ning the remainder of Perdita's jewels; which, after he had
bought herds of sheep with part of them, he had carefully hoarded up for
her marriage portion.

Polixenes then addressed his son. "How now, young man!" said he: "your
heart seems full of something that takes off your mind from feasting.
When I was young, I used to load my love with presents; but you have let
the pedlar go, and have bought your lass no toy."

The young prince, who little thought he was talking to the king his
father, replied, "Old sir, she prizes not such trifles; the gifts which
Perdita expects from me are locked up in my heart." Then turning to
Perdita, he said to her, "O hear me, Perdita, before this ancient
gentleman, who it seems was once himself a lover; he shall hear what I
profess." Florizel then called upon the old stranger to be a witness to
a solemn promise of marriage which he made to Perdita, saying to
Polixenes, "I pray you, mark our contract."

"Mark your divorce, young sir," said the king, discovering himself.
Polixenes then reproached his son for daring to contract himself to this
low-born maiden, calling Perdita "shepherd's-brat, sheep-hook," and
other disrespectful names; and threatening, if ever she suffered his son
to see her again, he would put her, and the old shepherd her father, to
a cruel death.

The king then left them in great wrath, and ordered Camillo to follow
him with Prince Florizel.

When the king had departed, Perdita, whose royal nature was roused by
Polixenes' reproaches, said, "Though we are all undone, I was not much
afraid; and once or twice I was about to speak, and tell him plainly
that the selfsame sun which shines upon his palace, hides not his face
from our cottage, but looks on both alike." Then sorrowfully she said,
"But now I am awakened from this dream, I will queen it no further.
Leave me, sir; I will go milk my ewes and weep."

The kind-hearted Camillo was charmed with the spirit and propriety of
Perdita's behaviour; and perceiving that the young prince was too deeply
in love to give up his mistress at the command of his royal father, he
thought of a way to befriend the lovers, and at the same time to execute
a favourite scheme he had in his mind.

Camillo had long known that Leontes, the King of Sicily, was become a
true penitent; and though Camillo was now the favoured friend of King
Polixenes, he could not help wishing once more to see his late royal
master and his native home. He the