conscience take it.
Cam. Unbuckle, unbuckle.
[Florizel] and Autolycus exchange garments.
Fortunate mistress,—let my prophecy
Come home to ye!—you must retire yourself
Into some covert: take your sweetheart's hat
And pluck it o'er [your] brows, muffle your face,
Dismantle you, and, as you can, disliken
The truth of your own seeming; that you may—