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By the pattern of mine own thoughts I cut out
She. Take hands, a bargain ;
FIO. O, that must be
She. Come, your hand ;-
Poz. Soft, swain, a while, beseech you;
Pol. Methinks, a father
Flo. No, good fir;
Pol. By my white beard,
Something unfilial: Reason, my fon
Flo. I yield all this;
Por. Let him know't.
She. Let him, my fon; he shall not need to grieve At knowing of thy choice.
Flo. Come, come, he must not :Mark our contract.
[Self. Por. Mark your divorce, young fir, (discovering himWhom son I dare not call; thou art too base, To be acknowledg'd: Thou a fcepter's heir, That thus affect'ft a sheep-hook! - Thou old traitor, I am sorry, that, by hanging thee, I can but Shorten thy life one week. — And thou, fresh piece Of excellent witch-craft; who, of force, must know The royal fool thou cop'dit with ;
She. O, my heart! Pol. I'll have thy beauty scratch'd with briars, and More homely than thy state. For thee, fond boy, If I may ever know, thou dost but figh, That thou no more shalt see this knack, (as never I mean thou shalt) we'll bar thee from fucceffion; Not hold thee of our blood, no not our kin,
21 affects 30 shalt never see
Far as Deucalion off: Mark thou
words; Follow us to the court. Thou, churl, - for this time, Though full of our displeasure, yet we free thee From the dead blow of it. - And you, enchantment, Worthy enough a herdsman; yea, him t too, 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 POLIXENES: Per. Even here undone ! I was not much afeard : for once, or twice, I was about to speak; and tell him plainly, The self-fame sun, that shines upon Hides not his visage from our cottage, but Looks on alike. - Wilt please you, fir, be gone? I told you, what would come of this : Befeech you, Of your own state take care : this dream of mine, Being now awake, I'll queen it no inch farther, But milk my ewes, and weep.
CAM. Why, how now, father?
She. I cannot speak, nor think,
That thought to fill his grave in quiet; yea,
father dy'd, To lye close by his honest bones : but now Some hangman must put on my shrowd, and lay me Where no priest shovels-in duft.- O cursed wretch ; That knew it this was the prince, and would'ft adventure
1 Farre than Dewe 9 Or hope
To mingle faith with him. _ Undone ! undone!
[Exit Shepherd. Flo. Why look you
Flo. I not purpose it.
Cam. Even he, my lord.
PER. How often have I told you, 'twould be thus!
Flo. It cannot fail, but by
CAM. Be advis’d.
Flo. I am; and by my fancy: if my reason
26 From my fucco
Cam. This is defp'rate, fir.
Flo. So call it: but it does fulfill my vow;
Cam. O my lord,
[drawing her afie. I'll hear you by and by.
Cam. He's irremoveable,
seas 16 to her needs