FLORIZEL I am bound to you:
There is some sap in this.
CAMILLO A cause 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 to be: besides you know
Prosperity's the very bond of love,
Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together
Affliction alters.
PERDITA One of these is true:
I think affliction may subdue the cheek,
But not take in the mind.
CAMILLO Yea, say you so?
There shall not at your father's house these
seven years
Be born another such.
FLORIZEL My good Camillo,
She is as forward of her breeding as
She is i' the rear our birth.
CAMILLO I cannot say 'tis pity
She lacks instructions, for she seems a mistress
To most that teach.
PERDITA Your pardon, sir; for this
I'll blush you thanks.
FLORIZEL My prettiest Perdita!
But O, the thorns we stand upon! Camillo,
Preserver of my father, now of me,
The medicine of our house, how shall we do?
We are not furnish'd like Bohemia's son,
Nor shall appear in Sicilia.
CAMILLO My lord,
Fear none of this: I think you know my fortunes
Do all lie there: it shall be so my care
To have you royally appointed as if
The scene you play were mine.
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