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SCENE II.—The same. A Road near the Shepherd's Aut. O! good sir, tenderly, oh!
('lo. Alas, poor soul.
Aut. O! good sir, softly, good sir : I fear, sir, When daffodils begin to peer,
my shoulder-blade is out.
Clo. How now? canst stand?
Aut. Softly, dear sir; (picks his pocket.) good For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale.
sir, softly; you ba' done me a charitable office.
Clo. Dost lack any money? I have a little money The white sheet bleaching on the hedge,–
for thee. With, hey! the sweet birds, 0, how they sing! Aut. No, good sweet sir; no, I beseech you, sir: Doth set my pugging tooth on edge;
I have a kinsman not past three quarters of a mile For a quart of ale is a dish for a king.
hence, unto whom I was going ; I shall there have The lark, that tirra-lirra chants,
money, or any thing I want. Offer me no money, I With, hey! with, hey! the thrush and the jay : pray you; that kills my heart.
Clo. What manner of fellow was he that robbed Are summer songs for me and my aunts, While we lie tumbling in the hay.
Aut. A fellow, sir, that I have known to go about
with trol-my-dames: I knew him once a servant of I have served prince Florizel, and, in my time, wore
the prince; I cannot tell, good sir, for which of his three-pile; but now I am out of service:
virtues it was, but be was certainly whipped out of But shall I go mourn for that, my dear?
the court. The pale moon shines by night :
Clo. His vices, you would say; there's no virtae And, when I wander here and there,
whipped out of court: they cherish it, to make it I then do most go right.
stay there; and yet it will no more but abide. If tinkers may have leave to live,
Aut. Vices I would say, sir. I know this man And bear the sow-skin budget;
well : he bath been since an ape-bearer; then a Then my account I well may give,
process-server, a bailiff; then he compassed a moAnd in the stocks avouch it.
tion of the prodigal son, and married a tinker's wife My traffic is sheets; when the kite builds, look to having flown over many knavish professions, he
within a mile where iny land and living lies; and, lesser linen. My father named me, Autolycus; settled only in rogue: some call him Autolycus. who being, as I am, littered under Mercury, was likewise a snapper-up of unconsidered trifles:
With haunts wakes, fairs, and bear-baitings.
Clo. Out upon him! Prig, for my life, prig: he die, and drab, I purchased this caparison; and my
Aut. Very true, sir; he, sir, he; that's the rogue revenue is the silly cheat: Gallows, and knock, are
that put me into this apparel. too powerful on the highway: beating, and hanging, are terrors to me ; for the life to come, I sleep out if you had but looked big,
and spit at bim, he'd have
Clo. Not a more cowardly rogue in all Bohemia ; the thought of it.-A prize! a prize! Enter Clown.
Aut. I must confess to you, sir, I am no fighter:
I am false of heart, that way; and that he knew, I Clo. Let me see:---Every 'leven wether-tods;
warrant him. every tod yields-pound and odd shilling ; tifteen Clo. How do you now? hundred shorn,- What comes the wool to?
Aut. Sweet sir, much better than I was ; I can Aut. If the springe hold, the cock's mine. (A side.) stand, and walk: I will even take my leave of you, Clo. I cannot do't without counters.- Let mé
and pace softly towards my kinsman's. see; what am I to buy for our sheep-shearing feast? Clo. Shall I bring thee on the way? Three pound of sugar; five pound of currants : rice, Aut. No, good-faced sir; no, sweet sir. What will this sister of mine do with rice? But my Clo. Then fare thee well; I must go buy spices father hath made her mistress of the feast, and she for our sheep-shearing. lays it on. She hath made me four-and twenty Aut. Prosper you, sweet sir!--[Exit Clown.] nosegays for the shearers: three-man song-men Your purse is not bot enough to purchase your all, and very good ones; but they are most of them spice." I'll be with you at your sheep-shearing too: means and bases : but one Puritan amongst them, If I make not this cheat bring out another, and the and he sings psalms to hornpipes. I must have shearers prove sheep, let me be oprolled, and my saffron, to colour the warden pies; mace,--dates, name put in the book of virtue! none; that's out of my note : nutmegs, seven; a race, or two, of ginger; but that I may beg ;--four Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way, pound of prunes, and as many of raisins o' the sun.
