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I am but sorry, not afeard; delay'd,
Cam. Gracious my lord,
You know your father's temper: at this time
Flo. I not purpose it.
I think, Camillo.
Cum. Even he, my lord.
Per. How often have I told you, 'twould be How often said, my dignity would last [thus? But till 'twere known?
Flo. It cannot fail, but by
The violation of my faith; And then
Let nature crush the sides o'the earth together, And mar the seeds within!-Lift up thy looks:
From my succession wipe me, father! I
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 Bohemia, nor the pomp that may Be thereat glean'd; for all the sun sees, or The close earth wombs, or the profound seas
In unknown fathoms, will I break my oath
I would your spirit were easier for advice,
I'll hear you by and by.
Cam. He's irremovable,
[Takes her aside. [To CAMILLO.
Resolv'd for flight: Now were I happy, if
Flo. 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'the love That I have borne your father?
Flo. Very nobly
Have you deserv'd: it is my father's music, To speak your deeds; not little of his care To have them recompens'd as thought on. Cam. Well, my lord,
If you may please to think I love the king;
And, through him, what is nearest to him, which is
Your gracious self; embrace but my direction, (If your more ponderous and settled project May suffer alteration,) on mine honour I'll point you where you shall have such receiving [may As shall become your highness; where you Enjoy your mistress; (from the whom, I see, There's no disjunction to be made, but by, As heavens forefend! your ruin:) marry her; And (with my best endeavours, in your absence,)
Your discontenting* father strive to qualify, And bring him up to liking.
Flo. How, Camillo,
May this, almost a miracle, be done?
Cam. Have you thought on
But as the unthought-on accident is guilty
Cam. Then list to me:
(For so, I see, 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: asks thee, the son, forgiveness, [hands 'twere i'the father's person: kisses the Of your fresh princess: o'er and o'er divides [one Twixt his unkindness and his kindness; the He chides to hell, and bids the other grow, Faster than thought, or time.
Flo. Worthy Camillo,
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: [ting,t
The which shall point you forth at every sitWhat you must say; that he shall not perceive,
But that you have your father's bosom there, And speak his very heart.
Flo. I am bound to you: There is some sap in this.
Cam. A course more promising
Than a wild dedication of yourselves [certain,
Per. One of these is true:
I'the rear of birth.
Cam. I cannot say, 'tis pity
Aut. I am a poor fellow, Sir.
Cam. Why, be so still; here's nobody will steal that from thee: Yet, for the outside of thy poverty, we must make an exchange: therefore, discase thee instantly, (thou must think, there's necessity in't,) and change garments with this gentleman: Though the pennyworth, on his side, be the worst, yet hold thee,
She lacks instructions; for she seems a mistress there's some boot.*
To most that teach.
Per. Your pardon, Sir, for this;
I'll blush you thanks.
Flo. My prettiest Perdita.
But, O, the thorns we stand upon!-Camillo,-
The medicine of our house !-how shall we do?
Cam. My lord,
Fear none of this: I think, you know my for-
[CAMILLO, FLORIZEL, and PERDITA, come forward.
Cum. Nay, but my letters by this means
So soon as you arrive, shall clear that doubt.
Cam. Shall satisfy your father.
All, that you speak, shows fair.
Aut. I am a poor fellow, Sir:-I know ye well enough. [Aside. Cam. Nay, pr'ythee, despatch: the gentleman is half flayed already.
Aut. Are you in earnest, Sir?-I smell the trick of it.[Aside. Flo. Despatch, I pr'ythee. Aut. Indeed, I have had earnest; but I cannot with conscience take it.
Cam. Unbuckle, unbuckle.--
Fortunate mistress,-let my prophecy
That I must bear a part.
Have you done there?
He would not call me son.
No hat:- Come, lady, come.-Farewell, my
Pray you, a word.
Flo. Fortune speed us!-
[Exeunt FLORIZEL, PERDITA, and
To have an open ear, a quick eye, and a nimble Aut. I understand the business, I hear it : hand, is necessary for a cut-purse; a good the other senses. nose is requisite also, to smell out work for I see, this is the time that had this been, without boot? What a boot is the unjust man doth thrive. What an exchange here, with this exchange? Sure, the gods do thing extempore. The prince himself is about this year connive at us, and we may do any a piece of iniquity; stealing away from his father, with his clog at his heels: If I thought it were not a piece of honesty to acquaint the king withal, would do't: I hold it the more Stant to my profession. knavery to conceal it: and therein am I con
Enter CLOWN and SHEPHERD. Aside, aside;-here is more matter for a hot brain: Every lane's end, every shop, church, session, hanging, yields a careful man work.
Clo. See, see; what a man you are now! there is no other way, but to tell the king she's a changeling, and none of your flesh and
* A little ball made of perfumes, and worn to prevent blood. infection in times of plague, + Birds.
Shep. Nay, but hear me. Clo. Nay, but hear me. Shep. Go to then.
