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But not deliver'd. 0, hear me breath my life
Before this ancient Sir, who, it should seem,
Hath sometime lovd: I take thy hand; this hand,
As soft as dove's down, and as white as it;
Or Ethiopian's tooth, or the faun'd snow,
That's bolted by the northeru blasts twice o'er.

Pol. What follows this?
How prettily the young swain seems to wash
The hand, was fair before! - I have put you out:
But, to your protestaion; let me hear
What you profess.
Flo. Do, and be witness to't.
Pol. And this my neighbour too?
Flo. And he, and more
Than he, and men; the earth, the heavens, and all :
That, - were I crown'd the most imperial monarch,
Thereof most worthy; were I the fairest youth
That ever made eye swerve; had force, and know-

ledge, More than was ever man's, I would not prize

them, Without her love: for her, employ them all; Commend them, and condemn them, to her service, Or to their own perdition. Pol. Fairly offer'd. Cam. This shows a sound affection.

Shep. But, my daughter,
Say you the like to him?

Per. I cannot speak
So well, nothing so well; no, nor mean better:
By the pattern of mine own thoughts I cut out
The purity of his.

Shep. Take hands, a bargain;
And, friends unknown, you shall bear witness to't:
I give my daughter to him, and will make
Her portion equal his.



Flo. 0, chat must be
I'the virtue of your daughter: one being dead,
I shall have more than you can dream of yet ;
Enough then for your wonder: But, come on,
Contract us 'fore these witnesses.

Shep. Come, your hand;
And, daughter, yours.

Pol. Soft, swain, a while, 'beseech you;
Have you a father?

Flo. I have: But what of him?
Pol. Knows he of this?
Flo. 'He neither does, nor shall.

Pol. Methinks, a father
Is, as the nuptial of his son, a guest
That best becomes the table. Pray yoll, once more;
Is not your father grown incapable
Of reasonable affairs ? is he not stupid
With age, and altering rheums? Can he speak?

Know man from man? dispute his own estate ?
Lies he not bed rid ? and again docs nothing,
But what he did being childish

Flo. No, good Sir:
He has his health, and ampler strength, indeed.
Than most have of his age.

Pol. By my white beard,
You offer him, if this be so, a wrong
Something unfilial: Reáson, my son
Should choose himself a wife ; but as good reason,
The father, (all whose joy is nothing else
But fair posterity,) should hold some counsel
In such a business.

Flo. I yield all this;
But, for some other reasons, my grave Sir,
Which 'tis not fit you know, I not acquaint
My father of this business.

Pol. Let him know't.
Flo. He shall not.
Pol. Prigthee, let him.
Flo. No, he must not.
Shep. Let him, my son; he shall not need to

grieve At knowing of thy choice.

Flo. Come, come he must not: -
Mark our contract.
Pol. Mark your divorce, young Sir,

[Discovering himself,
Whom son I dare not call; thon art too base
To be acknowledg'd: Thou a scepter's heir,
That thus affect's a sheep-hook! Thou old traitor,
I am sorry, that, by hanging thee, I can buit
Shorten thy life one week. And thon, fresh piece
Of excellent witchcraft; who, of force, must know
The royal fool thou cop'st with;

Shep. O, my heart!
Pol. I'll have thy beauty scratch'd with briars,

and made
More homely than thy state. - For thee, fond boy, --
If I may ever know, thou dost bit sigh,
That thou no more shalt see this knack, (as never
I mean thou shalt,) we'll bar thee from succession;
Not hold thee of our blood, no not our kin,
Far than Deucalion off: Mark thou my words;
Follow us to the court - Thou churl, for this time,
Though full of our displeasure, yet we free thee
From the dead blow of it. -- And you, enchantment,
Worihy enough a herdsman; yea, him ton,
That makes himself, but for our honour therein,
Unworthy thee, if ever, henceforth, thout
These rural latches to his car ncc openi,
Or hoop his body more with ly embraces,

I will devise a death as cruel for thee,
As thou art tender to't.

Per. Even here undone!
I was not much afeard: for once, or twice,
I was about to speak; and tell hint plainly,
The selfsame sun, that shines upon his court,
Hides not his visage from our cottage, but
Looks on alike. Wilt please you, Sir, be gone?

(To FLORIZEL. I told you, what would come of this: 'Beseech you, Of your own state take care: this dream of mine, Being now awake, I'll queen it no inch further, But milk my ewes, and weep.

Cam. Why, how now, father?
Speak, ere thon diest.

Shep. I cannot speak, nor think,
Nor dare to know that which I know. O Sir,

You have undone a man of fourscore three,
That thought to fill his grave in quiet; yea,
To die upon the bed my father died,
To lie close by his honest bones: but now
Some hangman must put on my shroud, and lay me
Where no priest shovels-in dust. - O cursed wretch!

[ To PERDITA. That knew'st this was the Prince, and would'st ad.

To mingle faith with him. Undone! undone!
If I might die within this hour, I have liv'd
To die when I desire.

Flo. Why look you so upon me?
I am but sorry, not afeard; delay'd,
But nothing alter'd: What I was, I am:
More straining on, for plucking back; not follow-

ing My leash inwillingly.

Cam. Gracions my Lord,
You know your father's temper: at this time
He will allow 10 speech, which, I do guess,
You do not purpose to him; and as hardly
Will he endure your sight as yet, I fear:
Then, 'till the fury of his Highness settle,
Come not before him.

Flo. I not purpose it.
I think, Camillo.

Cam. Even he, my Lord.
Per. How often have I told you, 'twould be thus ?
How often said, my dignity would last
But till 'twere known?

Flo. I 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
Am heir to my affection.

Cam: Be advis'd.
"Flo. I am; and by my fancy: if my reason
Whill 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 gleand; for all the sun sces, or
The close earth wombs, or the profound seas hide
In unknown fathoms, will I break my oath
To this my fair belov'd: Therefore, I pray you,
As you have e'er been my father's honour'd friend,
When he shall miss me, (as, in faith, I mean not
To see him any more,) cast your good counsels
Upon his passion; Let myself, and fortune,

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