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By the pattern of mine own thoughts I cut out
The purity of his,

She. Take hands, a bargain ;
And, friends unknown, you shall bear witness to’t :
I give my daughter to him, and will make
Her portion equal his.

FIO. O, that must be
I'the virtue of your daughter: one being dead,
I shall have more than you can dream of yet ;
Enough then for your wonder: But, come on,
Contract us 'fore these witnesses,

She. Come, your hand ;-
And, daughter, yours.

Poz. Soft, swain, a while, 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
Is, at the nuptial of his son, a guest
That beft becomes the table. Pray you, once more ;
Is not your father grown incapable
Of reasonable affairs ? is he not stupid
With age, and alt’ring rheums ? Can he speak? hear?
Know man from man? dispute his own estate?
Lies he not bed-rid ? and again does nothing,
But what he did being childish ?

Flo. No, good fir;
He has his health, and ampler strength, indeed,
Than most have of his age.

Pol. By my white beard,
You offer him, if this be so, a wrong

Something unfilial: Reason, my fon
Should choose himself a wife; but as good reason,
The father (all whose joy is nothing else
But fair pofterity) should hold some counsel
In such a business.

Flo. I yield all this;
But, for some other reasons, my grave fir,
Which 'tis not fit you know, I not acquaint
My father of this business.

Por. Let him know't.
Flo. He shall not.
POL. Prythee, let him.
Flo. No, he must not.

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,

[made

21 affects 30 shalt never see

his court,

Far as Deucalion off: Mark thou

my

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?
Speak, ere thou dy'ft.

She. I cannot speak, nor think,
Nor dare to know that which I know._ 0, fir,
You have undone a man of fourscore three,

That thought to fill his grave in quiet; yea,
To dye upon

the bed

my

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

upon me?

CAM.

To mingle faith with him. _ Undone ! undone!
If I might dye within this hour, I have liv'd
To dye when I desire.

[Exit Shepherd. Flo. Why look you

fo
I am but sorry, not afear'd; delay'd,
But nothing alter’d: What I was, I am:
More ftraining on, for plucking back; not following
My leash unwillingly.
Gracious

my lord,
You know your father's temper: at this time
He will allow no speech, - which, I do guess,
You do not purpose to him ; and as hardly
Will he endure your fight as yet, I fear:
Then, 'till the fury of his highness settle,
Come not before him.

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 laft
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 thy succession wipe me, father; I
Am heir to my affection.

CAM. Be advis’d.

Flo. I am; and by my fancy: if my reason
Will thereto be obedient, I have reason ;
If not, my fenfes, better pleas’d with madness,
Do bid it welcome.

26 From my fucco

Cam. This is defp'rate, fir.

Flo. So call it: but it does fulfill my vow;
I needs must think it honesty. Camillo,
Not for Bohemia, nor the pomp

that

may
Be thereat glean'd; for all the fun fees, or
The close earth wombs, or the profound sea hides
In unknown fathoms, will I break my

oath
To this my fair belov'd : Therefore, I pray you,
As
you
have ever been

my

father's 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, moft opportune to the need, I have
A vessel rides fast by, but not prepar'd
For tặis 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,
Or stronger for your need.
Flo. Hark, Perdita. -

[drawing her afie. I'll hear you by and by.

Cam. He's irremoveable,
Resolv'd for flight: Now were I happy, if
His going I could frame to serve my turn;
Save him from danger, do him love and honour;
Purchase the fight again of dear Sicilia,
And that unhappy king, my master, whom
I so much thirst to see.

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