I am but sorry, not affear"d: delaid, But nothing altred: What I was, I am: More straining on, for plucking backe; not following My leash vnwillingly
Cam. Gracious my Lord, You know my Fathers temper: at this time He will allow no speech: (which I do ghesse You do not purpose to him:) and as hardly Will he endure your sight, as yet I feare; Then till the fury of his Highnesse settle Come not before him
Flo. I not purpose it: I thinke Camillo
Cam. Euen he, my Lord
Per. How often haue I told you "twould be thus?
How often said my dignity would last But till "twer knowne?
Flo. It cannot faile, but by The violation of my faith, and then Let Nature crush the sides o"th earth together, And marre the seeds within. Lift vp thy lookes: From my succession wipe me (Father) I Am heyre to my affection
Cam. Be aduis"d
Flo. I am: and by my fancie, if my Reason Will thereto be obedient: I haue reason: If not, my sences better pleas"d with madnesse, Do bid it welcome
Cam. This is desperate (sir.) Flo. So call it: but it do"s fulfill my vow: I needs must thinke it honesty. Camillo, Not for Bohemia, nor the pompe that may Be thereat gleaned: for all the Sun sees, or The close earth wombes, or the profound seas, hides In vnknowne fadomes, will I breake my oath To this my faire belou"d: Therefore, I pray you, As you haue euer bin my Fathers honour"d friend, When he shall misse me, as (in faith I meane not To see him any more) cast your good counsailes Vpon his pa.s.sion: Let my selfe, and Fortune Tug for the time to come. This you may know, And so deliuer, I am put to Sea With her, who heere I cannot hold on sh.o.r.e: And most opportune to her neede, I haue A Vessell rides fast by, but not prepar"d For this designe. What course I meane to hold Shall nothing benefit your knowledge, nor Concerne me the reporting
Cam. O my Lord, I would your spirit were easier for aduice, Or stronger for your neede
Flo. Hearke Perdita, Ile heare you by and by
Cam. Hee"s irremoueable, Resolu"d for flight: Now were I happy if His going, I could frame to serue my turne, Saue him from danger, do him loue and honor, Purchase the sight againe of deere Sicillia, And that vnhappy King, my Master, whom I so much thirst to see
Flo. Now good Camillo, I am so fraught with curious businesse, that I leaue out ceremony
Cam. Sir, I thinke You haue heard of my poore seruices, i"th loue That I haue borne your Father?
Flo. Very n.o.bly Haue you deseru"d: It is my Fathers Musicke To speake your deeds: not little of his care To haue them recompenc"d, as thought on
Cam. Well (my Lord) If you may please to thinke I loue the King, And through him, what"s neerest to him, which is Your gracious selfe; embrace but my direction, If your more ponderous and setled proiect May suffer alteration. On mine honor, Ile point you where you shall haue such receiuing As shall become your Highnesse, where you may Enioy your Mistris; from the whom, I see There"s no disiunction to be made, but by (As heauens forefend) your ruine: Marry her, And with my best endeuours, in your absence, Your discontenting Father, striue to qualifie And bring him vp to liking
Flo. How Camillo May this (almost a miracle) be done?
That I may call thee something more then man, And after that trust to thee
Cam. Haue you thought on A place whereto you"l go?
Flo. Not any yet: But as th" vnthought-on accident is guiltie To what we wildely do, so we professe Our selues to be the slaues of chance, and flyes Of euery winde that blowes
Cam. Then list to me: This followes, if you will not change your purpose But vndergo this flight: make for Sicillia, And there present your selfe, and your fayre Princesse, (For so I see she must be) "fore Leontes; She shall be habited, as it becomes The partner of your Bed. Me thinkes I see Leontes opening his free Armes, and weeping His Welcomes forth: asks thee there Sonne forgiuenesse, As "twere i"th" Fathers person: kisses the hands Of your fresh Princesse; ore and ore diuides him, "Twixt his vnkindnesse, and his Kindnesse: th" one He chides to h.e.l.l, and bids the other grow Faster then Thought, or Time
Flo. Worthy Camillo, What colour for my Visitation, shall I Hold vp before him?
