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I needs must think it honesty. Camillo,
Not for Bohemia, nor the pomp that may
Be thereat glean'd; 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 belov'd: Therefore, I pray you,
As you have e'er been my father's honour'd 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,
Tug for the time to come. This you may know,
And so deliver,—I am put to sea
With her, whom here I cannot hold on shore;
And, most opportune to our need, I have
A vessel rides fast by, but not prepar'd
For this design. What course I mean to hold,
Shall nothing benefit your knowledge, nor
Concern me the reporting.
Cam. O, my lord,
I would your spirit were easier for advice,
Flo. Hark, Perdita. [Takes her aside.
I'll hear you by and by. [To Camillo.
Cam. He's irremovable,
Resolv'd for flight: Now were I happy, if
Flo. Now, good Camillo,
I am so fraught with curious business, that
Cam. Sir, I think,
You have heard of my poor services, i'the love
Flo. Very nobly
Have you deserv'd: it is my father's musick,
Cam. Well, my lord,
If you may please to think I love the king;
Flo. How, Camillo,
May this, almost a miracle, be done?
Cam. Have you thought on
A place, whereto you'll go?
Flo. Not any yet:
But as the unthought-on accident is guilty
Cam. Then list to me:
This follows,—if you will not change your purpose,
9 Your discontenting_/aMer strive to qualify,] Discontenting is in our author's language the same as discontented. 1 But as the unthought-on accident is guilty To what we wildly do;] Guilty to, though it sounds harsh to our ears, was the phraseology of the time, or at least of Shakspeare; and this is one of those passages that should caution us not to disturb his text merely because the language appears different from that now in use. Malone.
But undergo this flight;—Make for Sicilia;
Flo.' Worthy Camillo,
What colour for my visitation shall I
Cam. Sent by the king your father
To greet him, and to give him comforts. Sir,
Flo. I am bound to you:
There is some sap in this.
Cam. A course more promising
Than a wild dedication of yourselves
Per. One of these is true:
I think, affliction may subdue the cheek,
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. Your pardon, sir, for this;
I'll blush you thanks.
Flo. My prettiest Perdita.
But, O, the thorns we stand upon!—Camillo,—
Cam. My lord,
Fear none of this: I think, you know, my fortunes
[They talk aside.
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,3 brooch, table-book, ballad, knife, tape, glove, shoe-tye, bracelet, hornring, 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, and scared my choughs from the chaff, I had not left a purse alive in the whole army.
9 But not take in the mind.] To take in anciently meant to conquer, to get the better of.
[camillo, Florizel, and Perdita, come forward.
Cam. Nay, but my letters by this means being there So soon as you arrive, shall clear that doubt.
Flo. And those that you'll procure from king Leontes,
Cam. Shall satisfy your father.
Per. Happy be you!
All, that you speak, shows fair.
Cam. Who have we here?
3 - pomander,] A pomander was a little ball made of perfumes, and worn in the pocket, or about the neck, to prevent infection in times of plague.