PERDITA
Your pardon, sir; for this I'll blush you thanks. FLORIZEL
My prettiest Perdita! 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. CAMILLO
My lord, Fear none of this: I think you know my fortunes Do all lie there: it shall be so my care To have you
royally appointed as if The scene you play were mine. For instance, sir, That you may know you shall not
want, one word.
They talk aside
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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 ribbon, glass, pomander, brooch, table-book, ballad, knife, tape,
glove, shoe-tie, bracelet, horn-ring, to keep my pack from fasting: they throng who should buy first, as
if my trinkets had been hallowed and brought a benediction to the buyer: by which means I saw whose
purse was best in picture; and what I saw, to my good use I remembered. My clown, who wants but something
to be a reasonable man, grew so in love with the wenches' song, that he would not stir his pettitoes till he
had both tune and words; which so drew the rest of the herd to me that all their other senses stuck in
ears: you might have pinched a placket, it was senseless; 'twas nothing to geld a codpiece of a purse; I
could have filed keys off that hung in chains: no hearing, no feeling, but my sir's song, and admiring the
nothing of it. So that in this time of lethargy I picked and cut most of their festival purses; and had not the
old man come in with a whoo-bub against his daughter and the king's son and scared my choughs from
the chaff, I had not left a purse alive in the whole army.
CAMILLO, FLORIZEL, and PERDITA come forward CAMILLO
Nay, but my letters, by this means being there So soon as you arrive, shall clear that doubt. FLORIZEL
And those that you'll procure from King Leontes CAMILLO
Shall satisfy your father. PERDITA
Happy be you! All that you speak shows fair.
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