This follows. If you will not change your purpofe,
But undergo this flight, make for Sicilia;
And there prefent yourfelf, and your fair Princess
For fo, I fee, fhe muft be, 'fore Leontes.
She shall be habited, as it becomes

The partner of your bed. Methinks, I fee
Leontes opening his free arms, and weeping
His welcomes forth; asks thee, the fon, forgiveness,
As 'twere 'ith' father's perfon; kiffes the hands
Of your fresh Princefs; o'er and o'er divides him,
"Twixt his unkindness, and his kindnefs: th' one
He chides to hell, and bids the other grow
Fafter than thought or time.

Flo. Worthy Camillo,

What colour for my vifitation fhall 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, fhall deliver,
Things known betwixt us three, I'll write you down3 {
The which fhall point you forth at ev'ry fitting,
What you must fay; that he fhall not perceive,
But that you have your father's bofom there,
And fpeak his very heart.

Flo. I am bound to you:
There is fome fap in this.

3 Things known betwixt us three I'll write you down, The which shall point you forth at ev'ry fitting, What you must fay-] Every Sitting, methinks, gives but a very poor Idea. Every fitting, as I have ventur'd to correct the Text, means, every convenient Opportunity every Juncture, when it is fit to fpeak of fuch, or fuch, a Point. THEOBALD. The which shall point you forth

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at every fitting,] Every fitting, fays Mr. Theobald, methinks, gives us but a very poor idea. But a poor idea is better than none; which it comes to, when he has alter'd it to every fitting. The truth is, the common reading is. very expreffive; and means, at every audience you shall have of) the King and Council. The Council-days being, in our author's time, called, in common fpeech, the Sittings. WARBURT.

Cam.

Cam. A courfe more promising

Than a wild dedication of yourfelves

To unpath'd waters, undream'd fhores; moft certain
To miferies enough: no hope to help you,
But as you shake off one, to take another:
Nothing fo certain as your anchors, who
Do their best office, if they can but stay you
Where you'll be loth to be. Befides, you know,
Profperity's the very bond of love,

Whose fresh complexion and whofe heart together
Affliction alters.

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 fhall not at your father's houfe, thefe feven years, Be born another fuch.

Flo. My good Camillo,

She is as forward of her Breeding, as

She is i'th' rear of birth.

Cam. I cannot fay, 'tis Pity

She lacks inftructions, for the feems a mistress

To moft that teach.

Per. Your pardon, Sir, for this:

I'll blush you thanks.

Flo. My prettiest Perdita

But, oh, the thorns we ftand upon! Camille,

Preferver of my father, now of me;

The medicine of our Houfe! how shall we do?

We are not furnish'd like Bohemia's fon,

Nor fhall appear in Sicily

Cam. My Lord,

Fear none of this: I think, you know, my fortunes
Do all lie there; it fhall be fo 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 afide.

SCENE

SCENE X.
Enter Autolycus.

Aut. Ha, ha, what a fool Honesty is! and Trust, his fworn brother, a very fimple gentleman! I have fold all my trumpery; not a counterfeit ftone, not a ribbon, glass, pomander, browch, table-hook, ballad, knife, tape, glove, fhoe-tye, bracelet, horn-ring, to keep my Pack from fafting: they throng who fhould buy firft, as if my trinkets had been hallowed, and brought a benediction to the buyer; by which means, I faw whofe purse was beft in picture; and what I faw, to my good ufe, I remember'd. My good Clown, who wants but fomething to be a reasonable man, grew fo in love with the wenches' fong, that he would not ftir his pettitoes 'till he had both tune and words; which fo drew the reft of the herd to me, that all their other fenfes ftuck in ears; you might have pinch'd a placket, it was fenfelefs; 'twas nothing to geld a codpiece of a purfe; I would have filed keys off, that hung in chains: no hearing, no feeling, but my Sir's fong, and admiring the nothing of it. So that in this time of lethargy, I pick'd and cut moft of their festival purfes: and had not the old man come in with a whoo-bub against his daughter and the King's fon, and fear'd my choughs from the chaff, I had not left a purfe alive in the whole army.

[Camillo, Florizel and Perdita come forward. Cam. Nay; but my letters by this means being there, So foon as you arrive, fhall clear that Doubt. Flo. And thofe that you'll procure from King Leontes

Cam. Shall fatisfy your father.

Per. Happy be you!

All that you speak fhews fair.
Cam. Who have we here?

*This alludes to beads often fold by the Romaniits, as made

[Seeing Autolycus.

particularly efficacious by the touch of fome relick.

We'll make an instrument of this; omit

Nothing may give us aid.

ing.

Aut. If they have over-heard me now,-why hang

Cam. How now, good fellow,

Why fhak'st thou fo? fear not, man,
Here's no harm intended to thee.
Aut. I am a poor fellow, Sir.

[Afide.

Cam. Why, be fo ftill; here's no body will steal that from thee; yet for the outfide of thy poverty, we must make an exchange: therefore difcafe thee instantly, thou must think, there's neceffity in't, and change garments with this gentleman: tho' the pennyworth, on his fide, be the worst, yet hold thee, there's fome * boot.

Aut. I am a poor fellow, Sir;-I know ye well enough. [Afide. Cam. Nay, pr'ythee, difpatch: the gentleman is half flead already.

Aut. Are you in earneft, Sir?-I fmell the trick on't.

Flo. Difpatch, I pr'ythee.

[Afide.

Aut. Indeed, I have had Earneft, but I cannot with confcience take it.

Cam. Unbuckle, unbuckle.

Fortunate Miftrefs!-let my Prophecy

Come home to ye,-you must retire yourself
Into fome covert; take your fweet-heart's hat,
And pluck it o'er your brows; muffle your face,
Difmantle you; and, as you can, disliken
The truth of your own Seeming; that you may,
For I do fear eyes over you, to fhip-board

Get undefcry'd.

Per. I fee, the Play fo lies,

That I must bear a Part.

Cam. No remedy

* Boot, that is, fomething over and above, or, as we now say,

fomething to boot. VOL. II.

Have you done there?

Flo. Should I now meet my father, He would not call me fon.

Cam. Nay, you fhall have no hat: Come, Lady, come.-Farewel, my friend. Aut. Adieu, Sir.

Flo. O Perdita, what have we twain forgot? Pray you, a word.

Cam. What I do next, fhall be to tell the King

Of this Escape, and whither they are bound:
Wherein my hope is, I fhall fo prevail

To force him after; in whofe company

I fhall review Sicilia; for whofe fight

ま

I have a woman's Longing.

Flo. Fortune speed us!

Thus we fet on, Camillo, to th' fea-fide.

[Afide.

[Exit. Flor. with Per.

Cam. The fwifter fpeed, the better.

SCENE XI.

[Exit.

Aut. I understand the business, I hear it: to have an open car, a quick eye, and a nimble hand, is neceffary for a cut-purfe; a good nofe is requifite also, to fmell out work for th' other fenfes. I fee, this is the time that the unjust man doth thrive. What an exchange had this been, without boot? what a boot is here, with this exchange? fure, the Gods do this year connive at us, and we may do any thing extempore. The Prince himself is about a piece of iniquity; ftealing away from his father, with his clog at his heels. If I thought it were not a piece of honesty to acquaint the King withal, I would do't*; I hold it the more knavery to conceal it; and therein am I conftant to my Profeffion.

4 This is the reading of Sir T. Hanmer, instead of if I thought at were a piece of honefty to ac

quaint the King withal, I'd not do it.

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