Page 834 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

I leave out ceremony.

CAMILLO
Sir, I think
You have heard of my poor services, i’ th’ love [510]
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.

CAMILLO
Well, my lord,

If you may please to think I love the king, [515]
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 [520]
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 forefend! − your ruin. Marry her,
And with my best endeavours in your absence [525]
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 [530]