Shep. Leave your prating; fince thefe good men are pleas'd, let them come in; but quickly now. Here a dance of twelve Satyrs. Pol. O, father, you'll know more of that hereafter. To load my fhe with knacks: I would have ranfack'd Flo. Old Sir, I know, She prizes not fuch trifles as these are; The gifts, the looks from me, are packt and lockt That's bolted by the northern blast twice o'er. How prettily the young fwain feems to wash What you profefs. Flo. Do, and be witnefs to't. Pol. And this my neighbour too? Flo. And he, and more Than he, and men; the earth, and heav'ns, and all; That were I crown'd the most imperial monarch Thereof moft worthy, were I the fairest youth That ever made eye fwerve, had force and knowledge More 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 fervice, Or to their own perdition. 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. Shep. Take hands, a bargain; And, friends unknown, you fhall bear witness 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, fwain, a-while; 'beseech you, Have father? you a 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 fon, a guest 1 That beft becomes the table: 'pray you once more, Is not your father grown incapable Of reasonable affairs? is he not ftupid With age, and alt'ring rheums? can he fpeak? hear? Flo. No, good Sir; He has his health, and ampler ftrength, indeed, Pol. Pol. By my white beard, You offer him, if this be fo, a wrong Something unfilial: Reafon, my fon Should chufe himself a wife; but as good reafon, But fair pofterity) fhould hold fome counfel Flo. I yield all this; But for fome other réafons, my grave Sir, Pol. Let him know't. Pol. Pr'ythee, let him. Flo. No; he must not. Shep. Let him, my fon, 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, [Discovering himself. Whom fon I dare not call: thou art too base To be acknowledg'd. Thou a fcepter's heir, That thus affect'ft a fheep-hook! Thou old traitor, I'm forry, that, by hanging thee, I can but Shorten thy life one week. And thou fresh piece Of excellent witchcraft, who of force muft know The royal fool thou coap'ft with Shep. O my heart! Pol. I'll have thy beauty fcratch'd with briars, and made That thou no more fhalt fee this knack, as never Unworthy thee; if ever, henceforth, thou Per. Even here undone: I was not much afraid; for once or twice [Exit. Looks on alike. Wilt pleafe you, Sir, be gone? [To Flor. Cam. Why, how now, father? Shep. I cannot speak, nor think, Nor dare to know that which I know. O Sir, [T. Flor. That thought to fill his grave in quiet; yea, To lie close by his honeft bones; but now Some hangman must put on my shroud, and lay me If I might die within this hour, I have liv'd Flo. Why look you Lo upon me? I am but forry, not afraid; delay'd, But nothing alter'd: what I was, I am; [Exit. More ftraining on, for plucking back; not following My leafh unwillingly. Cam. Gracious my Lord, You know your father's temper: at this time Then, Then, 'till the fury of his Highness fettle, 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 faid, my dignity would last But 'till 'twere known? Flo. It cannot fail, but by The violation of my faith, and then Let Nature crufh the fides o'th' earth together, Am heir to my affection. Cam. Be advis'd. Flo. I am; and by my fancy; if my reason Cam. This is defperate, Sir. Flo. So call it; but it does fulfil my vow; With her, whom here I cannot hold on fhore; Cam. O my Lord, VOL. III. I |