FLO. Now, good Camillo, I am fo fraught with curious business, that CAM. Sir, I think, You have heard of my poor fervices, i'the love FLO. Very nobly Have you deserv'd: it is my father's musick, If you may please to think, I love the king; I'll point you where you fhall have fuch receiving FLO. How, Camillo, May this, almoft a miracle, be done? That I may call thee, fomething more than man; And, after that, truft to thee. CAM. Have you thought on A place, whereto you'll go? But as the unthought-on accident is guilty To what we wildly do; fo we profess Ourselves, to be the flaves of chance, and flies CAM. Then lift 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, The partner of your bed. Methinks, I fee FLO. Worthy Camillo, What colour for my visitation fhall I CAM. Sent by the king your father, down: To greet him, and to give him comforts. Sir, And speak his very heart. FLO. I am bound to you: There is fome fap in this. CAM. A courfe more promising VOL. IV. 12 there Sonne 26 Sitting you Than a wild dedication of yourselves To unpath'd waters, undream'd shores; most certain, Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together PER. One of these is true: I think, affliction may fubdue the cheek; CAM. Yea, fay you fo? There fhall not, at your father's house, these feven years, Be born another fuch. FLO. My good Camillo, She is as forward of her breeding, as 1'the rear of birth. CAM. I cannot fay, 'tis pity She lacks inftructions; for fhe seems a mistress To moft that teach. PER. Your pardon, fir, for this; I'll blush you thanks. FLO. My prettiest Perdita. But, o, the thorns we stand upon !-Camillo, Preserver of my father, now of me; The med'cine of our house, how fhall we do? We are not furnish'd like Bohemia's fon; Nor fhall appear in Sicily CAM. My lord, Fear none of this: I think, you know, my fortunes 19 She is i'th' reare 'our Birth Do all lie there: it fhall be fo my care The scene, you play, were mine. For instance, fir, one word. [they converfe apart. Enter AUTOLICUS. Aur. Ha, ha! What a fool honefty is? and trust, his fworn brother, a very fimple gentleman. I have fold all my trumpery; not a counterfeit ftone, not a riband, glass, pomander, broch, table-book, ballad, knife, tape, glove, fhoo-tye, bracelet, horn-ring, to keep my pack from fafting: they throng who fhould buy firft; as if my trinkets had been hallow'd, and brought a benediction to the buyer: by which means, I saw whose purfe was beft in picture; and, what I faw, to my good ufe, I remember'd. My clown (who wants but fomething to be a reasonable man) grew fo in love with the wenches' fong, that he would not stir his pettitoes, 'till he had both tune and words; which fo drew the rest of the herd to me, that all their other fenfes ftuck in ears: you might have pinch'd a placket, it was fenfelefs; 'twas nothing, to geld a cod-piece of a purfe; I would have fil'd keys off, that hung in chains no hearing, no feeling, but my fir's fong, and admiring the nothing of it. So that, in this time of lethargy, I pick'd and cut most of their festival purses: and had not the old man come in, with a whoo-bub againft his daughter and the king's fon, and fear'd my choughs from the chaff, I had not left a purfe alive in the whole army. CAM. Nay, but my letters by this means being there So foon as you arrive, fhall clear that doubt. 23 fill'd Keyes of F10. And those that you'll procure from king Le CAM. Shall satisfy your father. PER. Happy be you! All, that you speak, fhews fair. [ontes, [Jeeing Autolicus. CAM. Who have we here? — We'll make an inftrument of this; omit [ing." AUT. "If they have overheard me now, why, hangCAM. How now, good fellow? Wherefore shak'ft thou Fear not, man; here's no harm intended to thee. [fo? Aur. I am a poor fellow, fir. CAM. Why, be so still; Here's no body will steal that from thee: Yet, Make an exchange: therefore, discase thee inftantly,- and change Garments wi' this gentleman: Though the pennyworth, On his fide, be the worst, yet, hold boot. AUT. I am a poor fellow, fir: thee, there's fome [enough. "I know ye well CAM. Nay, pr'ythee now, dispatch; the gentleman 'S half flea'd already. AUT. Are you in earnest, fir?— "I fmell the trick of it." FLO. Dispatch, I pr'ythee. AUT. "Indeed, I have had earneft; but I cannot ' "With confcience take it." CAM. Unbuckle, unbuckle. [Florizel and Autolicus exchange Garments. Fortunate mistress,-Let my prophefy Come home to you!-you must retire yourself 9 Why fhak't |