And merrily heni the stile-a: Aut. O, that ever I was born!
A merry heart goes all the day, (Grovelling on the ground.)
Your sad tires in a mile-a. Clo. I'the name of me,
Aut. O, help me, help me! pluck but off these SCENE III.— The same. A Shepherd's Cottage. rags; and then, death, death!
Enter FLORIZEL and PERDITA. Clo. Alack, poor soul! thou hast need of more rags to lay on thee, rather than have these off.
Flo. These your unusual weeds to each part of you Aut. 0, sir, the loathsomeness of them oflends Do give a life: no shepherdess; but Flora me more than the stripes I have received, which are Peering in April's front. This your sheep-sbearing mighty ones, and millions.
Is as a meeting of the petty gods, Clo. Alas, poor man! a million of beating may And you the queen on't. come to a great matter.
Sir, my gracious lord, Aut, I am robbed, sir, and beaten; my money To chide at your extremes, it not becomes me; and apparel ta'en from me, and these detestable 0, pardon, that I name them: your high self, things put upon me.
The gracious mark o' the land, you have obscur'd, Clo. What, by a horse-man, or a foot-man? With a swain's wearing; and me, poor lowly maid, Aut. A foot-man, sweet sir, a foot-man.
Most goddess-like prank'd up: But that our feasts Clo. Indeed, he should be a foot-man, by the gar In every mess have folly, and the feeders ments he hath left with thee : if this be a horse-man's Digest it with a custon, I should blush coat, it hath seen very hot service. Lend me thy To see you so attired ; sworn, I think, hand, I'll help thee: come, lend me thy hand.
To show myself a glass. (Helping him up.) Flo.
I bless the time,
I'll not put
When my good falcon made her fight across
Shepberdess, Thy father's ground.
(A fair one are you,) well you fit our ages Þer.
Now Jove afford you cause ! With flowers of winter. To me, the difference forges dread; your greatness
Sir, the year growing ancient, Hath not been us'd to fear. Even now I tremble Nor yet on summer's death, nor on the birth To think, your father, by some accident,
Of trembling winter,—the fairest flowers o'the Should pass this way, as you did : 0, the fates! How would be look, to see his work, so noble, Are our carnations, and streak'd gillyflowers, Vilely bound up? What would he say? Or how Which some call nature's bastards: of that kind Should I, in these my borrow'd flaunts, behold Our rustic garden's barren; and I care not The sterness of his presence ?
To get slips of them.
Wherefore, gentle maiden,
For I have heard it said, The shapes of beasts upon them : Jupiter
There is an art, which, in their piedness, shares Became a bull, and bellow'd; the green Neptune With great creating nature. A ram, and bleated; and the fire-rob'd god,
Say, there be; Golden Apollo, a poor humble swain,
Yet nature is made better by no mean, As I seem now : Their transformations
But nature makes that mean : so, o'er that art, Were never for a piece of beauty rarer;
Which, you say, adds to nature, is an art Nor in a way so chaste: since my desires
That nature makes. You see,sweet maid, we marry Ran not before mine honour; nor my lusts A gentler scion to the wildest stock; Burn hotter than my faith.
And make conceive a bark of baser kind Per.
O but, dear sir, By bud of nobler race; This is an art Your resolution cannot hold, when 'tis
Which does mend nature,-change it rather: but Oppos'd, as it must be, by the power o' the king :
The art itself is nature. One of these two must be necessities,
So it is. Which then will speak; that you must change this Pol. Then make your garden rich in gillyflowers, purpose,
And do not call them bastards.
The dibble in earth to set one slip of them:
fore Mine own, nor any thing to any, if
Desire to breed by me.—Here's flowers for you ; I be not thine: to this I am most constant,
Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram; Though destiny say, no. Be merry, gentle;. The marigold, that goes to bed with the sun, Strangle such thoughts as these, with any thing And with bim rises weeping; these are flowers That yon behold the while. Your guests are coming: of middle sammer, and, I think, they are given Lift up your countenance; as it were the day To men of middle age: You are very welcome. Of celebration of that nuptial, which
Cam. I should leave grazing, were I of your flock, We two have sworn shall come.
And only live by gazing.
