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And mar the seeds within —Lift up thy looks :-
From my 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 fathoms, will I break my oath
To this my fair belov'd : Therefore, I pray you,
As you have ever been my father's honour'd 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 vessel 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.- [Takes her aside. I’ll hear you by and by. [To CAMILLo.

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 sight 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

[4] It must be remembered that fancy in our author very often, as in this place, means love. JOHNSON.

. I leave out ceremony. [Going. 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 deserv'd : it is my father's music . To speak your deeds; not little of his care To have them recompens’d as thought on. Cam. Well, my lord, If you may please to think I lov'd the king; And, through him, what is nearest to him, which is Your gracious self; embrace but my direction, (If your more ponderous and settled project May suffer alteration,) on mine honour I’ll point you where you shall have such receiving As shall become your highness; where you may Enjoy your mistress; (from the whom, I see, There's no disjunction to be made, but by, As heavens forefend your ruin :) marry her; And (with my best endeavours, in your absence,) Your discontenting father strive to qualify, And bring him up to liking. 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. Have you thought on A place whereto you'll go? Flo. Not any yet: But as th’ 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. Cam. Then list to me: This follows, if you will not change your purpose, But undergo this flight;-make for Sicilia; And there present yourself, and your fair princess, For so, I see, 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 person: kisses the hands Of your fresh princess : o'er and o'er divides him

*Twixt his unkindness and his kindness; the 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
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:
The which shall point you forth at every sitting,
What you must say ; that he shall not perceive,
But that you have your father's bosom there,
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 yourselves
To unpath’d waters, undream'd shores; most 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 loath to be. Besides, you know,
Prosperity's the very bond of love;
Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together
A^liction alters.

Per. One of these is true :
I think, affliction may subdue the cheek,
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
I” th’ rear of birth.

Cam. I cannot say, 'tis pity
She lacks instructions; for she seems a mistress
To most that teach. -

Per. Your pardon, sir, for this;
Pll blush you thanks.

Flo. My prettiest Perdita.—
But, O, the thorns we stand upon l–Camillo, -

Preserver of my father, now of me; The medicin 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 fortunes Do all lie there : it shall be so my care To have you royally appointed, as if The scene you play, were mine. For instance, sir, That you may know you shall not want, one word. [They talk aside. Enter Autolycus. JAut. 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. -- [CAM. Flor, and PER. 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. Happy be you!

[5] A pomander was a little ball made of perfumes, and worn in the pocket or " about the neck, to prevent infection in times of plague. GREY.

[6] This alludes to beads often sold by the Romanists, as made particularly effica crous by the touch of some relic, J9HNSON.

All, that you speak, shews fair. Cam. Who have we here 7 [Seeing AutoLycus. —We'll make an instrument of this ; omit Nothing may give us aid. • .Aut. If they have overheard me now, why, hanging. [Aside. Cam. How now, good fellow 2 why shakest thou so Fear not, man; here’s no harm intended to thee. .slut. I am a poor fellow, sir. Cam. Why, be so still ; here's nobody will steal that from thee; yet for the outside of thy poverty, we must make an exchange ; therefore, discase thee instantly, thou must think, there's necessity in't, and change garments with this gentleman : Though the pennyworth, on his side, be the worst, yet hold thee, there's some boot.” ..out. I am a poor fellow, sir:—I know ye well enough. [Aside. Cam. Nay, pr’ythee, despatch : the gentleman is half flayed already. .slut. Are you in earnest, sir?—I smell the trick of it.— [..?side, Flo. Despatch, I pr’ythee. Jłut. Indeed, I have had earnest; but I cannot with conscience take it. Cam. Unbuckle, unbuckle. - [Flo. and AUT. exchange garments. —Fortunate mistress, let my prophecy Come home to you!—you must retire yourself Into some covert: take your sweetheart's hat, And pluck it o'er your brows; muffle your face; Dismantle you; and, as you can, disliken The truth of your own seeming; that you may, (For I do fear eyes over you,) to ship-boar' Get undescried. Per. I see, the play so lies, That I must bear a part. Cam. No remedy— - * Have you done there 2 Flo. Should I now meet my father, He would not call me son. Cam. Nay, you shall have no hat:— * * Come, lady, come.—Farewell, my friend.

‘7) i.e. something over and above, or, as we now say, something to boot. JoHN,

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