_Shep._ I cannot speak, nor think, 440 Nor dare to know that which I know. O sir! You have undone a man of fourscore three, That thought to fill his grave in quiet; yea, To die upon the bed my father died, To lie close by his honest bones: but now 445 Some hangman must put on my shroud and lay me Where no priest shovels in dust. O cursed wretch, That knew'st this was the prince, and wouldst adventure To mingle faith with him! Undone! undone! If I might die within this hour, I have lived 450 To die when I desire. [_Exit._ _Flo._ Why look you so upon me? I am but sorry, not afeard, delay'd, But nothing alter'd: what I was, I am; More straining on for plucking back, not following My leash unwillingly. _Cam._ Gracious my lord, 455 You know your father's temper: at this time He will allow no speech, which I do guess You do not purpose to him; and as hardly Will he endure your sight as yet, I fear: Then, till the fury of his highness settle, 460 Come not before him. _Flo._ I not purpose it. I think, Camillo? _Cam._ Even he, my lord. _Per._ How often have I told you 'twould be thus! How often said, my dignity would last But till 'twere known! _Flo._ It cannot fail but by 465 The violation of my faith; and then Let nature crush the sides o' the earth together And mar the seeds within! Lift up thy looks: From my succession wipe me, father, I Am heir to my affection. _Cam._ Be advised. 470 _Flo._ I am, and by my fancy: if my reason Will thereto be obedient, I have reason; If not, my senses, better pleased with madness, Do bid it welcome. _Cam._ This is desperate, sir.