_Flo._ So call it: but it does fulfil my vow; 475 I needs must think it honesty. Camillo, Not for Bohemia, nor the pomp that may Be thereat glean'd; for all the sun sees, or The close earth wombs, or the profound sea hides In unknown fathoms, will I break my oath 480 To this my fair beloved: therefore, I pray you, As you have ever been my father's honour'd friend, When he shall miss me,--as, in faith, I mean not To see him any more,--cast your good counsels Upon his passion: let myself and fortune 485 Tug for the time to come. This you may know And so deliver, I am put to sea With her whom here I cannot hold on shore; And most opportune to our need I have A vessel rides fast by, but not prepared 490 For this design. What course I mean to hold Shall nothing benefit your knowledge, nor Concern me the reporting. _Cam._ O my lord! I would your spirit were easier for advice, Or stronger for your need. _Flo._ Hark, Perdita. 495 [_Drawing her aside._ I'll hear you by and by. _Cam._ He's irremoveable, Resolved for flight. Now were I happy, if His going I could frame to serve my turn, Save him from danger, do him love and honour, Purchase the sight again of dear Sicilia 500 And that unhappy king, my master, whom I so much thirst to see. _Flo._ Now, good Camillo; I am so fraught with curious business that I leave out ceremony. _Cam._ Sir, I think You have heard of my poor services, i' the love 505 That I have borne your father? _Flo._ Very nobly Have you deserved: it is my father's music To speak your deeds, not little of his care To have them recompensed as thought on. _Cam._ Well, my lord, If you may please to think I love the king, 510 And through him what is nearest to him, which is Your gracious self, embrace but my direction, If your more ponderous and settled project May suffer alteration, on mine honour I'll point you where you shall have such receiving 515 As shall become your highness; where you may Enjoy your mistress, from the whom, I see, There's no disjunction to be made, but by As heavens forefend! your ruin; marry her, And, with my best endeavours in your absence, 520 Your discontenting father strive to qualify And bring him up to liking. _Flo._ How, Camillo, May this, almost a miracle, be done? That I may call thee something more than man And after that trust to thee.