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I would your spirit were easier for advice,
Or stronger for your need.

Flo. Hark, Perdita.-
I'll hear you by ảnd by.

[To Camillo Cam. He's irremovable, Resolv'd for flight: now were I happy, if Ris 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 see.

(Afídeo
Fio. 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, i'th' love
That I have born 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 thorough him, what's nearest to him, which is
Your gracious Telf, embrace but my dire&ion;
(If your more ponderous and settled project
May suffer alteration,) on mine honour,
I'll point you where you shall have such receiving
As shall become your Highness, where you may
Enjoy your mistress ; from the whom, í 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 l'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 mang
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 fies
Of every wind that blows.

Cam. Then lift to me :
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 see, she must be) 'fore Leontes ;
She shall be habited, as ic becomes
The partner of your bed. Methinks, I see
Leontes opening his free arms, and weeping
His welcomes forth ; asks thee, the son, forgiveness,
As 'twere i'th' father's person ; kisses the hands
Of
your

fresh Princess ; o'er and o'er divides him, Twixt his unkindnefs, 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

your father, shall deliver, Things known betwixt us three, I'll write you down; (28) The which shall point you forth at every fitting, What you must say; that he shall not perceive, But that you have your father's bosom there, And speak his very heart. (28) Things known betwixt us three I'll write you down,

The which shall point you fortb at ev'ry litting,

What you muß fay;-) Every fitting, methinks, gives but a very pooridea. Every fitting, as I have ventur'd to correct the text, means, ev'ry convenient opportunity; every juncture, when it is fit to speak of such, or such, a point. So, in the Ten.peft.

For 'tis a chronicle of day by day,
Not a relation for a breakfast, nor
Befitting this first meeting.
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Flo.

you, as from

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, undreamd shores; moft certain,
"To mileries 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,
Whofe fresh complexion and whose heart together
Afiction alters.

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

Cam. Yea, say you so ? "There shall not at your father's house, these seven years, Be born another fuch.

Flo. My good Camillo,
She is as forward of her breeding, as
She is i'th' rear o' our birth.

Cam. I cannot say, 'tis pity
She lacks instructions, for the seems a mistress
To moft that teach.

Per. Your pardon, Sir, for this :
I'll blush

you

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

Cam. My Lord,
Fear none of this: I think, you know,

mny

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 hall not want; one word.

[They talk afide.

Enter

Enter Autolicus. Aut. Ha, ha, what a fool honesty is! and trust, his fworn brother, a very simple gentleman! I have sold: all my trumpery ; (29) not a counterfeit stone, not a ribbon, glass, pomander, browch, table. book, ballad, knife, tape, glove, hoe-tye, bracelet, horn-ring, to keep my pack from fasting : they throng who should buy firit, 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 remember'd. My good clown (who wants but fomething to be a reasonable man) grew fo in love with the wenches long, that he would not stir his pettitoes 'till he had both tune and words; which so dreiv the rest of the herd to me, that all their other fenses ftuck in ears; you might have pinch'd a placket, it was senseless; 'twas nothing to geld a codpiece of a purse; I would have filed keys off, that hung in chains: no hearing, no feeling, but my Sir's song, and ad miring 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 whoo-bub against his. daughter and the King's fon, and scar'd my choughs from the chaff, I had not left a purse alive in the whole army. (Camillo, Florizel, and Perdita come forward.

Cam. Nay; but my letters by this means being there, So soon as you arrive, fall clear that doubt. ·

Fl. And those that you'll procure from King LeontesCam. Shall satisfy your father. Per. Happy be you! (29) Not a counterfeit stone, net a ribbon, &c. to keep my pack from fasining. ] But these wares, all together, would not keep the pack from faftning, unless they crouded it so, that it could not shut clofen. Tbe error is as old as the second folio edition, and from thence continued down. Mr. Pope, who pretends to have collated impressions, might have observ'd that the first folio has it, as I have corrected, fafting.' The metaphor is taken from those who have no provision left. His pack, as it would hold a great deal, might be call'd a devouring pack:. and being now emptied of all its food, it might figuratively be said to have nothing left to stay its stomach.

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All that you speak shews fair.

Cam. Who have we here: [Seeing Autolicus.
We'll make an instrument of this; omit
Nothing may give us aid.
Aut. If they have over-heard me now: why, hanging.

[Aside.
Cam. How now, good fellow,
Why shak'tt thou fo? fear not, man,
Here's no harm intended to thee.

Aut. I am a poor fellow, Sir.

Cam. Why, be so fill; here's nobody will steal that from thee; yet for the outside of thy property, we must make an exchange; therefore discafe thee instantly : (thou muft think, there's a necessity in't) and change garments with this gentleman: tho’the pennyworth, on his fide, be the worst, yet hold thee, there's some boot.

Aut. I am a poor fellow, Sir; (I know ye well enough.)

Cam. Nay, pr’ythee, dispatch: the gentleman is half flead already.

Aut. Are you in earnest, Sir ? (Ifmellthe trick on't.) -
Flo. Dispatch, I pr’ythee.

Aut. Indeed, I have had earnest, but I cannot with conscience take it.

Cam. Unbuckle, unbuckle.
Fortunate miftrefs! (let my prophecy
Come home to ye,) you must retire yourself
Into some covert ; take your sweet-heart's hat,
And pluck it o'er your brows; muffle your face,
Dismantle you; and, as you can, disliken
The truth of your own seeming; that you may
(For I do tear eyes over you) to ship-board
Get undiscry'd.

Per. I see, the play so lies,
That I must bear a part,

Cam. No remedy Have you done there :

Flo. Should I now meet my father, He would not call me son.

Cam. Nay, you fhall have no hat : Come, Lady, come: farewel, my friend.

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