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Tho' full of our displeasure, yet we free thee
From the dead blow of it. And you, enchantment,
Worthy enough a herdsman ; yea him too,
That makes himself, but for our honour therein,
Unworthy thee; if ever, henceforth, thou
These rural latches to his entrance open,
Or hoop his body more with thy embraces,
I will devise a death as cruel for thee,
As thou art tender to it.

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S CE N E VIII.
Per. Even here, undone,
I was not much afraid'; for once or twice
I was about to speak, and tell him plainly,
The felf-fame 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 farther, But milk my ewes, and weep.

Cam. Why, how now, father? Speak, ere thou dieft.

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

O Şir,

[To Florizel. You have undone a man of fourfcore three ,

I was not much afraid ; &c.] fourscore three, &c.] These fen, The Character is here finely suf- timents, which the Poet has tained. To have made her quite heighten’d by a strain of ridicule astonished on the king's discovery that runs thro' them, admirably of himself, had not become her characterise the speaker ; whose birth ; and to have given her selfishness is seen in concealing presence of mind to have made the adventure of Perdita ; and this reply to the King, had not here supported, by shewing no become her education.

regard for his son or her, but WARBURTON. being taken up entirely with ? You have undone a man of himself, though four score three.

WARBURTON.

That

That thought to fill his grave in quiet; yea,
To die upon the bed my father dy'd,
To lie close by his honest bones ; but now
Some hangman must put on my shrowd, and lay me
Where no priest shovels in duft. O cursed wretch !

(To Perdita. That knew'ft this was the Prince, and would'ft ad

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

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S C Ε Ν Ε IX. Flo. Why look you

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upon me?
I am but forry, not afraid ; delay'd,
But nothing alter'd: what I was, I am;
More straining on, for plucking back ; not following
My leash unwillingly.

Cam. Gracious my Lord,
You know your father's temper: at this time
He will allow no 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. It cannot fail, but by
The violation of thy faith, and then
Let nature crush the sides o'th' earth together,
And mar the feeds within-Lift up thy looks-
From my succession wipe me, father, I
Am heir to my affection.
Cam. Be advis'd.

Flo.

Flo. I am ; and by my fancy * ; if my reason
Will 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 Bobemia, nor the pomp that may
Be thereat glean’d; for all the sun sees, or
The close earth wombs, or the profound feas hide
In unknown fathoms, will I break my oath
To this my

fair belov'd : therefore, I pray you,
As you have ever been my father's 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
Tug for the time to come. This you may know,
And so deliver, I am put to sea
With her, whom here I cannot hold on shore
And, moft 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-
I'll hear you by and by.

[To Camillo. Cam. (aside.] He's irremoveable, Refolv'd for fight: 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 fight again of dear Sicilia, And that unhappy King, my master, whom I so much thirst to fee.

* It must be remembered that fancy in this authour very often, as in this place, means love.

Flo.

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

Cam. Sir, I think,
You have heard of my poor services, o'th' 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 recompenc'd, as thought on.

Cam. Well, my Lord,
If

you may please to think I love the King,
And through him, what's nearest to him, which is
Your gracious self, embrace but my direction.
If your more ponderous and settled project
May suffer alteration, on mine honour,
I'll point you where you shall have such 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 best endeavours, in your absence,
Your discontented father I'll 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 th’unthought-on accident is guilty
Of what we wildly do, so we profess
Ourselves to be the saves of chance, and flies
Of every wind that blows.

Cam. Then list to me.

* As chance has driven me to myself to chance to be conducted these extremities, so I commit through them.

This follows. If you will not change your purpose,
But undergo this fight, make for Sicilia ;
And there present yourself, and your fair Princess,
For so, I fee, she must be, 'fore Leontes.
She shall 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 son, forgiveness,
As 'twere 'ith' father's person ; kisses the hands
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 down’; The which shall point you forth at ev'ry 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. 3 Things known betwixt us at every fitting, ) Every fit.

three I'll write you down, ting, says Mr. Tbeobald, methinks, The which shall point you forth gives us but a very poor idea. But at ev'ry fitting,

a poor

idea is better than pone; What you must Jay;] Every which it comes to, when he has Sitting, methinks, gives but a alter'd it to every fitting. The very poor Idea. Every fitting, truth is, the common reading is as I have ventur’d to correct the very expressive ; and means, at Text, means, very convenient every audience you shall have of Opportunity: every Juncture, the King and Council. The when it is fit to speak of such, Council days being, in our au. or fuch, a Point. THEOBALD. thor's time, called, in common The which shall point you forth speech, the Sittings.

WARB.

Cam,

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