Shall nothing benefit your knowledge, nor Cam. O my lord, I would your fpirit were eafier for advice, Flo. Hark, Perdita I'll hear you by and by. Cam. He's irremovable, Refolv'd for flight: now were I happy, if [To Cam Save him from danger, do him love and honour; And that unhappy King, my mafter, whom Fle. Now, good Camille; I am fo fraught with curious bufinefs, that Cam. Sir, I think, You have heard of my poor fervices, i'th' love Flo. Very nobly Have you deferv'd: it is my father's mufick If you may pleafe to think I love the King, I'll point you where you fhall have fuch receiving Flo. How, Camillo, May this, almost a miracle, be done? [Afide That That I may call thee something more than man, Cam. Have you thought on A place whereto you'll go? But as th'unthought-on accident is guilty Our felves to be the flaves of chance, and flies Cam. Then lift to me: This follows, if you will not change your purpose, The partner of your bed. Methinks, I fee Flo. Worthy Camillo, What colour for my vifitation shall I Cam. Sent by the King your father To greet him, and to give him comforts. Sir, Things known betwixt us three, I'll write you down; (15) (15) Things known betwixt us three I'll write you down, The which fhall point you forth at ev'ry fitting, What you must say ;-) Every Sitting, methinks, gives but a very poor Idea. Every fitting, as I have ventured to correct the Text, means, ev'ry convenient Opportunity: Juncture, when it is fir to fpeak of fuch, or fuch, a Point. every And And fpeak his very heart. Flo. I am bound to you: There is fome fap in this... Cam. A courfe more promifing To unpath'd waters, undream'd shores; most certain, Whofe fresh complexion and whose heart together Per. One of these is true: I think, affliction may fubdue the check, But not take in the mind. Cam. Yea, fay you fo? There fhall not at your father's houfe, thefe, feren years, Be born another fuch. Flo. My good Camillo, She is as forward of her Breeding, as She is i'th' rear o' our birth. Cam. I cannot fay, 'tis Pity She lacks inftructions, for the feems a mistress Per. Your pardon, Sir, for this: I'll blush you thanks. Flo. My prettieft Perdita But, oh, the thorns we ftand upon! Camillo, Preferver of my father, now of me; 1 The medicine of our House! 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 To have you royally appointed, as if The Scene, you play, were mine. For instance, Sir, That That you may know you fhall not want; one word.— [They talk afide. Enter Autolicus. Aut. Ha, ha, what a fool Honefty is! and Truft, his fworn brother, a very fimple gentleman! I have fold all my trumpery; not a counterfeit stone, not a ribbon, glafs, pomander, browch, table-book, ballad, knife, tape, glove, fhoe-tye, bracelet, horn-ring to keep my Pack from fafting: they throng who should buy firft, as if my trinkets had been hallowed, and brought a benediction to the buyer: by which means, I faw whose purfe 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 pet. titoes 'till he had both tune and words; which fo drew the reft of the herd to me, that all their other senses ftuck in ears; you might have pinch'd a placket, it was fenfelefs; '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 fong, 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 fear'd my choughs from the chaff, I had not left a purfe alive in the whole army. [Camillo, Flor. and Per. come forward. Cam, Nay; but my letters by this means being there, So foon as you arrive, shall clear that Doubt. Flor. And thofe that you'll procure from King Leontes Cam. Shall fatisfie your Per. Happy be you! father. All that you speak fhews fair. Cam. Who have we here? We'll make an inftrument of this; omit Nothing may give us aid. [Seeing Autol. Aut. Aut. If they have over-heard me now: why, hanging Cam. How now, good fellow, Why fhak'ft 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 fteal That from thee; yet for the outfide of thy poverty, we must make an exchange; therefore difcafe thee inftantly (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.) Cam. Nay, pr'ythee, dispatch: the gentleman is half flead already. Aut. Are you in earneft, Sir? (I fmell the trick on't.). Flo. Difpatch, I pr'ythee. 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 Per. I fee, the Play fo lyes, Cam. No remedy Have you done there? Flo. Should I now meet my father, He would not call me fon. Cam. Nay, you shall have no hat : Come, lady, come: farewel, my friend. Fle. |