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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 felf, embrace but my direction,
If your more ponderous and fettled project
May suffer alteration; on mine honour,

I'll point you where you shall have fuch receiving
As fhall become your highness, where you may
Enjoy your mistress; from the whom, I fee,
There's no disjunction to be made, but by
(As heav'ns forefend!) your ruin. Marry her;
And, with my beft endeavours, in your abfence,
Your discontented father I will ftrive

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;
And, after that, truft to thee.

Cam. Have you thought on

A place whereto you'll go?

Flo. Not any yet:

But as th' unthought-on accident is guilty
Towards what we wildly do, fo we profess
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 purpose,
But undergo this flight; make for Sicilia,

And there present yourself, and your fair princess
(For fo, I fee, fhe muft be) 'fore Leontes;
She fhall be habited as it becomes

The partner of your bed. Methinks, I fee
Leontes opening his free arms, and weeping

His welcomes forth; asks thee, the fon, forgiveness,
As' twere i' th' father's person; kiffes the hands

Of

Of your fresh princess; o'er and o'er divides him
'Twixt his unkindness, and his kindness: th' one
He chides to hell, and bids the other grow
Fafter than thought, or time.

Flo. Worthy Camillo,

What colour for my visitation shall I
Hold up before him?

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
The which shall point you forth, at every fitting,
What must fay;
you
that he shall not perceive,

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,
To miferies enough: no hope to help you,

But as you shake off

one, to take another:

Nothing fo certain as your anchors, which
Do their best office, if they can but stay you
Where you'll be loath to be: befides, you know,
Profperity's the very bond of love,

Whofe fresh complexion and whose heart together
Affliction alters.

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.

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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
Do all lie there: it fhall be fo my care

To have you royally appointed, as if

The scene you play were mine. For instance, fir,
That you may know you shall not want; one word.

[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,
So foon as you arrive, fhall clear that doubt.

Flo. And those that you'll procure from king Leontes
Cam. Shall fatisfy your father.

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
Into fome covert: take your sweetheart's hat,
And pluck it o'er your brows; muffle your face,
Dismantle you; and, as you can, disliken
The truth of your own feeming; that you may
(For I do fear eyes over you) to fhipboard
Get undefcry'd.

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.
Aut. Adieu, fir.

Flo. O, Perdita, what have we twain forgot?
Pray you, a word.

Čam. What I do next, fhall be to tell the king
Of this escape, and whither they are bound;
Wherein, my hope is, I fhall fo prevail
To force him after: in whofe company

I shall review Sicilia; for whofe fight
I have a woman's longing.

Flo. Fortune speed us!

Thus we fet on, Camillo, to th' seaside.
Cam. The swifter speed, the better.

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.

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