Pol. I'll have thy beauty fcratch'd with briars, and made More homely than thy ftate. For thee, fond boy, That thou no more fhalt fee this knack, as never S C E NE VIII. Per. Even here undone. [Exit. "I was not much afraid; for once or twice "I was about to speak, and tell him plainly, The felf-fame fun that fhines upon his court, Hides not his vifage from our cottage, but "Looks on alike.- -Wilt pleafe you, Sir, be gone? [To Florizel. I told you what would come of this. 'Beleech you, Of your own ftate take care: this dream of mine, 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 speak nor think, Nor dare to know, that which I know. O Sir, [To Florizel. 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 lie clofe by his honeft bones but now : Some hangman muft put on my throwd, and lay me "Where no priest shovels in duft. O curfed wretch ! [To Perdita. That knew'ft this was the Prince, and would'ft adven ture To mingle faith with him. Undone, undone ! Flo. SCENE IX. Why look you fo upon me? I am but forry, not afraid; delay'd, But nothing alter'd: what I was, I am; [Exit. More ftraining on, for plucking back; not following My leafh unwillingly. 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 't would be thus? How often faid, 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 fides o' th' earth together, And mar the feeds within !. -Lift up thy looks! From my fucceffion wipe me, father, I Am heir to my affection. Cam. Be advis'd. Flo. I am; and by my fancy, if my reafon If not, my fenfes better pleas'd with madness, Cam. This is defperate, Sir. Flo. So call it; but it does fulfil my vow; Ꮓ Be thereat glean'd; for all the fun fees, or As you Tug for the time to come. This you may know, With her, whom here I cannot hold on shore; For this defign. What courfe I mean to hold, Cam. O my Lord, I would your spirit were easier for advice, Flo. Hark, Perdita I'll hear you by and by. Cam. He's irremoveable, Refolv'd for flight: now were I happy, if [To Camillo. Save him from danger, do him love and honour; And that unhappy King, my mafter, whom Flo. Now, good Camillo, I am fo fraught with curious business, that Cam. Sir, I think You have heard of my poor services, i' th' love Flo. Very nobly Have you deferv'd: it is my father's music [Afide. If you may pleafe to think I love the King, If your more ponderous and fettled project I'll point you where you fhall have fuch receiving Flo. How, Camillo, May this, almoft a miracle, be done? That I may call thee fomething more than man, Cam. Have you thought on A place whereto you'll go? Flo. Not any ýet : But as th' unthought-on accident is guilty 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 purpofe, And there prefent yourfelf and your fair princess The partner of your bed. Methinks I fee Leontes opening his free arms, and weeping Flo. Worthy Camillo, What colour for my vifitation fhall I Cam. Sent by the King your father Things known betwixt us three, I'll write you down; Flo. I am bound to you: Cam. A courfe more promifing To unpath'd waters, undream'd fhores; most certain Whofe fresh complexion and whofe heart together Per. One of thefe is true: I think affliction may fubdue 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 She is i'th' rear o' our birth. Cam. I cannot fay, 'tis pity She lacks inftructions, for the feems a miftrefs 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; 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 Do all lie there it fhall be fo my care : To have you royally appointed, as if fortunes |