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But not deliver'd.-0, hear me breathe my life
Pol. What follows this?
Do, and be witness to't,
And he, and more
ledge, More than was ever man's,~ I would not prize them, Without her love: for her, employ them all; Commend them, and condemn them, to her ser
vice, Or to their own perdition. Pol.
Fairly offer'd. Cam. This shows a sound affection. Shep.
But, my daughter,
I cannot speak
Take hands, a bargain ;-
s or the fann'd snow,
That's bolted, &c.] The fine sieve used by millers to separate flower from bran is called a bolting cloth.
I give my daughter to him, and will make
O, that must be
Come, your hand
;And, daughter, yours. Pol.
Soft, swain, awhile, 'beseech you ;
I have: But what of him?
He neither does, nor shall.
No, good sir;
By my white beard, You offer him, if this be so, a wrong Something unfilial : Reason, my son: Should choose himself a wife; but as good reason, The father, (all whose joy is nothing else But fair posterity,) should hold some counsel In such a business.
"dispute his own estate?] Perhaps for dispute we might read compute : but dispute his estate may be the same with talk over his affairs. Johnson.
I yield all this;
Let him know.'t.
Pr’ythee, let him.
No, he must not. Shep. Let him, my son; he shall not need to
grieve At knowing of thy choice. Flo.
Come, come, he must not :Mark our contract. Pol.
Mark your divorce, young sir,
[Discovering himself Whom son I dare not call; thou art too base To be acknowledg’d: Thou a scepter's heir, That thus affect'st a sheep-hook!—Thou old traitor, I am sorry, that, by hanging thee, I can but Shorten thy life one week. And thou, fresh piece Of excellent witchcraft ; who, of force, must know The royal fool thou cop'st with ;Shep.
O, my heart ! Pol. I'll have thy beauty scratch'd with briars,
and made More homely than thy state.--For thee, fond boy, If I may ever know, thou dost but sigh, That thou no more shalt see this knack, (as never I mean thou shalt,) we'll bar thee from succession; Not hold thee of our blood, no not our kin, Far than Deucalion off;—Mark thou my words; Follow us to the court.Thou churl, for this
time, Though full of our displeasure, yet we free thee From the dead blow of it.--And you, enchant
ment, Worthy enough a herdsman; yea, him too,
That makes himself, but for our honour therein,
Even here undone!
Why, how now, father?
I cannot speak, nor think,
[To PERDITA. That knew'st this was the prince, and would'st ad
venture To mingle faith with him.-Undone ! undone !
1 I was not much a feard : &c.] The character is here finely gustained. To have made her quite astonished at the King's discovery of himself had not become her birth; and to have given her presence of mind to have made this reply to the King, had not become her education. WARBURTON.
If I might die within this hour, I have liv’d
Why look you so upon me?
Gracious my lord,
I not purpose
Even he, my lord.
It cannot fail, but by
This is desperate, sir.
! and by my fancy :) It must be remembered that fancy in our author very often, as in this place, means love. VOL. II.