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FLORIZEL: He shall not. |
POLIXENES: Prithee, let him. |
FLORIZEL: No, he must not. |
Shepherd: Let him, my son: he shall not need to grieve At knowing of thy choice. |
FLORIZEL: Come, come, he must not. Mark our contract. |
POLIXENES: Mark your divorce, young sir, Whom son I dare not call; thou art too base To be acknowledged: thou a sceptre's heir, That thus affect'st 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 witchcraft, who of force must know T... |
Shepherd: O, my heart! |
POLIXENES: I'll have thy beauty scratch'd with briers, and made More homely than thy state. For thee, fond boy, If I may ever know thou dost but sigh That thou no more shalt see this knack, as never I mean thou shalt, we'll bar thee from succession; Not hold thee of our blood, no, not our kin, Far than Deucalion off: m... |
PERDITA: 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? I told you what would come of this: beseech you, Of your own state take ca... |
CAMILLO: Why, how now, father! Speak ere thou diest. |
Shepherd: I cannot speak, nor think Nor dare to know that which I know. O sir! 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 shovels in du... |
FLORIZEL: 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. |
CAMILLO: 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 sight as yet, I fear: Then, till the fury of his highness settle, Come not before him. |
FLORIZEL: I not purpose it. I think, Camillo? |
CAMILLO: Even he, my lord. |
PERDITA: How often have I told you 'twould be thus! How often said, my dignity would last But till 'twere known! |
FLORIZEL: 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 my succession wipe me, father; I Am heir to my affection. |
CAMILLO: Be advised. |
FLORIZEL: I am, and by my fancy: if my reason Will thereto be obedient, I have reason; If not, my senses, better pleased with madness, Do bid it welcome. |
CAMILLO: This is desperate, sir. |
FLORIZEL: So call it: but it does fulfil my vow; 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 sea hides In unknown fathoms, will I break my oath To this my fair beloved: therefore, I pray you, As you have... |
CAMILLO: O my lord! I would your spirit were easier for advice, Or stronger for your need. |
FLORIZEL: Hark, Perdita I'll hear you by and by. |
CAMILLO: He's irremoveable, Resolved 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 sight again of dear Sicilia And that unhappy king, my master, whom I so much thirst to see. |
FLORIZEL: Now, good Camillo; I am so fraught with curious business that I leave out ceremony. |
CAMILLO: Sir, I think You have heard of my poor services, i' the love That I have borne your father? |
FLORIZEL: Very nobly Have you deserved: it is my father's music To speak your deeds, not little of his care To have them recompensed as thought on. |
CAMILLO: Well, my lord, If you may please to think I love the king And through him what is nearest to him, which is Your gracious self, embrace but my direction: If your more ponderous and settled project May suffer alteration, on mine honour, I'll point you where you shall have such receiving As shall become your high... |
FLORIZEL: How, Camillo, May this, almost a miracle, be done? That I may call thee something more than man And after that trust to thee. |
CAMILLO: Have you thought on A place whereto you'll go? |
FLORIZEL: 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 Of every wind that blows. |
CAMILLO: Then list to me: This follows, if you will not change your purpose But undergo this flight, make for Sicilia, And there present yourself and your fair princess, For so I see she must be, 'fore Leontes: She shall be habited as it becomes The partner of your bed. Methinks I see Leontes opening his free arms and ... |
FLORIZEL: Worthy Camillo, What colour for my visitation shall I Hold up before him? |
CAMILLO: 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 What you must say; that he shall not perceive Bu... |
FLORIZEL: I am bound to you: There is some sap in this. |
CAMILLO: A cause more promising Than a wild dedication of yourselves To unpath'd waters, undream'd shores, most certain To miseries enough; no hope to help you, But as you shake off one to take another; Nothing so certain as your anchors, who Do their best office, if they can but stay you Where you'll be loath to be: b... |
PERDITA: One of these is true: I think affliction may subdue the cheek, But not take in the mind. |
CAMILLO: Yea, say you so? There shall not at your father's house these seven years Be born another such. |
FLORIZEL: My good Camillo, She is as forward of her breeding as She is i' the rear our birth. |
CAMILLO: I cannot say 'tis pity She lacks instructions, for she seems a mistress To most that teach. |
PERDITA: Your pardon, sir; for this I'll blush you thanks. |
FLORIZEL: My prettiest Perdita! But O, the thorns we stand upon! Camillo, Preserver of my father, now of me, The medicine of our house, how shall we do? We are not furnish'd like Bohemia's son, Nor shall appear in Sicilia. |
CAMILLO: My lord, Fear none of this: I think you know my fortunes Do all lie there: it shall be so my care To have you royally appointed as if The scene you play were mine. For instance, sir, That you may know you shall not want, one word. |
AUTOLYCUS: 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 ribbon, glass, pomander, brooch, table-book, ballad, knife, tape, glove, shoe-tie, bracelet, horn-ring, to keep my pack from fasting: they throng who should buy f... |
