To have them recompens'd, as thought on. If you may please to think I love the king, And, through him, what is nearest to him, which is I'll point you where you shall have fuch receiving To qualify and bring him up to liking. Flo. How, Camillo, May this, almost a miracle, be done? That I may call thee something more than man; Cam. Have you thought on A place whereto you'll go? Flo. Not any yet: But as th' unthought-on accident is guilty Of every wind that blows. Cam. Then lift to me: This follows, if you will not change your purpose, And there present yourself, and your fair princess The partner of your bed. Methinks, I fee His welcomes forth; asks thee, the fon, forgiveness, Of Of your fresh princess; o'er and o'er divides him Flo. Worthy Camillo, What colour for my visitation shall I Cam. Sent by the king your father But that you have your father's bofom there, And speak his very heart. Flo. I am bound to you: There is fome fap in this. Cam. A course more promising Than a wild dedication of yourselves down; To unpath'd waters, undream'd shores; most certain, But as you shake off one, to take another: Nothing fo certain as your anchors, which Whofe fresh complexion and whose 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 shall not at your father's house, these seven years, Be born another fuch. Flo. To most that teach. Per. Your pardon, fir; for this I'll blush you thanks. Flo. My prettieft Perdita But o, the thorns we stand 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 fortunes To have you royally appointed, as if The scene you play were mine. For instance, fir, [they talk afide. SCENE X. Enter Autolicus. Aut. Ha, ha, what a fool honefty is! and truft, his fworn brother, a very simple gentleman! I have fold all my trumpery; not a counterfeit ftone, not a riband, glass, pomander, brooch, tablebook, ballad, knife, tape, glove, fhoetye, bracelet, hornring, to keep my pack from fafting: they throng who should buy first; if my trinkets had been hallowed, and brought a benediction to the buyer: by which means, I saw whose purse 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 pettitoes till he had both tune and words; which so drew the reft of the herd to as me, me, that all their other senses stuck 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 fir'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 scar'd my choughs from the chaff, I had not left a purse alive in the whole army. Camillo, Florizel, and Perdita come forward. Cam. Nay, but my letters by this means being there, Flo. And those that you'll procure from king Leontes Per. Happy be you! All that you speak fhows fair. Cam. Who have we here? We'll make an instrument of this; omit Nothing may give us aid. [Seeing Autol. Aut. If they have over-heard me now: why, hanging. [afide. Cam. How now, good fellow? come, why shak'st thou so? Fear not, man; here's no harm intended to thee. Aut. I am a poor fellow, fir. Cam. Why, be so still: Here's no body will fteal that from thee; yet for the outside of thy poverty, we must make an exchange: therefore, discase thee inftantly, (thou must think, there's a neceffity in't) and change. garments with this gentleman: though the pennyworth on his fide be the worst, yet, hold thee, there's some boot. Aut. I am a poor fellow, fir: I know ye well enough. [afide. Cam. Nay, pr'ythee, defpatch: the gentleman is half flead already. Aut. Are you in earneft, fir? I fmell the trick on't. [afide. Flo. Defpatch, I pr'ythee. Aut. Aut. Indeed, I have had earneft; but I cannot with conscience take it. Cam. Unbuckle, unbuckle. Fortunate mistress, (let my prophecy Come home to ye!) you must retire yourself Per. I fee, the play fo lies That I must bear a part. 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. Flo. O, Perdita, what have we twain forgot? Čam. What I do next, fhall be to tell the king I shall review Sicilia; for whofe fight Flo. Fortune speed us! Thus we fet on, Camillo, to th' seaside. SCENE XI. [afide. [Ex. Flo. and Per. [Exit. Aut. I understand the business; I heard it: to have an open ear, a quick eye, and a nimble hand, is neceffary for a cutpurse; VOL. II. Dddd a good |