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The father, (all whose joy is nothing else
I yield all this;
Let him know't.
Pr’ythee, let him.
No, he must not.
Come, come, he must not :Mark our contráct. 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 traitor, I am 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.
0, my heart ! Pol. I'll have thy beauty scratch'd with briars, and
made More homely than thy state. For thee, fond boy,– If I may ever know, thou dost but sigh, That thou no more shalt see f this knack, (as never I mean thou shalt,) we'll bar thee from succession ; 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, Though full of our displeasure, yet we free thee From the dead blow of it.—And you, enchantment,
+ Mr. Malonc reads, “shalt never see.”
Worthy enough a herdsman ; yea, him too,
Even here undone!
Why, how now, father? Speak, ere thou diest.
I cannot speak, nor think, Nor dare to know that which I know.—0, 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 died, To lie close by his honest bones: but now Some hangman must put on my shroud, and lay me Where no priest shovels-in dust.–O cursed wretch!
[To PERDITA. That knew'st this was the prince, and would'st ad
venture To mingle faith with him.-Undone! undone!
7 I was not much afeard : &c.] The character is here finely sustained. To have made her quite astonished at the king's discovery of himself had not become her birth ; and to have given her presence of mind to have made this reply to the king, had not become her education. WARBURTON.
If I might die within this hour, I have liv'd
Gracious my lord,
I not purpose it.
Even he, my lord.
It cannot fail, but by
This is desperate, sir.
8 — and by my fancy :) It must be remembered that fancy in our author very often, as in this place, means love.
Not for Bohemia, nor the pomp that may
O, my lord,
Hark, Perdita.— [Takes her aside. I'll hear you by and by.
[To CAMILLO Cam.
Now, good Camillo,
Sir, I think,
To speak your deeds; not little of his care
Well, my lord,
Have you thought on
Not any yet:
Then list to me:
9 Your discontenting father strive to qualify,] Discontenting is in our author's language the same as discontented.
But as the unthought-on accident is guilty
To what we wildly do ;] Guilty to, though it sounds harsh to our ears, was the phraseology of the time, or at least of Shakspeare ; and this is one of those passages that should caution us not to disturb his text merely because the language appears different from that now in use. MALONE.