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Camillo has betray’d me;
Whose honour and whose honesty till now
Endur’d all weathers.

LORD
Lay ’t so to his charge:
He’s with the king your father.

LEONTES
Who? Camillo? [195]

LORD
Camillo, sir; I spake with him; who now
Has these poor men in question. Never saw I
Wretches so quake: they kneel, they kiss the earth;

Forswear themselves as often as they speak.
Bohemia stops his ears, and threatens them [200]
With divers deaths in death.

PERDITA
O my poor father!
The heaven sets spies upon us, will not have

Our contract celebrated.

LEONTES
You are married?

FLORIZEL
We are not, sir, nor are we like to be:
The stars, I see, will kiss the valley’s first: [205]
The odds for high and low’s alike.

LEONTES

My lord.
Is this the daughter of a king?

FLORIZEL