Flo. So call it: but it does fulfil my vow;
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
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