As you With her, whom here I cannot hold on shore; For this design. What course I mean to hold, Cam. O, my lord, 1 would your spirit were easier for advice, Or stronger for your need. Flo. Hark, Perdita. I'll hear you by and by. Cam. He's irremovable, [Takes her aside. [TO CAMILLO. Resolv'd for flight: Now were I happy, if 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'the love That I have borne your father? Flo. Very nobly Have you deserv'd: it is my father's musick, [Going. To speak your deeds; not little of his care If you may please to think I love the king; And, through him, what is nearest to him, which is I'll point you where you shall have such receiving Flo. How, Camillo, May this, almost a miracle, be done? That I may call thee something more than man, Cam. Have you thought on A place, whereto you'll go? Flo. Not any yet: But as the 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, She shall be habited, as it becomes The partner of your bed. Methinks, I see His welcomes forth: asks thee, the son, forgiveness, Flo. Worthy Camillo, What colour for my visitation shall I Cam. Sent by the king your father grow, To greet him, and to give him comforts. Sir, 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; Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together Affliction alters. Per. One of these is true: I think, affliction may subdue the cheek, 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'the 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; I'll blush you thanks. Flo. My prettiest Perdita.——— But, O, the thorns we stand upon !-Camillo,- The medicin of our house!-how shall we do? Cam. My lord, Fear none of this: I think, you know, my fortunes To have you royally appointed, as if The scene you play were mine. For instance, sir, Enter AUTOLYCUS. [They talk aside. Aut. 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-tye, 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. [CAMILLO, FLORIZEL, and PERDITA, 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 Leon tes, Cam. Shall satisfy your father. Per. Happy be you! All, that you speak, shows fair. Cam. Who have we here? [Seeing AUTOLYCUS. We'll make an instrument of this; omit |