Clo. She being none of your flesh and blood, your flesh and blood has not offended the king; and, so, your flesh and blood is not to be punished by him. Show those things you found about her; those sacred things, all but what she has with her: This being done, let the law go whistle; I warrant you.
Shep. I will tell the king all, every word, yea, and his son's pranks too; who, I may say, is no honest man neither to his father, nor to me, to go about to make me the king's brotherin-law.
Clo. Indeed, brother-in-law was the furthest off you could have been to him; and then your blood had been the dearer, by I know how much an ounce.
Aut. Very wisely; puppies! [Aside. Shep. Well; let us to the king; there is that in this fardel,* will make him scratch his beard.
Aut. I know not what impediment this complaint may be to the flight of my master.
Clo. 'Pray heartily he be at palace. Aut. Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance:--Let me pocket up my pedlar's excrement.+-[Takes off his false beard.] How now, rustics? whither are you bound?
fantastical; a great man, I'll warrant; I know, by the picking on's teeth.
Aut. The fardel there? what's i'the fardel? Wherefore that box?
Shep. Sir, there lies such secrets in this fardel, and box, which none must know but the king; and which he shall know within this hour, if I may come to the speech of him. Aut. Age, thou hast lost thy labour.
Shep. Why, Sir?
Aut. The king is not at the palace; he is gone aboard a new ship to purge melancholy, and air himself: For, if thou be'st capable of things serious, thou must know, the king is full of grief.
Shep. So 'tis said, Sir; about his son, that should have married a shepherd's daughter.
Aut. If that shepherd be not in hand-fast, let him fly; the curses he shall have, the tortures he shall feel, will break the back of man, the heart of monster.
Clo. Think you so, Sir?
Aut. Not he alone shall suffer what wit can make heavy, and vengeance bitter; but those that are germane* to him, though reinoved fifty times, shall all come under the hangman: which though it be great pity, yet it is necessary. An old sheep-whistling rogue, a ram-tender, to offer to have his daughter come into grace! Some say, he shall be stoned; but that death is too soft for him, say I: Draw our throne into a sheep-cote! all deaths are too few, the sharpest too easy.
Clo. Has the old man e'er a son, Sir, do you
Shep. To the palace, an it like your worship. Aut. Your affairs there? what? with whom? the condition of that fardel, the place of your dwelling, your names, your ages, of what hav-hear, an't like you, Sir? ing, breeding, and any thing that is fitting to be known, discover.
Clo. We are but plain fellows, Sir. Aut. A lie; you are rough and hairy: Let me have no lying; it becomes none but tradesmen, and they often give us soldiers the lie: but we pay them for it with stamped coin, not bing steel; therefore they do not give us the lie.
Aut. He has a son, who shall be flayed alive; then, 'nointed over with honey, set on the head of a wasp's nest; then stand, till he be three quarters and a dram dead: then recovered again with aqua-vitæ, or some other hot infusion: then, raw as he is, and in the hottest day stab-prognostication proclaims,t shall he be set against a brick-wall, the sun looking with a southward eye upon him; where he is to behold him, with fries blown to death. But what talk we of these traitorly rascals, whose miseries are to be smiled at, their offences being so capital? Tell me, (for you seem to be honest plain men,) what you have to the king: being something gently considered,; I'll bring you where he is aboard, tender your persons to his presence, whisper him in your behalfs; and, if it be in man, besides the king to effect your suits, here is man shall do it.
Clo. Your worship had like to have given us one, if you had not taken yourself with the
Shep. Are you a courtier, an't like you, Sir? Aut. Whether it like me, or no, I am a courtier. See'st thou not the air of the court, in these enfoldings? hath not my gait in it, the measure of the court? receives not thy nose court-odour from me? reflect I not on thy baseness, court-contempt? Think'st thou, for that I insinuate, or toze¶ from thee thy business, I am therefore no courtier? I am courtier, capa-pè; and one that will either push on, or pluck back thy business there: whereupon I command thee to open thy affair.
Shep. My business, Sir, is to the king.
Clo. Advocate's the court-word for a pheasant; say, you have none.
Shep. None, Sir? I have no pheasant, cock, nor hen.
Aut. How bless'd are we, that are not simple men!
Yet nature might have made me as these are, Therefore I'll not disdain.
Clo. This cannot be but a great courtier. Shep. His garments are rich, but he wears them not handsomely.
Clo. He seems to be the more noble in being
Clo. He seems to be of great authority: close with him, give him gold; and though authority be a stubborn bear, yet he is oft led by the nose with gold: show the inside of your purse to the outside of his hand, and no more ado: Remember stoned, and flayed alive.
Shep. An't please you, Sir, to undertake the business for us, here is that gold I have: I'll make it as much more; and leave this young till I bring it you. Aut. After I have done what I promised? Shep. Ay, Sir.
Aut. Well give me the moiety :-Are you a party in this business?