O lady fortune,
You'd be so lean, that blasts of January
Would blow you through and through.—Now, my Enter Shepherd, with POLIXENES and CAMILLO, I would I had some flowers o' the spring, that might
fairest friend, disguised; Clown, Mopsa, Dorcas, and others.
Become your time of day; and yours, and yours; Flo.
See, your guests approach : That wear upon your virgin branches yet Address yourself to entertain them sprightly, Your maidenheads growing :-O Proserpina, And let's be red with mirth.
(upon For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st fall Shep. Fy, daughter! when my old wife livd, From Dis’s waggon! daffodils, This day, she was both pantler, butler, cook; That come before the swallow dares, and take Both dame and servant: welcom'd all ; serv'd all : The winds of March with beauty; violets, dim, Would sing her song, and dance her torn: now But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, here,
Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses,
Bright Phæbus in his strength, a malady,
The flower-de-luce being one! O, these I lack,
What? like a corse ? Come, quench your blashes; and present yourself Per. No, like a bank, for love to lie and play on; That, which you are, mistress o' the feast: Come on, Not like a corse : or if,--not to be buried, And bid us welcome to your sheep-shearing, But quick, and in mine arms. Come, take your As your good flock shall prosper.
flowers : Per.
Welcome, sir! (To Polixenes ) Methinks, I play as I bave seen them do It is my father's will, I should take on me
In Whitsun' pastorals: sare, this robe of mine The hostess-ship o'the day:-You're welcome, sir! Does change my disposition. (To Camillo) Flo.
What you do, Give me those flowers there, Dorcas.-Reverend Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, sirs,
I'd have you do it ever: when you sing, For you there's rosemary, and rue: these keep I'd have you buy and sell so; so give alms; Seeming, and savour, all the winter long :
Pray so; and, for the ordering your affairs, Grace, and remembrance, be to you both,
To sing them too: When you do dance, I wish you And welcome to our sharing!
A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do
Nothing but that; move still, still so, and own rainbow; points, more than all the lawyers in BoNo other function : Each your doing,
hemia can learnedly bandle, though they come to So singular in each particular,
bim by the gross; inkles, caddisses, cambrics, Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds, lawns: why, he sings them over, 'as they were gods That all your acts are queens.
or goddesses; you would think, a smock were a Per.
O Doricles, she-angel; he so chants to the sleeve-hand, and Your praises are too large : but that your youth, the work about the square on't. And the true blood, which fairly peeps through it, Clo. Pr’ythee, bring him in; and let him apDo plainly give you out an unstain'd shepherd; proach singing. With wisdom I might fear, my Dorioles,
Per. Forewarn him, that he use no scurrilous You woo'd me the false way.
words in his tunes. Flo.
I think, you have Clo. You have of these pedlers, that have more As little skill to fear, as I have purpose
in 'em than you'd think, sister. To put you to't.-But, come ; our dance, I pray: Per. Ay, good brother, or go about to think. Your hand, my Perdita: so turtles pair, That never mean to part.
Enter AutoLYCUS, singing.
I'll swear for 'em.
Lawn, as white as driven snow;
Cyprus, black as e'er was crow; But smacks of something greater than herself;
Gloves, as sweet as damask roses; Too noble for this place.
Masks for faces, and for noses; Cam. He tells her something,
Bugle bracelet, necklace-amber,
Golden quoifs, and stomachers,
For my lads to give their dears;
Pins, and poking-sticks of steel, To mend her kissing with.
What maids lack from head to heel:
Come, buy of me, come : come buy, come buy; Clo, Not a word, a word; we stand upon our
Buy lads, or else your lasses cry: manners,
Come, buy, &c. Come, strike up.
Clo. If I were not in love with Mopsa, thou Here a dance of Shepherds and Shepherdesses.
should'st take no money of me; but being enPol. Pray, good shepherd, what
thrall'd as am,
it will also be the bondage of cerFair swain is this, which dances with your daughter? tain ribands and gloves. Shep. They call him Doricles; and be boasts Mop. I was promised them against the feast; himself
but they come not too late now. To have a worthy feeding: bat I have it
Dor. He hath promised you more than that, or Upon his own report, and I believe it;
there be liars. He looks like sooth : He says, he loves my daughter;
Mop. He hath paid you all he promised you; I think so too; for never gaz'd the moon
may be, he has paid you more; which will shame Upon the water, as he'll stand, and read,
you to give him again. As 'twere, my daughter's eyes: and, to be plain, Clo. Is there no manners left among maids ? will I think, there is not half a kiss to choose,
they wear their plackets, where they should bear Who loves another best.
