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More homely than thy state. For thee, fond boy,
If I may ever know thou doft but figh
That thou no more shalt fee this knack, (as never
I mean thou shalt,) we'll bar thee from succession,
Not hold thee of our blood, no, not our kin,
Less than Deucalion off : mark thou my words ;
Follow us to the Court. Thou churl, for this time,
Tho' full of our displeasure, yet we free thee
From the dead blow of it: and you, enchantment,
Worthy enough a herdsman, yea, him too
That makes himself, but for our honour therein,
Unworthy thec; if ever, henceforth, thou
These rural latches to his entrance open,
Or hoope his body more with thy embraces,
I will devise a death as cruel for thee,
As thou art tender to it.

Per. Even here undone :
I was not much afraid, for once or twice
I was about to speak, and tell him plainly,
The self-fame sun that shines upon his Court,
Hides not his visage from our cottage, but
Looks on alike. Will’t pleafe you, Sir, be gone? [ToFlo,
I told you what would come of this. 'Beseech you,
Of your own state take care: from this my dream
Being now awake, I'l queen it no inch farther,
But milk my ewes, and weep.

Cam. Why, how now, father? Speak ere thou dieft.

Sbep. I cannot fpeak, nor think, Nor dare to know that which I know. O Sir, [To Flo. You have undone a man of fourscore three, That thought to fill his grave in quiet; yea, To die upon the bed my father dy'd, To lye close by his honest bones; but now Some hangman must put on my throud, and lay me Where no priest shovels in duft. Oh cursed wretch!

[To Perdita. That knew'ft this was the Prince, and would't adventure To mingle faith with him. Undone, undone !


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If I might die within this hour, I have liv'd
To die when I desire.


Flo. Why look you so upon me?
I am but sorry, not afraid ; delay'd,
But nothing alter'd: what I was I am;
More ftraining on for plucking back; not following
My leash unwillingly.

Can, Gracious my Lord,
You know your father's temper : at this time
He will allow no speech, which I do guess
You do not purpose to him; and as hardly
Will he endure your fight as yet, I fear;
Then, 'till the fury of his Highness settle,
Come not before him.

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 sides o'th' earth together,
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 Bithynia, nor the pomp that may
Be thereout glean'd; for all the sun sees, or
The close earth wombs, or the profound seas hide
In unknown fadoms will I break my oath
To this my fair belov'd ; therefore, I pray you,


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As you have ever been my father's friend,
Wben he shall miss me, (as in faith I mean not
To see him any more) cast your good counsels
Upon his paffion ; let my self 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, aor
Concern me the reporting.

Cam, O my Lord,
I would your fpirit were easier for advice,
Or stronger for your need.

Flo. Hark, Perdita,
I'll hear you by aad by.

[To Cam. Cam. He's irremoveable, 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 fight 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
I leave out ceremony.

Cam. Sir, I think
You have heard of my poor services, i'th' love
That I have born your father,

Flo. Very nobly
Have you deserv'd : it is my father's musick
To speak your deeds, not little of his care
To have them recompenc'd, as thought on.

Cam. Well, my Lord,
If you may please to think I love the King,
And through him what is nearest to him, which is
Your gracious self, embrace but my direction,

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I'll point you where you shall have such receiving
As Thall become your Highness, where you may
Enjoy your mistress ; from the whom, í fee,
There's no disjunction to be made, but by
(As heav'ns forfend) your ruin. Marry her,
And with my best endeavours, in your absence,
Your discontented father I will strive
To qualifie and brink him up to liking.

Fl. 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 op
A place whereto you'll go ?

Flo. Not any yet :
But as th' unthought-on accident is guilty
Towards what we wildly do, so we profess
Our selves to be the saves of chance, and Aies
Of every wind that blows,

Cam. Then lift to me:
This follows, if you will not change your purpose,
But undergo this fight; make for Sicilia,
And there present your felf, and your fair Princess
(For fo 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; afks thee, the fon, forgiveness,
As 'twere i'th' father's person ; kiffes 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 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, shall deliver,


Things known betwixt us three, I'll write you down ;
The which shall point you forth at every fitting
What you must say, that he shall not perceive,
Bur that you have your father's borom there,
And speak his very heart.

Fle. I am bound to you:
There is some sap in this.

Cam. A course more promising
Than a wild dedication of your selves
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, which
Do their best office, if they can but stay you
Where you'll be loth to be: besides, you know,
Prosperity's the very bond of love,
Whose frefa complexion and whose heart together
Afiction alters,

Per. One of these is true :
I think affliction may subdue the cheek;
But not take in the mind.

Cam. Yea, say you fo ?
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 fay, 'tis pity
She lacks instructions, for the seems a mistress
To moft that teach,

Per. Your pardon, Sir; for this
I'll blush you

Flo. My prettiest Perdita-
But oh, the thorns we stand upon ! Camillo,
Preserver of my father, now of me;
The medicine of our house ; how fhall we do?
We are not furnish'd like Bithynia's son,
Nor shall appear in Sicily-

Cam. My Lord,
Fear none of this : I think you know my fortunes
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