More homely than thy ftate. For thee, fond boy, That thou no more fhalt fee this knack, (as never SCENE VIII. Per. Even here undone : I was not much afraid, for once or twice [Exit. Looks on alike. Will't pleafe you, Sir, be gone? [To FIO, Being now awake, I'll queen it no inch farther, But milk my ewes, and weep. Cam. Why, how now, father? Speak ere thou dieft. Shep. I cannot fpeak, nor think, Nor dare to know that which I know. O Sir, [To Flo. You have undone a man of fourfcore three, That thought to fill his grave in quiet; yea, To die upon the bed my father dy'd, To lye close by his honeft bones; but now Some hangman muft put on my throud, and lay me [To Perdita. That knew'ft this was the Prince, and would't adventure To mingle faith with him. Undone, undone! If [Exit. If I might die within this hour, I have liv'd To die when I defire. SCENE IX. Flo. Why look you fo upon me? More ftraining on for plucking back; not following 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 ? Flo. It cannot fail but by The violation of my faith, and then Let nature crufh the fides o'th' earth together, Am heir to my affection. Cam. Be advis'd. Flo. I am? and by my fancy: if my reason Cam. This is defperate, Sir. Flo. So call it; but it does fulfil my vow ; As As you have ever been my father's friend, Tug for the time to come. This you may know With her, whom here I cannot hold on shore ; Cam. O my Lord, I would your fpirit were easier for advice, Or ftronger for your need. Flo. Hark, Perdita. I'll hear you by and by. Cam. He's irremoveable, Refolv'd for flight: now were I happy, if And that unhappy King, my mafter, whom Flo. Now, good Camillo I am fo fraught with curious bufiness, that I leave out ceremony. Cam. Sir, I think You have heard of my poor fervices, i'th' love That I have born your father. Flo. Very nobly Have you deferv'd: it is my father's mufick To fpeak your deeds, not little of his care [To Cam. If you may pleafe to think I love the King, If your more ponderous and fettled project VOL. IV. G [Afide I'll point you where you fhall have fuch receiving To qualifie and brink him up to liking. May this, almost a miracle, be done? That I may call thee fomething more than man, Cam. Have you thought on But as th' unthought-on accident is guilty Cam. Then lift to me: This follows, if you will not change your purpose, And there prefent your felf, and your fair Princess The partner of your bed. Methinks I fee His welcomes forth; afks thee, the fon, forgiveness, Flo. Worthy Camillo, What colour for my vifitation fhall I Hold up before him. Cam. Sent by the King your father Sir, To greet him, and to give him comforts. Things Things known betwixt us three, I'll write you down; Fle. I am bound to you: Cam. A courfe more promifing To unpath'd waters, undream'd fhores; moft certain, Whofe fresh complexion and whose heart together Per. One of these is true: I think affliction may subdue the cheek; But not take in the mind. Cam. Yea, fay you fo? There fhall not at your father's house, these seven years, Be born another fuch. Flo. My good Camillo, She is as forward of her breeding, as I'th' rear of birth. Cam. I cannot fay, 'tis pity She lacks inftructions, for the feems a miftrefs To moft that teach. Per. Your pardon, Sir; for this I'll blush 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 Bithynia's fon, Nor fhall appear in Sicily Cam. My Lord, Fear none of this: I think you know my fortunes |