their faces? Is there not milking-time, when you Pol. She dances featly.
are going to bed, or kiln-hole, to whistle off these Shep. So she does any thing; though I report it, secrets; but you must be tittle-tattling before all That should be silent: if young Doricles
our guests? 'Tis well they are whispering : ClaDo light upon her, she shall bring him that, mour your tongues, and not a word more. Which he not dreams of,
Mop. I have done. Come, you promised me a
tawdry lace, and a pair of sweet gloves. Enter a Servant.
Clo. Have I not told thee, how I was cozened
by the way, and lost all my money? Serv. O master, if you did but hear the pedler Aut. And, indeed, sir, ere are cozeners abroad; at the door, you would never dance again after a therefore it behoves men to be wary. tabor and pipe; no, the bagpipe could not move Clo, Fear pot thou, man, thou shalt lose nothing you: he sings several tunes, faster than you'll tell here. money; he utters them as he bad eaten ballads, and Aut. I hope so, sir; for I have about me many all men's ears grew to his tunes.
parcels of charge. Clo. He could never come better; he shall come Clo. What bast here? ballads? in: I love a ballad but even too well; if it be dole Mop. Pray now, buy some: I love a ballad in ful matter, merrily set down, or a very pleasant print, a'-life; for then we are sure they are true. thing indeed, and sung lamentably.
Aut. Here's one to a very doleful iune, How a Serv. He hath songs, for man, or woman, of all usurer's wife was brought to bed of twenty moneysizes; no milliner can so fit his customers with bags at a burden; and how she longed to eat adgloves: he has the prettiest love-songs for maids; ders' heads, and toads carbonadoed. so without bawdry, which is strange ; with such Mop. Is it true, think you? delicate bardens of dildos and adings : jump her Aut. Very true; and but a month old. and thump her; and where some stretch-mouth'd Dor. Bless me from marrying a usarer! rascal would, as it were, mean mischief, and break Aut. Here's the midwife's name to't, one misa foul gap into the matter, he makes the maid to tress Taleporter; and five or six honest wives' that answer, Whoop, do me no harm, good man; puts were present : Why should I carry lies abroad? him off, slights him, with IV hoop, do me no harm, Mop. 'Pray you now, buy it. good man.
Clo. Come on, lay it by: And let's first see more Pol. This is a brave fellow.
ballads; we'll buy the other things anon. Clo. Believe me, thou talkest of an admirable Aut. Here's another ballad, Of a fish that apconceited fellow. Has he any upbraided wares? peared apon the coast, on Wednesday the four
Serv. He hatli ribands of all the colours i'the score of April, forty thousand fathom above water,
and sung this ballad against the hard hearts of Re-enter Servant, with twelve Rustics, habited like maids : it was thought, she was a woman, and was Satyrs. They dance, and then exeunt. turned into a cold fish, for she would not exchange Pol. O, father, you'll know more of that hereflesh with one that loved her: The ballad is very
after. pitiful, and as true.
Is it not too far gone?—'Tis time to part them.Dor. Is it true too, think you?
He's simple, and tells much. (Aside.) How now, Aut. Five justices' hands at it; and witnesses,
fair shepherd ? more than my pack will hold.
Your heart is full of something, that does take Clo. Lay it by too: Another.
Your mind from feasting. Sooth, when I was young, Aut. This is a merry ballad; but a very pretty one. And handed love, as you do, I was wont Mop. Let's have some merry ones.
To load my she with knacks: I would have ransack'd Aut. Why, this is a passing merry one; and goes The pedler's silken treasury, and have pour'd it to the tune of, Two maids wooing a man: there's | To her acceptanoe; you have let bim go, scarce a maid westward, but she sings it; 'tis in And nothing marted with bim: If your lass request, I can tell you.
Interpretation should abuse ; and call this, Mop. We can both sing it; if thou'lt bear a part, Your lack of love, or bounty; you were straited thou shalt hear; 'tis in three parts.
For a reply, at least, if you make a care
Old sir, I know my occupation: have at it with you.
