From the dead blow of it.-And you, enchantment,- Per. [Exit. Even here undone! I was not much afeard: for once, or twice, I was about to speak, and tell him plainly, The self-same sun, that shines upon his court, Hides not his visage from our cottage, but Looks on alike.-Will't 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 further, But milk my ewes, and weep. Cam. Speak ere thou diest. Why, how now, father! Shep. [To FLORIZEL. You have undone a man of fourscore three, [To PERDITA. Flo. [Exit. Why look you so upon me? But nothing altered! What I was, I am; Cam. Gracious my lord, You know your father's temper. At this time L Then, till the fury of his highness settle, Come not before him. Flo. I think, Camillo. Cam. I not purpose it. Even he, my lord. 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' the earth together, Am heir to my affection. Cam. Be advised. Flo. I am; and by my fancy: if my reason If not, my senses, better pleased with madness, Cam. This is desperate, sir. With her whom here I cannot hold on shore; Cam. O, my lord, I would your spirit were easier for advice, Flo. I'll hear you by-and-by. Cam. Hark, Perdita.-[Takes her aside. He's irremovable; Resolved for flight Now were I happy, if [To CAMILLO. His going I could frame to serve my turn; And that unhappy king, my master, whom Flo. Now, good Camillo, I am so fraught with curious business, that You have heard of my poor services, i' the love Flo. Very nobly Have you deserved. It is my father's music To speak your deeds; not little of his care To have them recompensed as thought on. Cam. [Going. Well, my lord, If you may please to think I love the king; I'll point you where you shall have such receiving Flo. How, Camillo, May this, almost a miracle, be done? That I may call thee something more than man, And, after that, trust to thee. Cam. A place, whereto you'll go? Flo. Have you thought on Not any yet. But as the unthought-on accident is guilty To what we wildly do, so we profess Ourselves to be the slaves of chance, and flies Of every wind that blows. Then list to me. Cam. And there present yourself, and your fair princess, The partner of your bed. Methinks I see Flo. Worthy Camillo, Cam. Flo. There is some sap in this. Cam. I am bound to you. A course more promising Than a wild dedication of yourselves To unpathed waters, undreamed shores; most certain, But as you shake off one, to take another: Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together Per. One of these is true. But not take in the mind. Cam. Yea, say you so? There shall not, at your father's house, these seven years, Be born another such. Flo. My good Camillo, She is as forward of her breeding, as She is i the rear of birth. Cam. I cannot say, 'tis pity She lacks instructions; for she seems a mistress To most that teach. Per. I'll blush you thanks. Your pardon, sir, for this; Flo. My prettiest Perdita. But, O the thorns we stand upon. Camillo, The medicine of our house!-how shall we do? Nor shall appear in Sicilia Cam. My lord, Fear none of this. I think you know my fortunes Enter AUTOLYCUS. Aut. Ha, ha! what a fool honesty is! And trust, his sworn brother, a very simple gentleman! I have sold all my trumpery; not a counterfeit stone, not a riband, glass, pomander, brooch, table-book, ballad, knife, tape, glove, shoe-tie, bracelet, horn-ring, to keep my pack from fasting; they throng who should buy first; as if my trinkets had been hallowed, and brought a benediction to the buyer; by which means, I saw whose purse was best in picture; and what I saw, to my good use, I remembered. My clown (who wants but something to be a reasonable man) grew so in love with the wenches' song, that he would not stir his pettitoes, till he had both tune and words, which so drew the rest of the herd to me, that all their other senses stuck in ears. You might have pinched a placket, it was senseless; '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 song, and admiring the nothing of it. So that, in this time of lethargy, I picked and cut most of their festival purses; and had not the old man come in with a whoobub against his daughter and the king's son, and scared my choughs from the chaff, I had not left a purse alive in the whole army. [CAMILLO, FLORIZEL, and PERDITA come forward. Cam. Nay, but my letters by this means being there So soon as you arrive, shall clear that doubt. Flo. And those that you'll procure from king Leontes Cam. Shall satisfy your father. Per. All that you speak, shows fair. Happy be you! |