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curst, but when they are hungry:: if there he any of him left, I'll bury it., , ; Poliziano [!.
Shep. That's a good deed: If thou may'st discern by that which is left of hiin, what he is, fetch nie to the sight of him.' 1 ;! YO ' Clown. Marry, will I; and you shall help to
put him i'the ground.
Shep. 'Tis a lucky day, boy; and we'll do good deeds on't.
Enter Time, as Chorus.
Be known, when 'tis brought forth:-a shepherd's
say, He wishes earnestly, you never may.
A ROOM IN THE PALACE OF
Enter Polirenes and Camillo. Pol. I pray thee, good Camillo, be no more importunate: 'tis a sickness, denying thee any thing; a death, to grant this.
Cam. It is fifteen years, since I saw my country: though I have, for the most part, been aired abroad, I desire to lay my bones there. Besides, the penitent king, 'my master, hath sent for me: to whose feeling sorrows I might be some allay, or I o'erween to think so; which is another spur to my departure.
Pol. As thou lovest me, Camillo, wipe not out the rest of thy services, by leaving me now: the need I have of thee, thine own goodness hath made; better not to have had thee, than thus to want thee: thou, having made me businesses, which none, without thee, can sufficiently manage, must either stay to execute them thyself, or take away with thec the very services thou hast done: which if I have not enough consider d, (as too much I cannot,) to be more thankful to thee, shall be my study; and my profit therein, the heaping friendships. Of that fatal country Sicilia, pr’ythee speak no more: whose very naming punishes me with the remembrance of that penitent, as thou call'st him, and reconciled king, my brother; whose loss of his most precious queen, and children, are even now to be afresh lamented. Say to me, when saw'st thou the prince Florizel my son? Kings are no less unhappy, their issue not being gracious, than they are in losing them, when they haye approved their virtues.
Cam. Sir, it is three days, since I saw the prince: What his happier affairs may be, are to me unknown: but I have, missingly, noted, he is of late much retired from court; and is less frequent to his princely exercises, than formerly he hath appeared.
Pol. I have consider'd so much, Camillo; and with some care; so far, that I have eyes under my service, which look upon his removedness: from whom I have this intelligence; That he is seldom from the house of a most homely shepherd; a man, they say, that from very nothing, and beyond the imagination of his neighbours, is grown into an unspeakable estate.
Cam. I have heard, sir, of such a man, who hath a daughter of most rare note; the report of her is extended more, than can be thought to begin from such a cottage.
Pol. That's 'likewise part of my intelligence. But, I fear the angle tliat plucks our son thither. Thou shalt accompany us to the place: where we will, not appearing what we are, have some question with the shepherd; from whose simplicity, I think it not uneasy to get the cause of my son's resort thither. Pr’ythee, be my present partner in this business, and lay aside the thoughts of Sicilia.
Cam. I willingly obey your command.
Pol. My best Camillo !--We must disguise ourselves.
A ROAD NEAR THE SHEPHERD'S
Enter Autolycus, singing.
With, heigh! the doxy over the dale, --- iis
For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale.! The white sheet bleaching on the hedge,
With, hey? the sweet birds, O, how they sing !
For a quart of ale is a dish for a king.
With, hey! with, hey! the thrush and the jay:
While we lie tumbling in the hay.