She prizes not such trilles as these are :
The gifts, she looks from me, are pack'd and lock'd SONG.
Up in my heart; which I have given already
But not deliver'd.-0, hear me breathe my life A. Get you hence, for I must go;
Before this ancient sir, who, it should seem, Where, it fits not you to know.
Hath sometime lov'd: I take thy hand; this hand, D. Whither? M. 0, whither? D. Whither?
As soft as dove's down, and as white as it;
Or Ethiopian's tooth, or the fann'd snow,
That's bolted by the northern blasts twice o'er.
Pol. What follows this ?--
How prettily the young swain seems to wash M. Or thou go'st to the grange, or mill:
The band, was fair before! I have put you out:D. If to either, thou dost ill. A. Neither. D. What, neither? A. Neither.
But, to your protestation; let me hear
What you profess. D. Thou hast sworn my love to be ;
Do, and be witness to't. M. Thou hast sworn it more to me:
Pol. And this my neighbour too?
And he, and more
Than he, and men; the earth, the heavens, and all : Clo. We'll have this song out anon by ourselves :
That --were I crown'd the most imperial monarch, My father and the gentlemen are in sad talk, and Thereof most worthy; were I the fairest youth we'll not trouble them: Come, bring away thy That ever made eye swerve; bad force, and knowpack after me. Wenches, I'll buy for you both:
ledge, Pedler, let's have the first choice.- Follow me, girls. More than was ever man's, I would not prize them, Aut. And you shall pay well for 'em. (A side.) | Without her love: for her, employ them all ;
Commend them, and condemn them, to her service,
Or to their own perdition,
Cam. This shows a sound allection.
But, my daughter, Any toys for your head,
Say you the like to him? of the new'st, and fin'st, fin'st wear-a?
I cannot speak
So well, nothing so well; no, nor mean better:
By the pattern of mine own thoughts I cut out That doth utler all men's ware-a.
The purity of his. [Exeunt Clown, Autolycus, Dorcas, and Mopsa. Shep
Take hands, a bargain ;
And, friends unknown, you shall bear witness to'l: Enter a Servant.
I give my daughter to him, and will make
Her portion equal his. Serv. Master, there is three carters, three shep Flo.
0, that must be herds, three neat-herds, three swine-herds, that I'the virtue of your daughter: one being dead, bave made themselves all men of hair; they call I shall have more than you can dream of yet; themselves saltiers: and they have a dance which Enough then for your wonder: But, come on, the wencbes say is a gallimaufry of gambols, be- Contract us 'fore these witnesses. cause they are not in't; but they themselves are Shop.
Come, your hand;-o the mind, (if it be not too rough for some, And, daughter, yours. that know little bat bowling,) it will please plen Pol. Soft, swain, awhile, 'beseech you; tifully.
Have you a father? Shep. Away! we'll none on't; here has been too Flo.
I have: But what of him? much bumble foolery already I know, sir, we Pol. Knows he of this? weary you.
Ile neither does, nor shall. Pol. You weary those that refresh us: Pray, Pol. Methinks, a father let's see these four threes of herdsmen.
Is, at the nuptial of his son, a guest Serv. One three of them, by their own report, That best becomes the table. Pray you, once more; sir, bath danced before the king; and not the worst Is not your father grown incapable of the three, but jumps twelve foot and a half by of reasonable affairs ? is he not stupid the squire.
With age, and altering rheums? Can he speak ? hear? Shep. Leave your prating; since these good men Know man from man? dispute his own estate? are pleased, let them come in ; but quickly now. Lies he not bed-rid? and again does nothing,
Serv. Why, they stay at door, sir. [Exit. But what he did being childish?
Why look you so upon me?
But nothing alter'd: What I was, I am: Pol.
By my wbite beard, More straiding on, for plucking back; not following You offer him, if tbis be so, a wrong
My leash unwillingly. Something unfilial: Reason, my son
Gracious my lord, Should choose himself a wife; but as good reason, You know your father's temper: at this time The father, (all whose joy is nothing else
He will allow no speech,-which, I do guess, But fair posterity,) should hold some counsel You do not purpose to him;--and as hardly In such a business.
Will he endure your sight as yet, I fear:
Then, till the fury of his highness settle,
Come not before him. Which 'tis not fit you know, I got acquaint
I not purpose it.
