2411She shall be habited, as it becomes

2412The partner of your Bed. Me thinkes I see

2413Leontes opening his free Armes, and weeping

2414His Welcomes forth: asks thee there Sonne forgiuenesse,

2415As 'twere i'th' Fathers person: kisses the hands

2416Of your fresh Princesse; ore and ore diuides him,

2417'Twixt his vnkindnesse, and his Kindnesse: th' one

2418He chides to Hell, and bids the other grow

2419Faster then Thought, or Time.

2420Flo. Worthy Camillo,

2421What colour for my Visitation, shall I

2422Hold vp before him?

2423Cam. Sent by the King your Father

2424To greet him, and to giue him comforts. Sir,

2425The manner of your bearing towards him, with

2426What you (as from your Father) shall deliuer,

2427Things knowne betwixt vs three, Ile write you downe,

2428The which shall point you forth at euery sitting

2429What you must say: that he shall not perceiue,

2430But that you haue your Fathers Bosome there,

2431And speake his very Heart.

2432Flo. I am bound to you:

2433There is some sappe in this.

2434Cam. A Course more promising,

2435Then a wild dedication of your selues

2436To vnpath'd Waters, vndream'd Shores; most certaine,

2437To Miseries enough: no hope to helpe you,

2438But as you shake off one, to take another:

2439Nothing so certaine, as your Anchors, who

2440Doe their best office, if they can but stay you,

2441Where you'le be loth to be: besides you know,

2442Prosperitie's the very bond of Loue,

2443Whose fresh complexion, and whose heart together,

2444Affliction alters.

2445Perd. One of these is true:

2446I thinke Affliction may subdue the Cheeke,

2447But not take-in the Mind.

2448Cam. Yea? say you so?

2449There shall not, at your Fathers House, these seuen yeeres

2450Be borne another such.

2451Flo. My good Camillo,

2452She's as forward, of her Breeding, as

2453She is i'th' reare' our Birth.

2454Cam. I cannot say, 'tis pitty

2455She lacks Instructions, for she seemes a Mistresse

2456To most that teach.

2457Perd. Your pardon Sir, for this,

2458Ile blush you Thanks.

2459Flo. My prettiest Perdita.

2460But O, the Thornes we stand vpon: (Camillo)

2461Preseruer of my Father, now of me,

2462The Medicine of our House: how shall we doe?

2463We are not furnish'd like Bohemia's Sonne,

2464Nor shall appeare in Sicilia.

2465Cam. My Lord,

2466Feare none of this: I thinke you know my fortunes

2467Doe all lye there: it shall be so my care,

2468To haue you royally appointed, as if

2469The Scene you play, were mine. For instance Sir,

2470That you may know you shall not want: one word.

2472Aut. Ha, ha, what a Foole Honestie is? and Trust (his

2473sworne brother) a very simple Gentleman. I haue sold

2474all my Tromperie: not a counterfeit Stone, not a Ribbon,

2475Glasse, Pomander, Browch, Table-booke, Ballad, Knife,

2476Tape, Gloue, Shooe-tye, Bracelet, Horne-Ring, to keepe

2477my Pack from fasting: they throng who should buy first,

2478as if my Trinkets had beene hallowed, and brought a be-

2479nediction to the buyer: by which meanes, I saw whose

2480Purse was best in Picture; and what I saw, to my good

2481vse, I remembred. My Clowne (who wants but some-

2482thing to be a reasonable man) grew so in loue with the

2483Wenches Song, that hee would not stirre his Petty-toes,

2484till he had both Tune and Words, which so drew the rest

2485of the Heard to me, that all their other Sences stucke in

2486Eares: you might haue pinch'd a Placket, it was sence-

2487lesse; 'twas nothing to gueld a Cod-peece of a Purse: I

2488would haue fill'd Keyes of that hung in Chaynes: no

2489hearing, no feeling, but my Sirs Song, and admiring the

2490Nothing of it. So that in this time of Lethargie, I pickd

2491and cut most of their Festiuall Purses: And had not the

2492old-man come in with a Whoo-bub against his Daugh-

2493ter, and the Kings Sonne, and scar'd my Chowghes from

2494the Chaffe, I had not left a Purse aliue in the whole

2495Army.

2496Cam. Nay, but my Letters by this meanes being there

2497So soone as you arriue, shall cleare that doubt.

2498Flo. And those that you'le procure from King Leontes?

2499Cam. Shall satisfie your Father.

2500Perd. Happy be you:

2501All that you speake, shewes faire.

2502Cam. Who haue we here?

2503Wee'le make an Instrument of this: omit

2504Nothing may giue vs aide.

2505Aut. If they haue ouer-heard me now: why hanging.

2506Cam. How now (good Fellow)

2507Why shak'st thou so? Feare not (man)

2508Here's no harme intended to thee.

2509Aut. I am a poore Fellow, Sir.

2510Cam. Why, be so still: here's no body will steale that

2511from thee: yet for the out-side of thy pouertie, we must

2512make an exchange; therefore dis-case thee instantly (thou

2513must thinke there's a necessitie in't) and change Garments

2514with this Gentleman: Though the penny-worth (on his

2515side) be the worst, yet hold thee, there's some boot.

2516Aut. I am a poore Fellow, Sir: (I know ye well

2517enough.)

2518Cam. Nay prethee dispatch: the Gentleman is halfe

2519fled already.

2520Aut. Are you in earnest, Sir? (I smell the trick on't.)

2521Flo. Dispatch, I prethee.

2522Aut. Indeed I haue had Earnest, but I cannot with

2523conscience take it.

2524Cam. Vnbuckle, vnbuckle.

2525Fortunate Mistresse (let my prophecie

2526Come home to ye:) you must retire your selfe

2527Into some Couert; take your sweet-hearts Hat

2528And pluck it ore your Browes, muffle your face,

2529Dis-mantle you, and (as you can) disliken

2530The truth of your owne seeming, that you may

2531(For I doe feare eyes ouer) to Ship-boord

2532Get vndescry'd.

2533Perd. I see the Play so lyes,

2534That I must beare a part.

2535Cam. No remedie:

2536Haue you done there?

2537Flo. Should I now meet my Father,

2538He would not call me Sonne.

2539Cam. Nay, you shall haue no Hat:

2540Come Lady, come: Farewell (my friend.)

2541Aut. Adieu, Sir.

2542Flo. O Perdita: what haue we twaine forgot?