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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 feeds within!-Lift up thy looks!
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 Behemia, nor the pomp that may
Be thereat glean’d; for all the fun fees, or
The close earth wombs, or the profound feas hide
In unknown fathoms, will I break my oath
To this my fair belov'd: therefore, I pray you,
As you have ever been my father's friend,
When he shall miss me, (as, in faith, I mean not
To see him any more) cast your good counsels
Upon his paffion ; let myself 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, nor
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 and by.
Cam. He's irremovable,
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.
Fio. 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 mufick
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 thorough him, what's nearest to him, which is
Your'gracious self, embrace but
(If your more ponderous and settled project
May suffer alteration,) on mine honour,
I'll point you where you shall have such receiving
As shall become your Highness, where you may
Enjoy your mistress ; from the whom, I fee,
There's no disjunction to be made, but by
(As, heav'ns forefend !) your ruin. Marry her,
And with my best endeavours, in your absence,
Your discontented father I'll strive to qualify,
And bring him up to liking.
Flo. How, Camillo,
May this, almost a miracle, be done?
That I may call thee something more than man,
And after that trust to thee;
Law. Have you thought on
A place whereto you'll go?
Flo. Not any yet:
But as th’unthought-on accident is guilty
Of what we wildly do, so we profess
Ourselves to be the flaves of chance, and flies
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 yourself, and your fair Princess
(For so, I fee, 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; aks thee, the son, forgiveness,
As 'twere i’th' father's person; kisses the hands
freth Princess ; o'er and o'er divides him,
"Twixt his unkindness, and his kindness : th' one
He chides to hell, and bids the other grow
Faster than thought or time.
Flo. Worthy Camillo,
What colour for my visitation shall 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; (28)
The which shall point you forth at every fitting,
What you must say; that he thall not perceive,
But that you have your father's bosom there,
And speak his very heart.
(28) Things krown betwixt us three I'll write you down,
The which mall point you fortb at ev'ry fitting,
What you must say ;-) Every fitting, methinks, gives but a very poor idea. Every fitting, as I have ventur'd to correct the text, means, ev'ry convenient opportunity; every juncture, when it is fit to speak of such, or such, a point. So, in the Ten.pest,
For 'tis a chronicle of day by day,
Not a relation for a breakfast, nor
ing this first meeting.
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 miferies enough: no hope to help you,
But as you shake off one, to take another :
Nothing so certain as your anchors, who
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 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, 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
She is i'th' rear o our birth.
Cam. I cannot say, 'tis pity
She lacks instructions, for the seems 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 ! Camillo,
Preserver of my father, now of me;
The medicine of our house ! how shall we do?
We are not furnish'd like Bohemia's son,
Nor shall appear in Sicilianom
Cam. My Lord,
Fear none of this: I think, you know, my fortunes
Do all lie there : it shall be so my care
To have you royally appointed, as if
The scene, you play, were mine. For instance, Sir,
Thall not want; one word.
[They talk aside.
Enter Autolicus. Ant. Ha, ha, what a fool honesty is ! and trust, his fworn brother, a very simple gentleman! I have sold all my trumpery ; (29) not a counterfeit ftone, not a ribbon, glass, pomander, browch, table book, ballad, knife, tape, glove, shoe-tye, bracelet, horn-ring, to keep my pack from fafting : they throng who thould 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 ufe, I remember'd. My good clown (who wants but something to be a reasonable man) grew fo in love with the wenches (ong, that he would not ftir his pettitoes 'till he had both tune and words ; which fo drew the rest of the herd to me, that all their other fenfes stuck in ears; you might have pinch'd a placket, it was senseless ; 'twas nothing to geid a codpiece of a purse; I would have filed keys off, that hung in chains: no hearing, no fecling, but my Sir's song, and admiring the nothing of it. So that in this time of lethargy, I pick'd and cut most of their festival purses: and had not the old man come in with a whoo-bub against his, daughter and the King's fon, and scar'd 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, fall clear that doubt.
Flo. And those that you'll procure from King Leontesano
Cam. Shall satisfy your father.
Per. Happy be you!
(29) Not a counterfeit stone, not a ribbon, &c. to keep my pack from fastning.) But there wares, all together, would not keep the pack from fastning, unless they crouded it so, that it could not shut close. The error is as old as the second folio edition, and from thence continu. ed down. Mr. Pope, who pretends to have collated impressions, might have observ'd that the first folio has it, as I have corredied, filling. The metaphor is taken from those who have no provis.cn left. His pack, as it would hold a great deal, might be call'd a devourirg pack : and being now emptied of all its food, it might figui atively be said to have nothing left to ftay its stomach.