I think, Camillo.
Сат. Even he, my lord.
Per. How often have I told you,'t would be thas? Pol. Pr’ythee, let him
How often said, my dignity would last Flo.
No, he must not. But till 'twere known? Shep. Let him, my son; he shall not need to grieve Flo.
It cannot fail, but by At knowing of thy choice.
The violation of my faith: And then Flo.
Come, come, he must not : Let nature crush the sides o' the earth together, Mark our contract.
And mar the seeds within!
-Lift up thy looks :Pol.
Mark your divorce, young sir, From my succession wipe me, father! I
(Discovering himself:) Am heir to thy affection. Whom son I dare not call; thou art too base
Be advis'd. To be acknowledg’d: Thou a sceptre's heir,
Flo. I am; and by my fancy: if my reason That thus affect'st a sheep-hook !- Thou, old traitor, Will thereto be obedient, I have reason ; I am sorry, tbat, by hanging thee, I can but If not, my senses, better pleas'd with madness, Shorten thy life one week. And thou, fresh piece | Do bid it welcome. Of excellent witchcraft; who, of force, must know Cam.
This is desperate, sir. The royal fool thou cop'st with;
Flo. So call it : but it does fulll my vow; Shep.
0, my heart! I veeds must think it bonesty. Camillo, Pol. I'll have thy beauty scratch'd with briars, Not for Bohemia, nor the pomp that may and made
[boy,- Be thereat glean'd; for all the sun sees, or More homely than thy state.-For thee, fond The close earth wombs, or the profound seas hide If I may ever know, thou dost bat sigh,
In unknown fathoms, will I break my oath Tbat thou no more sbalt see this knack, ( as never To this my fair belov'd: Therefore, I pray you, I mean thou shalt,) we'll bar thee from succession; As you have ever been my father's honour'd friend, Not hold thee of our blood, no not our kin, When he shall miss me, (as, in faith, I mean not Far than Deucalion off :-Mark thou my words; To see him any more,) cast your good counsels Follow us to the court.-Thon churl, for this time, Upon bis passion : Let myself and fortune Though full of our displeasure, yet we free thee Tug for the time to come. This you may know, From the dread blow of it. And yon, enchantment, And so deliver. I am put to sea Worthy enough a herdsman; yea, bim too, With her, whom here I cannot hold on shore; That makes himself, but for our honour therein, And, most opportune to our need, I have Unworthy thee,-if ever, henceforth, thou A vessel rides fast by, but not prepar'd These rural latches to his entrance open,
For this design. What course I mean to hold, Or hoop his body more with thy embraces, Shall nothing benefit your knowledge, nor I will devise a death as cruel for thee,
Concern me the reporting. As thou art tender to't.
0, my lord, Per.
Even here undone! I would your spirit were easier for advice, I was not much afeard : for once, or twice,
Or stronger for your need. I was about to speak; and tell him plainly,
Hark, Perdita. (Takes her aside.) The self-same sun, that shines upon his court, I'll hear you by and by.
(To Camillo.) Hides not his visage from our cottage, but
He's irremovable, Looks on alike.--Will't please you, sir, be gone? Resolv’d for flight: Now were I happy, if
(To Florizel.) | His going I could frame to serve my turn;
I so much thirst to see.
Now, good Camillo,
I am so fraught with curious business, that
(Going.) Nor dare to know that which I know.-0, sir, Cam.
Sir, I think, (To Florizel.) You have heard of my poor services, i'the love You have undone a man of fourscore three, That I have borne your father? That thought to fill his grave in quiet; yea,
Very nobly To die upon the bed my father died,
Have you deserv'd: it is my father's music, To lie close by his honest bones: but now
To speak your deeds : not little of his care Some hangman must put on my shroud, and lay me To have them recompens'd as thought on. Where no priest shovels-in dust. — O cursed Cam.
Well, my lord, wretch!
(To Perdita.) | If you may please to think I love the king; That knew'st this was the prince, and would'st ad And, through him, what is nearest to him, which is ventare
Your gracious self; embrace but my direction, To mingle faith with him.-Undone! undone ! (If your more ponderous and settled project If I might die within this hour, I have liv'd May suffer alteration,) on mine honour To die when I desire,
[Exit. I'll point you where you shall have such receiving