CAMILLO: Nay, but my letters, by this means being there So soon as you arrive, shall clear that doubt. |
FLORIZEL: And those that you'll procure from King Leontes-- |
CAMILLO: Shall satisfy your father. |
PERDITA: Happy be you! All that you speak shows fair. |
CAMILLO: Who have we here? We'll make an instrument of this, omit Nothing may give us aid. |
AUTOLYCUS: If they have overheard me now, why, hanging. |
CAMILLO: How now, good fellow! why shakest thou so? Fear not, man; here's no harm intended to thee. |
AUTOLYCUS: I am a poor fellow, sir. |
CAMILLO: Why, be so still; here's nobody will steal that from thee: yet for the outside of thy poverty we must make an exchange; therefore discase thee instantly, --thou must think there's a necessity in't,--and change garments with this gentleman: though the pennyworth on his side be the worst, yet hold thee, there's ... |
AUTOLYCUS: I am a poor fellow, sir. I know ye well enough. |
CAMILLO: Nay, prithee, dispatch: the gentleman is half flayed already. |
AUTOLYCUS: Are you in earnest, sir? I smell the trick on't. |
FLORIZEL: Dispatch, I prithee. |
AUTOLYCUS: Indeed, I have had earnest: but I cannot with conscience take it. |
CAMILLO: Unbuckle, unbuckle. Fortunate mistress,--let my prophecy Come home to ye!--you must retire yourself Into some covert: take your sweetheart's hat And pluck it o'er your brows, muffle your face, Dismantle you, and, as you can, disliken The truth of your own seeming; that you may-- For I do fear eyes over--to shi... |
PERDITA: I see the play so lies That I must bear a part. |
CAMILLO: No remedy. Have you done there? |
FLORIZEL: Should I now meet my father, He would not call me son. |
CAMILLO: Nay, you shall have no hat. Come, lady, come. Farewell, my friend. |
AUTOLYCUS: Adieu, sir. |
FLORIZEL: O Perdita, what have we twain forgot! Pray you, a word. |
CAMILLO: |
FLORIZEL: Fortune speed us! Thus we set on, Camillo, to the sea-side. |
CAMILLO: The swifter speed the better. |
AUTOLYCUS: I understand the business, I hear it: to have an open ear, a quick eye, and a nimble hand, is necessary for a cut-purse; a good nose is requisite also, to smell out work for the other senses. I see this is the time that the unjust man doth thrive. What an exchange had this been without boot! What a boot is h... |
Clown: See, see; what a man you are now! There is no other way but to tell the king she's a changeling and none of your flesh and blood. |
Shepherd: Nay, but hear me. |
Clown: Nay, but hear me. |
Shepherd: Go to, then. |
Clown: She being none of your flesh and blood, your flesh and blood has not offended the king; and so your flesh and blood is not to be punished by him. Show those things you found about her, those secret things, all but what she has with her: this being done, let the law go whistle: I warrant you. |
Shepherd: I will tell the king all, every word, yea, and his son's pranks too; who, I may say, is no honest man, neither to his father nor to me, to go about to make me the king's brother-in-law. |
Clown: Indeed, brother-in-law was the farthest off you could have been to him and then your blood had been the dearer by I know how much an ounce. |
AUTOLYCUS: |
Shepherd: Well, let us to the king: there is that in this fardel will make him scratch his beard. |
AUTOLYCUS: |
Clown: Pray heartily he be at palace. |
AUTOLYCUS: |
Shepherd: To the palace, an it like your worship. |
AUTOLYCUS: Your affairs there, what, with whom, the condition of that fardel, the place of your dwelling, your names, your ages, of what having, breeding, and any thing that is fitting to be known, discover. |
Clown: We are but plain fellows, sir. |
AUTOLYCUS: A lie; you are rough and hairy. Let me have no lying: it becomes none but tradesmen, and they often give us soldiers the lie: but we pay them for it with stamped coin, not stabbing steel; therefore they do not give us the lie. |
Clown: Your worship had like to have given us one, if you had not taken yourself with the manner. |
Shepherd: Are you a courtier, an't like you, sir? |
AUTOLYCUS: Whether it like me or no, I am a courtier. Seest thou not the air of the court in these enfoldings? hath not my gait in it the measure of the court? receives not thy nose court-odor from me? reflect I not on thy baseness court-contempt? Thinkest thou, for that I insinuate, or toaze from thee thy business, I ... |
Shepherd: My business, sir, is to the king. |
AUTOLYCUS: What advocate hast thou to him? |
Shepherd: I know not, an't like you. |
Clown: Advocate's the court-word for a pheasant: say you have none. |
Shepherd: None, sir; I have no pheasant, cock nor hen. |
AUTOLYCUS: How blessed are we that are not simple men! Yet nature might have made me as these are, Therefore I will not disdain. |
Clown: This cannot be but a great courtier. |
Shepherd: His garments are rich, but he wears them not handsomely. |
Clown: He seems to be the more noble in being fantastical: a great man, I'll warrant; I know by the picking on's teeth. |
AUTOLYCUS: The fardel there? what's i' the fardel? Wherefore that box? |
Shepherd: Sir, there lies such secrets in this fardel and box, which none must know but the king; and which he shall know within this hour, if I may come to the speech of him. |
AUTOLYCUS: Age, thou hast lost thy labour. |
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