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 seas hide
In unknown fathoms, will I break my oath
To this my fair beloved: therefore, I pray you,
As you have ever been my father's honor'd 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, most opportune to our need, I have
A vessel rides fast by, but not prepared

For this design. What course I mean to hold.
Shall nothing benefit your knowlege, nor
Concern me the reporting.

Cam.

O, my lord,

I would your spirit were easier for advice,
Or stronger for your need.

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 honor;
Purchase the sight again of dear Sicilia,

And that unhappy king, my master, whom
I so much thirst to see.

Flo.

Now, good Camillo,

I am so fraught with curious business, that

I leave out ceremony.

[going.

You have heard of my poor services, i' the love
That I have borne your father?

Flo.
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.
Cam.

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 honor,

I'll point you where you shall have such receiving
As shall become your highness; where you may
Enjoy your mistress; (from the whom, I see,
There's no disjunction to be made, but by,
As Heavens forefend! your ruin) marry her;
And (with my best endeavors, in your absence)
Your discontenting father strive to qualify,
And bring him up to liking.

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 accident1 is guilty
To what we wildly do; so we profess

Ourselves to be the slaves of chance, and flies
Of every wind that blows.

Cam.

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 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 color 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,

This unexpected discovery made by my father

Things known betwixt us three, I'll write you

down;

The which shall point you forth, at every sitting,1 What you must say; that he shall not perceive, But that you have your father's bosom there,

Than a wild dedication of yourselves

To unpath'd waters, undream'd shores; most cer

tain,

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. Besides, you know,
Prosperity's the very bond of love;

Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together
Affliction alters.

Per.

One of these is true.

I think, affliction may subdue the cheek,

But not take in 2 the mind.

Cam.

Yea, say you so?

There shall not, at your father's house, these seven

She is as forward of her breeding, as

She is i' the rear of birth.

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

Cam.

My lord,

Fear none of this: I think, you know, my
Do all lie there it shall be so my care

To have you royally appointed, as if

fortunes

The scene you play were mine: for instance, sir, know you shall not want,—one word.

That you may

[they talk aside.

Enter AUTOLYCUS.

Aut. 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 riband, glass, pomander,1 brooch, table-book, ballad, knife, tape, glove, shoe-tie, bracelet, horn-ring, to

1 A little ball made of perfumes, and worn to prevent infection in times of plague.