Tug for the time to come. This you may know, And so deliver, With her, whom here I cannot hold on shore; For this design. What course I mean to hold, Cam. O, my Lord, I would your spirit were easier for advice, Flo. Hark, Perdita. I'll hear you by and by. Cam. He's irremovable, [Takes her aside. [To CAMILLO. Resolv'd for flight: Now were I happy, if Save him from danger, do him love and honour: And that unhappy King, my master, whom Flo. Now, good Camillo, I am so fraught with curious business, that I leave out ceremony. Cam. Sir, I think, [Going. You have heard of my poor services, i'the love Flo. Very nobly Have you deserv'd: it is my father's musick, To speak your deeds; not little of his care If you 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 settled project ay suffer alteration,) on mine honour Fll point you where you shall have such receiving 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 the unthought-on accident is guilty To what we wildly do; so we profess Ourselves to be the slaves of chance, and flies 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 Princess, The partner of your bed. Methinks, I see His welcomes forth: asks thee, the son, forgiveness, Flo. Worthy Camillo, What colour for my visitation shall Į Cam. Sent by the King your father To greet him, and to give him comforts. Sir, The which shall point you forth, at every sitting, Flo. I am bound to you: Cam. A course more promising To unpath'd waters, undream'd shores; most certain, Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together 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 Be born another such. Flo. My good Camillo, years, She is as forward of her breeding, as I'the rear of birth. Cam. I cannot say, 'tis pity She lacks instructions; for she shems a mistress Por. Your pardon, Sir, for this; I'll blush you thanks. Flo. My prettiest Perdita. But, O, the thorns we stand upon! Preserver of my father, now of me; The medicin of our house! how shall we do? 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, word. one [They talk aside. Enter AUTOLYCUS. Aut. Ha, ha! what a fool honesty is! and trust, his sworn brother, a very simple gentlem in! I have sold all my trumpery; not a counterfeit stone, not a riband, glass, pomander, brooch, table-book, ballad, 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 brought a benediction to the buyer: by which means, I saw whose purse 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 to me, that all their other senses stuck in ears: you might have pinch'd a placket, it was senseless; 'twas nothing, to geld a codpiece of à purse; I would have filed keys off, that hung in 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 there So soon as you arrive, shall clear that doubt. Cam. Shall satisfy your father. Leontes, All, that you speak, shows fair. [Seeing AUTOLYCUS: We'll make an instrument of this; omit Nothing, may give us aid. Aut. If they have overheard me now, hanging. why [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, be the worst, yet hold thee, there's some boot. Aut. I am a poor fellow, Sir: enough. I know ye well {Aside. |