More straining on, for plucking back; not following My leash unwillingly. Cam. Gracious my lord, You know your father's temper. At this time Flo. I think, Camillo. Cam. I not purpose it. 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 my faith; and then Let nature crush the sides o' the earth together, And mar the seeds within!-Lift up thy looks :From my succession wipe me, father! I Am heir to my affection. Cam. Be advised. Flo. I am; and by my fancy:1 if my reason If not, my senses, better pleased with madness, Cam. This is desperate, sir. Flo. So call it; but it does fulfil my vow; I needs must think it honesty. Camillo, Not for Bohemia, nor the pomp that may Be thereat gleaned; for all the sun sees, or The close earth wombs, or the profound seas hide In unknown fathoms, will I break my oath To this my fair beloved. Therefore, I pray you, As you have e'er been my father's honored 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 1 Fancy here means love, as in other places already pointed out. Tug for the time to come. This you may know, With her whom here I cannot hold on shore; 1 A vessel rides fast by, but not prepared For this design. What course I mean to hold Cam. O, my lord, I would your spirit were easier for advice, Or stronger for your need. Flo. Hark, Perdita.-[Takes her aside. I'll hear you by-and-by. [TO CAMILLO. He's irremovable; Cam. Flo. Now, good Camillo, I am so fraught with curious business, that You have heard of my poor services, i' the love Flo. [Going. Well, my lord, If you may please to think I love the king; I'll point you where you shall have such receiving 1 "Our need." The old copy reads her. The emendation is Theobald's. As shall become your highness; where you may 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. A place, whereto you'll go? Flo. Have you thought on 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 Cam. Then list to me. This follows,-if you will not change your purpose, And there present yourself, and your fair princess, The partner of your bed. Methinks I see Flo. Worthy Camillo, What color for my visitation shall I Hold up before him? 1 This unthought-on accident is the unexpected discovery made by Polixenes. 2 Guilty to, though it sound harsh to our ears, was the phraseology of Shakspeare. 3 The old copy reads, "thee there son." The correction was made in the third folio. Cam. 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 every sitting,1 What you must say; that he shall not perceive, But that you have your father's bosom there, And speak his very heart. Sent by the king your father Flo. There is some sap in this. I am bound to you. A course more promising Than a wild dedication of yourselves To unpathed waters, undreamed 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. 2 Cam. Yea, say you so? There shall not, at your father's house, these seven years, Be born another such. Flo. My good Camillo, She is as forward of her breeding, as Cam. I cannot say, 'tis pity She lacks instructions; for she seems a mistress Per. I'll blush Your pardon, sir, for this; you thanks. 1 The council-days were called sittings, in Shakspeare's time. 2 To take in, is to conquer, to get the better of. Flo. My prettiest Perdita. But, O the thorns we stand upon !—Camillo,- The medicine of our house!-how shall we do? Nor shall appear in Sicilia Cam. My lord, Fear none of this. I think you know my fortunes To have you royally appointed, as if The scene you play were mine. For instance, sir, That you may know you shall not want,-one word. [They talk aside. Enter AUTOLYCUS. Aut. Ha, ha! what a fool honesty is! And trust, his sworn brother, a very simple gentleman! I have sold all my trumpery; not a counterfeit stone, not a riband, glass, pomander,' brooch, table-book, ballad, knife, tape, glove, shoe-tie, bracelet, horn-ring, to keep my pack from fasting; they throng who should 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 remembered. My clown (who wants but something to be a reasonable man) grew so in love with the wenches' 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 pinched 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 admiring the nothing of it. So that, in this time of lethargy, I picked and cut most of their festival purses; and had not the old man come in with a whoobub against his daughter and the king's son, 1 Pomanders were little balls of perfumed paste, worn in the pocket, or hung about the neck, and even sometimes suspended to the wrist. The name is derived from pomme d'ambre. |