Clo. In some sort, Sir: but though my case be a pitiful one, I hope I shall not be flayed out of it.
Aut. O, that's the case of the shepherd's son: -Hang him, he'll be made an example. Clo. Comfort, good comfort: we must to the * Related.
+ The hottest day foretold in the alınanack. Being handsomely bribed,
king, and show our strange sights; he must know, 'tis none of your daughter nor my sister; we are gone else. Sir, I will give you as much as this old man does, when the business is performed; and remain, as he says, your pawn, till it be brought you.
Aut. I will trust you. Walk before toward the sea-side; go on the right hand; I will look upon the hedge, and follow you.
Clo. We are blessed in this man, as I may say, even blessed.
Shep. Let's before, as he bids us: he was provided to do us good.
[Exeunt SHEPHERD and CLOWN. Aut. If I had a mind to be honest, I see, fortune would not suffer me; she drops booties in my mouth. I am courted now with a double occasion; gold, and a means to do the prince my master good; which, who knows how that may turn back to my advancement? I will bring these two moles, these blind ones, aboard him if he think it fit to shore them again, and that the complaint they have to the king concerns him nothing, let him call me, rogue, for being so far oflicious; for I am proof against that title, and what shame else belongs to't: To him will I present them, there may be mat[Exit.
ter in it.
A saint-like sorrow: no fault could you make,,
Leon. Whilst I remember
My blemishes in them; and so still think of
Paul. True, too true, my lord:
Leon. I think so. Kill'd!
She I kill'd? I did so: but thou strik'st me
Cleo. Not at all, good lady:
You might have spoken a thousand things that
Have done the time more benefit, and grac'd Your kindness better.
Paul. You are one of those, Would have him wed again.
Dion. If you would not so,
You pity not the state, nor the remembrance
* At rest, dead.
To bless the bed of majesty again With a sweet fellow to't?
Paul. There is none wortny,
Left his to the worthiest; so his successor
Leon. Good Paulina,-
[worse, No more such wives; therefore, no wife: one And better us'd, would make her sainted spirit Again possess her corps; and, on this stage, Where we offenders now appear,) soul-vex'd, Begin, And why to me?
She had just cause.
Paul. Had she such power,
To murder her I married.
Paul. I should so:
Her eye; and tell me, for what dull part in't Were I the ghost that walk'd, I'd bid you mark You chose her: then I'd shriek, that even your
Paul. O Hermione,
As every present time doth boast itself
Have said, and writ so, (but your writing now
Gent. Pardon, madam :
Would she begin a sect, might quench the zeal
Paul. How? not women?
Gent. Women will love her, that she is
More worth than any man; men, that she is The rarest of all women.
Leon. Go, Cleomenes;
Yourself, assisted with your honour'd friends, Bring them to our embracement.-Still 'tis strange,
[Exeunt CLEOMENES, LORDS, and GENTLEMEN. He thus should steal upon us.
Paul. Had our prince, [pair'd (Jewel of children,) seen this hour, he had Well with this lord; there was not full a month Between their births.
Leon. Pythee, no more; thou know'st,
Your mother was most true to wedlock, prince;
Flo. By his command
Have I here touch'd Sicilia: and from him Give you all greetings, that a king, a friend, Can send his brother: and, but infirmity
I. e. Than the corse of Hermione, the subject of your writing
(Which waits upon worn times,) hath something seiz'd
His wish'd ability, he had himself
Leon. O, my brother, (Good gentleman!) the wrongs I have done thee, stir
Afresh within me; and these thy offices,
Flo. Good my lord, She came from Libya.
Leon. Where the warlike Smalus, That noble honour'd lord, is fear'd, and lov'd? Flo. Most royal Sir, from thence; from him, whose daughter
[thence His tears proclaim'd his, parting with her: (A prosperous south-wind friendly,) we have cross'd,
To execute the charge my father gave me,
Not only my success in Libya, Sir,
Leon. The blessed gods
Purge all infection from our air, whilst you
For which the heavens, taking angry note, Have left me issueless; and your father's bless'd,
(As he from heaven merits it,) with you, Worthy his goodness. What might I have been, Might I a son and daughter now have look'd Such goodly things as you?
Enter a LORD.
Lord. Most noble Sir,
That, which I shall report, will bear no credit,
Bohemia greets you from himself, by me:
Leon. Where's Bohemia? speak. Lord. Here in the city; I now came from I speak amazedly; and it becomes My marvel, and my message. To your court Whiles he was hast'ning, (in the chase, it seems, Of this fair couple,) meets he on the way The father of this seeming lady, and Her brother, having both their country quitted With this young prince.
Flo. Camillo has betray'd me; Whose honour, and whose honesty, till now, Endur'd all weathers.
Lord. Lay't so, to his charge; He's with the king your father. Leon. Who? Camilio?
Lord. Camillo, Sir; I spake with him; who