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The father, (all whose joy is nothing else
I yield all this ;
Let him know't.
Pr’ythee, let him.
No, he must not. Shep. Let him, my son ; he shall not need to grieve At knowing of thy choice. Flo.
Come, come, he must not :Mark our contráct. Pol.
Mark your divorce, young sir,
[Discovering himself:] Whom son I dare not call; thou art too base To be acknowledg’d: Thou a scepter's heir, That thus affect'st a sheep-hook !—Thou old traitor, I am sorry, that, by hanging thee, I can but Shorten thy life one week.—And thou, fresh piece Of excellent witchcraft ; who, of force, must know The royal fool thou cop'st with ;Shep.
0, my heart! Pol. I'll have thy beauty scratch'd with briars, and
made More homely than thy state.-For thee, fond boy,— If I may ever know, thou dost but sigh, That thou no more shalt see + this knack, (as never I mean thou shalt,) we'll bar thee from succession ; Not hold thee of our blood, no, not our kin, Far than Deucalion off ;--Mark thou my words; Follow us to the court.-Thou churl, for this time, Though full of our displeasure, yet we free thee From the dead blow of it. And you, enchantment,
+ Mr. Malone reads, “shalt never see.”
Worthy enough a herdsman ; yea, him too,
Even here undone!
Why, how now, father? Speak, ere thou diest. Shep.
I cannot speak, nor think, Nor dare to know that which I know.-0, sir,
[To FLORIZEL. You have undone a man of fourscore three, That thought to fill his grave in quiet ; yea, To die upon the bed my father died, To lie close by his honest bones: but now Some hangman must put on my shroud, and lay me Where no priest shovels-in dust.–O cursed wretch !
[To PERDITA. That knew'st this was the prince, and would'st ad
venture To mingle faith with him.-Undone! undone!
? I was not much afeard : &c.] The character is here finely sustained. To have made her quite astonished at the king's discovery of himself had not become her birth ; and to have given her presence of mind to have made this reply to the king, had not become her education. WARBURTON.
If I might die within this hour, I have liv'd
Why look you so upon me?
Gracious my lord,
I not purpose it.
Even he, my lord.
It cannot fail, but by
This is desperate, sir.
and by my fancy :) It must be remembered that fancy in our author very often, as in this place, means love.
0, my lord,
Not for Bohemia, nor the pomp that
you have e'er been my father's honour'd friend,
Hark, Perdita. — [Takes her aside. I'll hear you by and by.
[To CAMILLO Cam.
Now, good Camillo,
Sir, I think,
To speak your deeds; not little of his care
Well, my lord,
Have you thought on
Not any yet:
Then list to me:
9 Your discontenting father strive to qualify,] Discontenting is in our author's language the same as discontented. · But as the unthought-on accident is guilty
To what we wildly do ;] Guilty to, though it sounds harsh to our ears, was the phraseology of the time, or at least of Shakspeare ; and this is one of those passages that should caution us not to disturb his text merely because the language appears different from that now in use. MALONE,