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This follows. If you will not change your purpose,
The partner of your bed. Methinks, I fee'
Flo. Worthy Camillo,
What colour for my vifitation fhall I
Cam. Sent by the King your father
To greet him, and to give him comforts, Sir.
Flo. I am bound to you:
3 Things known betwixt us three I'll write you down, The which shall point you forth at ev'ry fitting, What you must fay;-] Every Sitting, methinks, gives but a very poor Idea. Every fitting, as I have ventur'd to correct the Text, means, every convenient Opportunity every Juncture, when it is fit to speak of fuch, or fuch, a Point. THEOBALD. The which shall point you forth
at every fitting,] Every fit ting, fays Mr. Theobald, methinks, gives us but a very poor idea. But a poor idea is better than none; which it comes to, when he has alter'd it to every fitting. The truth is, the common reading is very expreffive; and means, at every audience you fhall have of the King and Council. The Council-days being, in our author's time, called, in common fpeech, the Sittings. WARBURT.
Cam. A courfe more promising
Than a wild dedication of yourselves
To unpath'd waters, undream'd fhores; most certain
Whose fresh complexion and whofe heart together
Per. One of these is true:
I think, affliction may fubdue the cheek,
But not take in the mind.
Cam. Yea, fay you fo?
There shall 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
She is i'th' rear of birth..
Cam. I cannot fay, 'tis Pity
She lacks inftructions, for the feems a mistrefs
Per. Your pardon, Sir, for this:
I'll blush you thanks...
Flo. My prettiest Perdita
But, oh, the thorns we stand upon! Camillo,
Preferver of my father, now of me;
The medicine of our Houfe! 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
To have you royally appointed, as if
The Scene, you play, were mine: For inftance, Sir, That you may know you shall not want; one word.
[They talk afide.
Aut. Ha, ha, what a fool Honesty is! and Trust, his fworn brother, a very fimple gentleman! I have fold all my trumpery; not a counterfeit stone, not a ribbon, glafs, pomander, browch, table-hook, ballad, knife, tape, glove, fhoe-tye, bracelet, horn-ring, tố keep my Pack from fafting: they throng who fhould buy firft, as if my trinkets had been hallowed, and brought a benediction to the buyer; by which means, I faw whofe purfe was beft in picture; and what I faw, to my good ufe, I remember'd. My good Clown, who wants but fomething to be a reasonable man, grew fo in love with the wenches' fong, that he would not flir his pettitoes 'till he had both tune and words; which fo drew the reft 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 codpiece of a purfe; I would have filed keys off, that hung in chains: no hearing, no feeling, but my Sir's fong, and admiring the nothing of it. So that in this time of lethargy, I pick'd and cut most of their feftival purfes and had not the old man come in with a whoo-bub against 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.
[Camillo, Florizel and Perdita come forward. Cam. Nay; but my letters by this means being there, So foon as you arrive, fhall clear that Doubt.
Flo. And thofe that you'll procure from King Leontes
Cam. Shall fatisfy your father.
Per. Happy be you!
All that you speak fhews fair.
This alludes to beads often fold by the Romanifts, as made
particularly efficacious by the touch of fome relick.
We'll make an inftrument of this; omit
Nothing may give us aid.
Aut. If they have over-heard me now,-why hang
Cam. How now, good fellow,
Why fhak'st thou fo? fear not, man,
Cam. Why, be fo ftill; here's no body will steal that from thee; yet for the outfide of thy poverty, we must make an exchange: therefore difcafe thee inftantly, thou must think, there's neceffity in't, and change garments with this gentleman: tho' the pennyworth, on his fide, be the worst, yet hold thee, there's fome * boot.
Aut. I am a poor fellow, Sir;-I know ye well enough. [Afide. Cam. Nay, pr'ythee, dispatch: the gentleman is half flead already.
Aut, Are you in earnest, Sir?-I fmell the trick
Flo. Difpatch, I pr'ythee.
Aut. Indeed, I have had Earneft, but I cannot with: confcience take it.
Cam. Unbuckle, unbuckle.
Fortunate Miftrefs!-let my Prophecy
Come home to ye, you must retire yourself
Per. I fee, the Play fo lies,
That I must bear a Part.
Cam. No remedy
*Boot, that is, fomething over and above, or, as we now fay,
Something to boot.
Have you done there?
Flo. Should I now meet my father, He would not call me fon.
Cam. Nay, you fhall have no hat: Come, Lady, come.-Farewel, my friend. Aut. Adieu, Sir.
Flo. O Perdita, what have we twain forgot? Pray you, a word.
Cam. What I do next, fhall be to tell the King
Of this Escape, and whither they are bound:
Flo. Fortune speed us!
Thus we fet on, Camillo, to th' fea-fide.
[Exit. Flor. with Per.
Cam. The fwifter fpeed, the better.
Aut. I understand the bufinefs, I hear it: to have an open ear, a quick eye, and a nimble hand, is neceffary for a cut-purfe; a good nofe is requifite alfo, jang to smell out work for th' other fenfes. I fee, this is the time that the unjust man doth thrive. What an exchange had this been, without boot? what a boot is here, with this exchange? fure, the Gods do this year connive at us, and we may do any thing extempore. The Prince himself is about a piece of iniquity; ftealing away from his father, with his clog at his heels. If I thought it were not a piece of honefty to acquaint the King withal, I would do't; I hold it the more knavery to conceal it; and therein am I conftant to my Profeffion.
4 This is the reading of Sir T. Hanmer, instead of if I thought it were a piece of honesty to ac
quaint the King withal, I'd not do it.