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But notdeliver'd.—O, hear me breathe my life
Pol. What follows this ?—
Flo. Do, and be witness to't.
Pol. And this my neighbour too?
Flo. And he, and more
Than he, and men; the earth, the heavens, and all:
Pol Fairly offer'd.
Cam. This shows a sound affection.
Shep. But, my daughter,
Say you the like to him?
Per. I cannot speak
So well, nothing so well; no, nor mean better:
Shep. Take hands, a bargain;
And, friends unknown you shall bear witness to't:
5 or the fann'd maw,
That's bolted, fyc.] The fine sieve used by millers to separate flower from bran is called a bolting cloth.
I give my daughter to him, and will make
Flo. O, that must be
I'the virtue of your daughter: one being dead,
Shep. Come, your hand;
And, daughter, yours.
Pol. Soft, swain, awhile, 'beseech you;
Have you a father?
Flo. I have: But what of him?
Pol. Knows he of this?
Flo. He neither does, nor shall.
Pol. Methinks, a father
Flo. No, good sir;
He has his health, and ampler strength, indeed,
Pol. By my white beard,
You offer him, if this be so, a wrong
* dispute his own estate ?] Perhaps for dispute we might read
compute: but dispute his estate may be the same with talk over his affairs. Johnson.
Flo. I yield all this;
But, for some other reasons, my grave sir,
Pol. Let him know't.
Flo. He shall not.
Pol. Pr'ythee, let him.
Flo. No, he must not.
Shep. Let him, my son; he shall not need to grieve At knowing of thy choice.
Flo. Come, come, he must not:—
Mark our contract.
Pol. Mark your divorce, young sir,
Shep. O, my heart!
Pol. I'll have thy beauty scratch'd with briars,
That makes himself, but for our honour therein,
Unworthy thee,—if ever, henceforth, thou
These rural latches to his entrance open,
Or hoop his body more with thy embraces,
I will devise a death as cruel for thee,
As thou art tender to't. [Exit.
Per. Even here undone!
I was not much afeard :7 for once, or twice,
Cam. Why, how now, father?
Speak, ere thou diest.
Shep. I cannot speak, nor think,
Nor dare to know that which I know.—O, sir,
[To Floeizel. You have undone a man of fourscore three. That thought to fill his grave in quiet; yea, To die upon the bed my father died, To lie close by his honest bones: but now Some hangman must put on my shroud, and lay me Where no priest shovel s-in dust.—O cursed wretch!
[To Perdita. That knew'st this was the prince, and would'st adventure To mingle faith with him.—Undone! undone!
7 I was not much afeard: &c] The character is here finely sustained. To have made her quite astonished at the King's discovery of himself had not become her birth; and to have given her presence of mind to have made this reply to the King, had not become her education. Warburton.
If I might die within this hour, I have liv'd
To die when I desire. [Exit.
Flo. Why look you so upon me?
I am but sorry, not afeard; delay'd,
Cam. Gracious my lord,
You know your father's temper: at this time
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 said, my dignity would last But till 'twere known?
Flo. It cannot fail, but by
The violation of my faith; And then
Cam. Be advis'd.
Flo. I am; and by my fancy:8 if my reason
Cam. This is desperate, sir.
Flo. So call it: but it does fulfil my vow;
'and by my fancy:] It must be remembered that fancy in
our author very often, as in this place, means love.
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