_Flo._ I yield all this; But for some other reasons, my grave sir, 400 Which 'tis not fit you know, I not acquaint My father of this business. _Pol._ Let him know't. _Flo._ He shall not. _Pol._ Prithee, let him. _Flo._ No, he must not. _Shep._ Let him, my son: he shall not need to grieve At knowing of thy choice. _Flo._ Come, come, he must not. 405 Mark our contract. _Pol._ Mark your divorce, young sir, [_Discovering himself._ Whom son I dare not call; them art too base To be acknowledged: thou a sceptre's heir. That thus affects a sheep-hook! Thou old traitor, I am sorry that by hanging thee I can 410 But shorten thy life one week. And them, fresh piece Of excellent witchcraft, who of force must know The royal fool them copest with,-- _Shep._ O, my heart! _Pol._ I'll have thy beauty scratch'd with briers, and made More homely than thy state. For thee, fond boy, 415 If I may ever know them dost but sigh That them no more shalt see this knack, as never I mean thou shalt, we'll bar thee from succession; Not hold thee of our blood, no, not our kin, Far than Deucalion off: mark thou my words: 420 Follow us to the court. Thou churl, for this time, Though full of our displeasure, yet we free thee From the dead blow of it. And you, enchantment,-- Worthy enough a herdsman; yea, him too, That makes himself, but for our honour therein, 425 Unworthy thee,--if ever henceforth thou These rural latches to his entrance open, Or hoop his body more with thy embraces, I will devise a death as cruel for thee As thou art tender to't. [_Exit._ _Per._ Even here undone! 430 I was not much afeard; for once or twice I was about to speak and tell him plainly, The selfsame sun that shines upon his court Hides not his visage from our cottage, but Looks on alike. Will't please you, sir, be gone? 435 I told you what would come of this: beseech you, Of your own state take care: this dream of mine,-- Being now awake, I'll queen it no inch farther, But milk my ewes and weep. _Cam._ Why, how now, father! Speak ere thou diest.