I would your spirit were easier for advice, Flo. Hark, Perdita.- Cam. He's irremovable, [To Camillo. Refolv'd for flight: now were I happy, if And that unhappy King, my master, whom Fio. Now, good Camillo; I am fo fraught with curious business, that Cam. Sir, I think, You have heard of my poor fervices, i'th' love Flo. Very nobly Have you deferv'd it is my father's mufick [Afide If you may pleafe to think I love the King, I'll point you where you fhall have fuch receiving Flo. How, Camillo, May this, almoft a miracle, be done? That I may call thee fomething more than man, Cam. Have you thought on A A place whereto you'll go? Flo. Not any yet: But as th' unthought-on accident is guilty Of what we wildly do, fo we profess Ourselves to be the flaves of chance, and flies Cam. Then lift to me : This follows, if you will not change your purpose, The partner of your bed. Methinks, I fee Flo. Worthy Camillo, What colour for my vifitation shall I Cam. Sent by the King your father To greet him, and to give him comforts. Sir, (28) Things known betwixt us three I'll write you down, What you must fay-] Every fitting, methinks, gives but a very poor idea. 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 fuch, or fuch, a point. So, in the Tempeft. For 'tis a chronicle of day by day, Not a relation for a breakfaft, nor 0 2 Fla. Flo. I am bound to you: There is fome fap in this. Cam. A courfe more promifing Than a wild dedication of yourselves To unpath'd waters, undream'd fhores; moft certain, Whofe fresh complexion and whofe heart together Per. One of these is true: I think, affliction may subdue the cheek, Cam. Yea, fay you fo? There fhall not at your father's houfe, these feven 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 fay, 'tis pity She lacks inftructions, for the feems a miftrefs Per. Your pardon, Sir, for this: I'll blush you thanks. Flo. My prettiest Perdita But, oh, the thorns we ftand upon! Camillo, Preferver of my father, now of me; The medicine of our houfe! how fhall we do? We are not furnish'd like Bohemia's fon, Nor fhall appear in Sicilia-- Cam. My Lord, Fear none of this: I think, you know, my fortunes Do all lie there: it fhall be fo my care To have you royally appointed, as if The fcene, you play, were mine. For instance, Sir, [They talk afide. Enter Enter Autolicus. Aut. Ha, ha, what a fool honesty is! and truft, his fworn brother, a very fimple gentleman! I have fold all my trumpery; (29) not a counterfeit ftone, not a ribbon, glafs, pomander, browch, table-book, ballad, knife, tape, glove, fhoe-tye, bracelet, horn-ring, to keep my pack from fafting: they throng who should buy firft, as if my trinkets had been hallowed, and brought a benediction to the buyer; by which means, I faw whofe purse was best in pi&ure; and what I faw, to my good ufe, I remember'd. My good clown (who wants but fomething to be a reasonable man) grew fo in love with the wenches fong, that he would not ftir his pettitoes 'till he had both tune and words; which fo drew the rest of the herd to me, that all their other fenfes ftuck in ears; you might have pinch'd a placket, it was fenfelefs; 'twas nothing to geld a codpiece of a purfe; I would have filed keys off, that hung in chains: no hearing, no feeling, but my Sir's fong, and admiring the nothing of it. So that in this time of lethargy, I pick'd and cut most of their festival purfes: and had not the old man come in with a whoo-bub against his daughter and the King's fon, and fcar'd my choughs from the chaff, I had not left a purfe alive in the wholearmy. [Camillo, Fiorizel, and Perdita come forward. Cam. Nay; but my letters by this means being there, So foon as you arrive, fhall clear that doubt.. Flo. And thofe that you'll procure from King LeontesCam. Shall fatisfy your father. Per. Happy be you! (29) Not a counterfeit flone, not a ribbon, &c. to keep my pack from faltning.] But thefe wares, all together, would not keep the pack from faftning, unless they crouded it fo, that it could not fhut close. The error is as old as the fecond folio edition, and from thence continued down. Mr. Pope, who pretends to have collated impreffions, might have obferv'd that the firft folio has it, as I have corrected, fafting. The metaphor is taken from thofe who have no provifion 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 faid to have nothing left to flay its ftomach. 0 3 All All that you speak fhews fair. Cam. Who have we here? [Seeing Autolicus. We'll make an inftrument of this; omit Nothing may give us aid. Aut. If they have over-heard me now: why, hanging. Cam. How now, good fellow, Why fhak'st thou fo? fear not, man, Aut. I am a poor fellow, Sir. [Afide. Cam. Why, be fo ftill; here's nobody will fteal that from thee; yet for the outfide of thy property, we must make an exchange; therefore difcafe thee inftantly: (thou must think, there's a neceffity in't) and change garments with this gentleman: tho' the pennyworth, on his fide, be the worst, yet hold thee, there's fome 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? (I fmell the trick on't.)— Flo. Difpatch, I pr'ythee. Aut. Indeed, I have had earneft, but I cannot with confcience take it. Cam. Unbuckle, unbuckle. Fortunate miftrefs! (let my prophecy Come home to ye,) you must retire yourself Per. I fee, the play fo 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 fon. Cam. Nay, you fhall have no hat: Come, Lady, come: farewel, my friend. Aut. |