If I might die within this hour, I have liv'd To die when I defire. [Exit. SCENE FLO. Why look you so upon me? I am but forry, not afraid; delay'd, But nothing alter'd: what I was, I am; More straining on, for plucking back; not following My leash unwillingly. CAM. Gracious my lord, You know your father's temper: at this time 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 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 fides o'th' earth together, And mar the feeds within-Lift up thy looks!- Am heir to my affection. CAM. Be advis'd. FLO. I am; and by my fancy; if my reason Do bid it welcome. CAM. This is defperate, Sir. FLO. So call it; but it does fulfil my vow; With her, whom here I cannot hold on fhore; 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 irremoveable, [To Camillo Refolv'd for flight: now were I happy, if I fo much thirst to fee. FLO. Now, good Camillo I am fo fraught with curious business, that I leave out ceremony. CAM. Sir, I think, You have heard of my poor fervices, i'th' love FLO. Very nobly Have you deserv'd: it is my father's mufick If you may please to think I love the king, And through him, what's nearest to him, which is I'll point you where you shall have fuch receiving (As heav'ns forfend!) your ruin. Marry her, FLO. How, Camillo, May this, almoft a miracle, be done? 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? FLO. Not any yet; [Afide But as th' unthought-on accident is guilty Of what we wildly do, fo we profess Ourselves to be the slaves of chance, and flies Of every wind that blows. CAM. Then lift to me. This follows. If you will not change your purpose, The partner of your bed. Methinks, I fee His welcomes forth; afks thee, the fon, forgiveness, FLO. Worthy Camillo, What colour for my visitation shall I CCM. Sent by the king your father To greet him, and to give him comforts, fir. FLO. I am bound to you: CAM. A course more promising Than a wild dedication of yourselves To unpath'd waters, undream'd fhores; most certain Do their best office, if they can but stay you Where you'll be loth to be. Befides, you know, Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together 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 shall not at your father's house, these seven years, Be born another fuch. FLO. My good Camillo, She is as forward of her breeding, She is i'th' rear of birth. CAM. I cannot fay, 'tis pity .as She lacks instructions, for she seems a mistress To most that teach. PER. Your pardon, fir, for this: I'll blufh you thanks. FLO. My prettiest Perdita But, oh, the thorns we stand 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, CAM. My lord, VOL. II. N 2 2 |