; from the whom, I fee,
There's no disjunction to be made, but by
(As, heav'ns forefend!) your ruin. Marry her,
And with my beft endeavours, in your abfence,
Your discontented father I'll ftrive to qualifie,
And bring him up to liking.

Flo. How, Camillo,

May this, almost a miracle, be done?

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That

That I

may call thee fomething more than man,

And after That truft 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, 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, she must be) 'fore Leontes;
She fhall 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 or 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, shall 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 bofom there,

(15) 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 correat the Text, means, ev'ry convenient Opportunity: every Juncture, when it is fit to speak of such, or such, a Point.

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 fhores; moft certain,
To miferies enough: no hope to help you,
But as you shake off one, to take another:
Nothing fo 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 cheek,
But not take in the mind.

Cam: Yea, fay you fo?

There fhall not at your father's house, these feven

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 instructions, for fhe seems 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;

The medicine of our Houfe! how fhall 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

Do all lye there: it shall be so my care

To have you royally appointed, as if

fortunes

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

That

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