Page 832 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

I not purpose it.
I think − Camillo?

CAMILLO
Even he, my lord.

PERDITA
How often have I told you ’twould be thus!
How often said, my dignity would last

But till ’twere known!

FLORIZEL
It cannot fail, but by [470]
The violation of my faith; and then
Let nature crush the sides o’ th’ earth together,

And mar the seeds within! Lift up thy looks:
From my succession wipe me, father; I
Am heir to my affection.

CAMILLO
Be advis’d. [475]

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; [480]

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 hides