Cam. Sent by the King your Father To greet him, and to giue him comforts. Sir, The manner of your bearing towards him, with What you (as from your Father) shall deliuer, Things knowne betwixt vs three, Ile write you downe, The which shall point you forth at euery sitting What you must say: that he shall not perceiue, But that you haue your Fathers Bosome there, And speake his very Heart
Flo. I am bound to you: There is some sappe in this
Cam. A Course more promising, Then a wild dedication of your selues To vnpath"d Waters, vndream"d Sh.o.r.es; most certaine, To Miseries enough: no hope to helpe you, But as you shake off one, to take another: Nothing so certaine, as your Anchors, who Doe their best office, if they can but stay you, Where you"le be loth to be: besides you know, Prosperitie"s the very bond of Loue, Whose fresh complexion, and whose heart together, Affliction alters
Perd. One of these is true: I thinke Affliction may subdue the Cheeke, But not take-in the Mind
Cam. Yea? say you so?
There shall not, at your Fathers House, these seuen yeeres Be borne another such
Flo. My good Camillo, She"s as forward, of her Breeding, as She is i"th" reare" our Birth
Cam. I cannot say, "tis pitty She lacks Instructions, for she seemes a Mistresse To most that teach
Perd. Your pardon Sir, for this, Ile blush you Thanks
Flo. My prettiest Perdita.
But O, the Thornes we stand vpon: (Camillo) Preseruer of my Father, now of me, The Medicine of our House: how shall we doe?
We are not furnish"d like Bohemia"s Sonne, Nor shall appeare in Sicilia
Cam. My Lord, Feare none of this: I thinke you know my fortunes Doe all lye there: it shall be so my care, To haue you royally appointed, as if The Scene you play, were mine. For instance Sir, That you may know you shall not want: one word.
Enter Autolicus.
Aut. Ha, ha, what a Foole Honestie is? and Trust (his sworne brother) a very simple Gentleman. I haue sold all my Tromperie: not a counterfeit Stone, not a Ribbon, Gla.s.se, Pomander, Browch, Table-booke, Ballad, Knife, Tape, Gloue, Shooe-tye, Bracelet, Horne-Ring, to keepe my Pack from fasting: they throng who should buy first, as if my Trinkets had beene hallowed, and brought a benediction to the buyer: by which meanes, I saw whose Purse was best in Picture; and what I saw, to my good vse, I remembred. My Clowne (who wants but something to be a reasonable man) grew so in loue with the Wenches Song, that hee would not stirre his Petty-toes, till he had both Tune and Words, which so drew the rest of the Heard to me, that all their other Sences stucke in Eares: you might haue pinch"d a Placket, it was sencelesse; "twas nothing to gueld a Cod-peece of a Purse: I would haue fill"d Keyes of that hung in Chaynes: no hearing, no feeling, but my Sirs Song, and admiring the Nothing of it. So that in this time of Lethargie, I pickd and cut most of their Festiuall Purses: And had not the old-man come in with a Whoo-bub against his Daughter, and the Kings Sonne, and scar"d my Chowghes from the Chaffe, I had not left a Purse aliue in the whole Army
Cam. Nay, but my Letters by this meanes being there So soone as you arriue, shall cleare that doubt
Flo. And those that you"le procure from King Leontes?
Cam. Shall satisfie your Father
Perd. Happy be you: All that you speake, shewes faire
Cam. Who haue we here?
Wee"le make an Instrument of this: omit Nothing may giue vs aide
Aut. If they haue ouer-heard me now: why hanging
Cam. How now (good Fellow) Why shak"st thou so? Feare not (man) Here"s no harme intended to thee
Aut. I am a poore Fellow, Sir
Cam. Why, be so still: here"s no body will steale that from thee: yet for the out-side of thy pouertie, we must make an exchange; therefore dis-case thee instantly (thou must thinke there"s a necessitie in"t) and change Garments with this Gentleman: Though the penny-worth (on his side) be the worst, yet hold thee, there"s some boot
Aut. I am a poore Fellow, Sir: (I know ye well enough.) Cam. Nay prethee dispatch: the Gentleman is halfe fled already
Aut. Are you in earnest, Sir? (I smell the trick on"t.) Flo. Dispatch, I prethee
Aut. Indeed I haue had Earnest, but I cannot with conscience take it
Cam. Vnbuckle, vnbuckle.
Fortunate Mistresse (let my prophecie Come home to ye:) you must retire your selfe Into some Couert; take your sweet-hearts Hat And pluck it ore your Browes, m.u.f.fle your face, Dis-mantle you, and (as you can) disliken The truth of your owne seeming, that you may (For I doe feare eyes ouer) to Ship-boord Get vndescry"d
Perd. I see the Play so lyes, That I must beare a part
Cam. No remedie: Haue you done there?
Flo. Should I now meet my Father, He would not call me Sonne
Cam. Nay, you shall haue no Hat: Come Lady, come: Farewell (my friend.) Aut. Adieu, Sir