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ACT IV. SCENE II. 


Bohemia. The palace of POLIXENES

Enter POLIXENES and CAMILLO

 POLIXENES.

I pray thee, good Camillo, be no more importunate:
'tis a sickness denying thee anything; a death to grant this.

 CAMILLO.

It is fifteen years since I saw my country; though I have
for the most part been aired abroad, I desire to lay my bones
there. Besides, the penitent King, my master, hath sent for me;
to whose feeling sorrows I might be some allay, or I o'erween to
think so, which is another spur to my departure.

 POLIXENES.

As thou lov'st me, Camillo, wipe not out the rest of
thy services by leaving me now. The need I have of thee thine own
goodness hath made. Better not to have had thee than thus to
want thee; thou, having made me businesses which none without
thee can sufficiently manage, must either stay to execute them
thyself, or take away with thee the very services thou hast done;
which if I have not enough considered- as too much I cannot- to be
more thankful to thee shall be my study; and my profit therein the
heaping friendships. Of that fatal country Sicilia, prithee,
speak no more; whose very naming punishes me with the
remembrance of that penitent, as thou call'st him, and reconciled
king,my brother; whose loss of his most precious queen and
children are even now to be afresh lamented. Say to me, when
saw'st thou the Prince Florizel, my son? Kings are no less
unhappy,their issue not being gracious, than they are in losing them when they have approved their virtues.

 CAMILLO.

Sir, it is three days since I saw the Prince. What his
happier affairs may be are to me unknown; but I have missingly
noted he is of late much retired from court, and is less frequent
to his princely exercises than formerly he hath appeared.

 POLIXENES.

I have considered so much, Camillo, and with some care,
so far that I have eyes under my service which look upon his
removedness; from whom I have this intelligence, that he is
seldom from the house of a most homely shepherd- a man, they
say,that from very nothing, and beyond the imagination of his
neighbours, is grown into an unspeakable estate.

 CAMILLO.

I have heard, sir, of such a man, who hath a daughter of
most rare note. The report of her is extended more than can be
thought to begin from such a cottage.

 POLIXENES.

That's likewise part of my intelligence; but, I fear, the
angle that plucks our son thither. Thou shalt accompany us to the
place; where we will, not appearing what we are, have some
question with the shepherd; from whose simplicity I think it not
uneasy to get the cause of my son's resort thither. Prithee be my
present partner in this business, and lay aside the thoughts of
Sicilia.

 CAMILLO.

I willingly obey your command.

 POLIXENES.

My best Camillo! We must disguise ourselves.

Exeunt

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