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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