To load my She with Knacks: I would have Ranfack'd And nothing marted with him. If Your lack of Love, or Bounty, you were straited Flo. Old Sir, I know She prizes not fuch Trifles as thefe are; The Gifts fhe looks from me, are packt and lockt How prettily the young Swain feems to wash What you profefs. Flo. Do, and be witness to't. Pol. And this my Neighbour too? Flo. And he, and more Than he, and Men; the Earth, and Heav'ns, and all; moft That were I crown'd th Imperial Monarch Thereof moft worthy; were I the fairest Youth Commend them, and condemn them to her Service, Pol. Fairly offer'd. Cam. This fhews a found Affection. Shep. But my Daughter, Say you the like to him? Per. I cannot fpeak. So well, nothing fo well, no, nor mean better. VOL. II. I i By By the Pattern of my mine own Thoughts, I cut out Shep. Take Hands, a Bargain; And Friends unknown, you fhall bear witnefs to't: Flo. O, that must be I'th' Virtue of your Daughter; one being dead, Shep. Come, your hand; And, Daughter, yours. Pol. Soft, Swain, a-while; 'befeech you, Have you a Father? Flo. I have; but what of him? Pol. Knows he of this? Flo. He neither does, nor fhall. Pol. Methinks a Father Is at the Nuptial of his Son, a Gueft That beft becomes the Table: 'Pray you once more, Is not your Father grown incapable Of reasonable Affairs? Is he not Stupid With Age, and altring Rheums? Can he fpeak? Hear ? Know Man from Man? Difpute his own Estate? Lyes he not Bed-rid? And again, does nothing But what he did, being Childish? Flo. No, good Sir; He has his Health, and ampler Strength indeed Pol. By my white Beard, You offer him, if this be fo, a wrong Shoud chufe himself a Wife, but as good reason Flo. I yield all this; But for fome other Reafons, my grave Sir, Pol. Pol. Let him know't. Fle. He fhall not. Pol. Prethee let him. Fle. No; he must not. Shep. Let him, my Son, he fhall not need to grieve, At knowing of thy Choice. Flo. Come, come, he muft not: Mark our Contract. Pol. Mark your Divorce, young Sir, [Difcovering himself. Whom Son I dare not call: Thou art too bafe To be acknowledg'd. Thou a Scepter's Heir, That thus affects a Sheep-hook? Thou old Traytor, I am forry that by hanging thee, I can But fhorten thy Life one Week. And thou fresh Piece Shep. Oh my Heart! Pol. I'll have thy Beauty scratch'd with Briars, and made That thou no more fhalt fee this Knack, as never That makes himself, but for our Honour therein, Per. Even here undone : I was not much afraid; for once or twice [Exit. Looks on alike. Wilt please you, Sir, be gone? [To Flo. Flo. Now, good Camillo, I am fo fraught with curious Business, that Cam. Sir, I think You have heard of my poor Services, i'th' love Have you deferv'd: It is my Father's Mufick If you may pleafe to think I love the King, I'll point you where you shall have fuch receiving Flo. How, Camillo, May this, almoft a Miracle, be done? That I may call thee fomething 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 what we wildly do, fo we profess Our felves to be the Slaves of Chances, and Flies Of every Wind that blows. Cam. Then lift to me: Tais follows, if you will not change your purpose, But undergo this Flight; make for Sicilia, And there present your felf, and your fair Princefs, (For fo I fee fhe muft be) 'fore Leontes; She She shall be habited, as it becomes The Partner of your Bed. Methinks I fee His Welcomes forth; asks thee, the Son, forgiveness, What colour for my Vifitation fhall I Cam. Sent by the King your Father To greet him, and to give him Comforts. Sir, Flo. I am bound to you : There is fome Sap in this. Cam. A courfe more promifing, Than a wild Dedication of your felves To unpath'd Waters, undream'd Shores; moft certain, Whose fresh Complexion, and whofe Heart together, Per. One of these is true: I think Affliction may fubdue the Check, But not take in the Mind. Cam. Yea, fay you fo? There fhall not at your Father's House, these feven Years, Be born another fuch. |