That makes himself, but for our honour therein, Per. [Exit. Even here undone! I was not much afeard:" for once, or twice, I was about to speak; and tell him plainly, The selfsame sun, that shines upon his court, Hides not his visage from our cottage, but Looks on alike.-Will't please you, sir, be gone? [To FLORIZEL. I told you, what would come of this: 'Beseech you, Of your own state take care: this dream of mine,Being now awake, I'll queen it no inch further, But milk my ewes, and weep. Cam. Speak, ere thou diest. Why, how now, father ? Shep. I cannot speak, nor think, [To FLORIZEL. You have undone a man of fourscore three. That knew'st this was the prince, and would'st ad venture 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. Flo. [Exit. Why look you so upon me? I am but sorry, not afeard; delay'd, But nothing alter'd: What I was, I am: More straining on, for plucking back; not following My leash unwillingly. Cam. Gracious my lord, You know your father's temper: at this time Flo. I think, Camillo. Cam. I not purpose it. 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 Let nature crush the sides o'the earth together, Am heir to my affection. Cam. Be advis'd. Flo. I am; and by my fancy: if my reason If not, my senses, better pleas'd with madness, 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. I needs must think it honesty. Camillo, With her, whom here I cannot hold on shore; For this design. What course I mean to hold, 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. Cam. [To CAMILLO. He's irremovable, Resolv'd for flight: Now were I happy, if And that unhappy king, my master, whom Flo. Now, good Camillo, I am so fraught with curious business, that I leave out ceremony. Cam. Sir, I think, [Going. 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; And, through him, what is nearest to him, which is I'll point you where you shall have such receiving Flo. How, Camillo, May this, almost a miracle, be done? That I may call thee something more than man, And, after that, trust to thee. Cam. A place, whereto you'll go? Flo. Have you thought on Not any yet: But as the unthought-on accident is guilty To what we wildly do;' so we profess Ourselves to be the slaves of chance, and flies Cam. Then list to me: This follows,-if you will not change your purpose, • Your discontenting father strive to qualify,] Discontenting is in our author's language the same as discontented. 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; The partner of your bed. Methinks, I see Leontes, opening his free arms, and weeping His welcomes forth: asks thee, the son, forgiveness, As 'twere i'the father's person: kisses the hands Of your fresh princess: o'er and o'er divides him "Twixt his unkindness and his kindness; the one He chides to hell, and bids the other grow, Faster than thought, or time. Flo. Worthy Camillo, What colour for my visitation shall I Hold up before him? Cam. Sent by the king your father To greet him, and to give him comforts. Sir, The manner of your bearing towards him, with What you, as from your father, shall deliver, Things known betwixt us three, I'll write you down: The which shall point you forth at every sitting, say; that he shall not perceive, father's bosom there, What Flo. have your There is some sap in this. Cam. I am bound to you: A course more promising Than a wild dedication of yourselves To unpath'd waters, undream'd shores; most certain, But, as you shake off one, to take another: Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together |