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But fair "posterity) should hold some counsel
Flo. I yield all this;
Pol. Let him know't.
Shep. Let him, my son; he shall not need to grieve
Flo. Come, come, he must not. Mark your
contract. 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 traytor, I'm 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 thée, fond boy, If I may ever know thou dost but figh That thou no more shalt see this knack, as never I mean thou shalt, we'll bar thee from succesfion; 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, Tho'full of our displeasure, yet we free thee
From the dead blow of it. And you, enchantment,
E NE VIII. PER. Even here, undone : I was not much afraid; for once or twice I was about to speak, and tell him plainly, The self-fame sun, that shines upon his court, Hides not his visage from our cottage, but Looks on alike. Wilt please you, sir, begone ? (To Floriz. 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.
Ćam. Why, how now, father? Speak, ere thou dieft.
SHEP, I cannot speak, nor think, Nor dare I know that which I know. O fir, [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 lie clase by his honest bones; but now Some hangman must put on my shrowd, and lay me Where no priest shovels in dust. O cursed wretch! (To Perd. That knew'st this was the prince; and would'st adventure To mingle faith with him. Undone, undone !
If I might die within this hour, I have liv'd
[Exit. SCE N E IX.
Cam. Gracious my lord,
Flo. I not purpose it.
Cam. Even he, my lord.
Per. How often have I told you, 'twould be thus ?
Flo. It cannot fail, but by
CAM. Be advis'd.
Flo. I am; and by my fancy; if my reason
Do bid it welcome.
Cam. This is desperate, Sir.
Flo. So call it; but it does fulfil my vow;
you have ever been my father's friend,
Cam. O my lord,
Flo. Hark, Perdita-
[To Camillo Cam. He's irremoveable, Resolv'd for fight: 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
CAM. Sir, I think,
Flo. Very nobly
Cam. Well, my lord,
Flo. How, Camillo,
Cam. Have you thought on
Flo. Not any yet ;