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Tug for the time to come. This you may know,
And so deliver, I am put to sea
Wiili her, whom here I cannot hold on shose;
And, most opportune to our need, I have
A vessel rides fast by, but not prepar'd
For this design. What course I mean to hold,
Shall nothing benefit your knowledge, nor
Concern me the reporting.

Cam. O, my Lord,
I would your spirit were easier for advice,
Or stronger for your need.
Flo. Hark, Perdita.

(Takes her aside, I'll bear you by and by.

(TO CAMILLO.
Cam. He's irremovable,
Resolv'd for Night: Now were I happy, if
His going I could frame to serve my turn;
Save him from danger, do him love and honour:
Purchase the sight again of dear Sicilia,
And that unhappy King, my master, whom
I so much thirst to sie.

Flo. Now, good Camillo,
I am so fraught with curious business, that
I leave out ceremony.

[ Going.
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 musick,
To speak your deeds; not little of his care
To have them recompens'd as thought on.

Cam. Well,
If yon may please to think I love the King;
And, hrough him, what is nearest to him, which is
Your gracious self; embrace but my direction,
(If you more ponderous and seitled project
It ay suffer alteration, ) on mine honour

my Lord,

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Ill point you where you shall have such receiving
As shall become your Highness; where you may
Enjoy your mistress; (from the whom, I see,
There's no disjunction to be made, but by,
As heavens forefend! your min:) 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?
That I may call thee something more than man,
And, after that, trust to thee.

Cam. Have you thought on
A place, whereto you'll go ?

Flo. Not any yet:
But as the unthought-on accident is guilty
To what we wildly do; so we profess
Ourselves to be the slaves of chance, and fies
Of every wind that blows.

Cam. Then list 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 ncess,
(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, forgivenese,
As 'twere i'the father's person: kisses the hands
Of your fresh Princess: o'er and o'er divides him
'Twixt his unkindness and his kindness; the one
He chides to hell, and bids the other grow,
Faster than thought, or time.

Flo. Worthy Camillo,
What colour for my visitation shall !
Hold up before liim ?

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 is three, I'll write you

down:
The which shall point you forth, at every sitting,
What 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
To unpath'd waters, undream'd shores; most certain,
To miseries enough: no hope to help you;
But, as you shake off one, to take another:
Nothing so certain, as your anchors; who
Do their best office, if they can but stay you
Where you'll be loth to be: Besides, you know,
Prosperity's the very bond of love;
Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together
Affiction alters.

Per. One of these is true :
I think, affliction may subdue the cheek,
But not take in the mind.

Cam. Yea, say you so?
There shall not at your father's house, these seven

years, Bc born another such.

Flo. My good Camillo,
She is as forward of her breeding, as
I'the rear of birih.

Cam. I cannot say, 'tis pity
She lacks instructions; for she shems a mistress
To most that teach.

Por. Your pardon, Sir, for this;
I'll blush you thanks.

Flo. My prettiest Perdita.
But, 0, the thorns we stand upon! Camillo,
Preserver of my father, now of me;
The medicin of our house! - how shall we do?
We are not furnish'd like Bohemia's son;
Nor shall appear in Sicily

Cam. My Lord,
Fear none of this: I think, you know, my fortunes
Do all lie there: it shall be so my care
To have you royally appointed, as if
The scene you play, were mine. For instance, Sir,
That you may know you shall not want,

word. ( They talk aside.

one

9

Enter AUTOLYCUS. Aut. Ha, ha! what a fool honesty is ! and trust, his sworn brother, a very simple genulem in! I have sold all my trumpery; not a counterfeit stone, not a riband, glass, romander, brooch, table-book, bal. lad, knife, tape, glove, shoe-tye, bracelet, hornring, to keep my pack from fasting: they throng who shall buy first; as if my trinkets had been hallowed, and bronght a benediction to the buyer: by which means, I saw whose prirse was best in picture; and, what I saw, to my good use, I remem. her'd. My clown (who wants but something to be a reasonable man, ) grew so in love with the wench. es' song, that he would not stir his pettitoes, till he had both tune and words; which so drew the rest of the herd io me, that all their other senses stuck in ears: you might have pinch'd a placket, it was senseless ; 'twas nothing eld a odpiece of à purse; I would have filed keys off, that hung in

to

chains: no hearing, no feeling, but my sir's song, 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 hubbub against his daughter and the King's son, and scared my choughs from the chaff, I had not left a purse alive in the whole army. CAMILLO, FLORIZEL, and PERDITA, come for.

ward. Cam. Nay, but my letters by this means being

tliere 80 soon as you arrive, shall clear that doubt. Flo. And those that you'll procure from King

Leontes,
Cam. Shall satisfy your father.

Per. Happy be you!
All, that you speak, shows fair.
Cam. Who have we here?

[Seeing AUTOLICOS: We'll make an instrument of this; omit Nothing, may give us aid.

Aut. If they have overheard me now, why hanging.

(Aside. Cam. How now, good fellow? Why shakest thou so ? Fear not man; here's no harm intended to thee. 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, bc the worst, yet hold thee, there's some boot. Aut. I am a

poor fellow, Sir: I know ye well cnough.

[Aside.

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