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Автор: Sidney Lee
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Be advis’d.

       FLORIZEL

       I am,—and by my fancy; if my reason

       Will thereto be obedient, I have reason;

       If not, my senses, better pleas’d with madness,

       Do bid it welcome.

       CAMILLO

       This is desperate, sir.

       FLORIZEL

       So call it: but it does fulfil my vow:

       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 belov’d: therefore, I pray you,

       As you have ever been my father’s honour’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 oppórtune to her need, I have

       A vessel rides fast by, but not prepar’d

       For this design. What course I mean to hold

       Shall nothing benefit your knowledge, nor

       Concern me the reporting.

       CAMILLO

       O, my lord,

       I would your spirit were easier for advice,

       Or stronger for your need.

       FLORIZEL

       Hark, Perdita.—[Takes her aside.]

       [To CAMILLO.] I’ll hear you by and by.

       CAMILLO

       He’s irremovable,

       Resolv’d for flight. Now were I happy if

       His going I could frame to serve my turn;

       Save him from danger, do him love and honour;

       Purchase the sight again of dear Sicilia

       And that unhappy king, my master, whom

       I so much thirst to see.

       FLORIZEL

       Now, good Camillo,

       I am so fraught with curious business that

       I leave out ceremony.

       CAMILLO

       Sir, I think

       You have heard of my poor services, i’ the love

       That I have borne your father?

       FLORIZEL

       Very nobly

       Have you deserv’d: it is my father’s music

       To speak your deeds; not little of his care

       To have them recompens’d as thought on.

       CA MILLO

       Well, my lord,

       If you may please to think I love the king,

       And, through him, what’s nearest to him, which is

       Your gracious self, embrace but my direction,—

       If your more ponderous and settled project

       May suffer alteration,—on mine honour,

       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 forfend! your ruin,—marry her;

       And,—with my best endeavours in your absence—

       Your discontenting father strive to qualify,

       And bring him up to liking.

       FLORIZEL

       How, Camillo,

       May this, almost a miracle, be done?

       That I may call thee something more than man,

       And, after that, trust to thee.

       CAMILLO

       Have you thought on

       A place whereto you’ll go?

       FLORIZEL

       Not any yet;

       But as the unthought-on accident is guilty

       To what we wildly do; so we profess

       Ourselves to be the slaves of chance, and flies

       Of every wind that blows.

       CAMILLO

       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.

       FLORIZEL

       Worthy Camillo,

       What colour for my visitation shall I

       Hold up before him?

       CAMILLO

       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,

       Things known betwixt us three, I’ll write you down;

       The which shall point you forth at every sitting,

       What you must say; that he shall not perceive

       But that you have your father’s bosom there,

       And speak his very heart.

       FLORIZEL

       I am bound to you:

       There is some sap in this.

       CAMILLO

       A course more promising

       Than a wild dedication of yourselves

       To unpath’d waters, undream’d shores, most certain

       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