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" prodigal fon, and married a tinker's wife within “ mile where my lapd and living lies; and, having "s flown over many knavish profefsions, he fettled only * in a rogue ;” some call him Autolicus.
Clo. Out upon him, prig! for my life, prig; he haunts wakes, fairs, and bear-baitings.
Aut. Very true, Sir; he, Sir, he; that's the rogue that put me into this apparel.
Glo. Not a more cowardly rogue in all Bithynia; if you had but look'd big, and spit at him, he'd have run.
Aut. I must confess to you, Sir, I am no fighter; I am false of heart that way, and that he knew, I war. rant him.
Clo. How do you now?
Aut. Sweet Sir, much better than I was ; Itand and walk; I will even take my leave of you, and pace softly towards
Aut. No, good-fac'd Sir; no, fweet Sir.
Clo. Then, farewel, I must go to buy spices for our heep-lhearing.
[Exit Àut. Prosper you, sweet Sir ! Your purse is not hoe enough to purchase your fpice. I'll be with you at your Theep-lhearing too: if I make not this cheat bring out another, and the shearers prove fheep, let me be utroll’d, and my name put into the book of virtue !
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And merrily hent the style-a,
Enter Florizel and Perdita. Flo. These your unusual weeds to each part of you Do give a life: no fhepherdess, byt Flora
+ Begging gipsies, in the time of our author, were in gangs and, companies, that had something of the laew of an incorporated body,
Peering in Apriľs front. This your sheep-lhearing
Per. Sir, my gracious Lord,
The gracious mark o'th' land, you have obscur'd With a swain's wearing; and me, poor lowly maid, Most goddess-like prank'd up. But that our fealls In
every mess have folly., and the feeders
Flo. I bless the time
Per. Now, Jove afford you cause !
Flo. Apprehend Nothing but jollity: the gods themselves, Humbling their deities to love, have taken The shapes of beasts upon them. Jupiter Became a bull, and bellow'd; the green Neptunt A ram, and bleated; and the fire-rob’d God, Golden Apollo, a poor humble swain, As I seem now. Their transformations Were never for a piece of beauty rarer, Nor in a way so chafte : since
desires Run not before mine honour, nor my
lufts Burn hotter than my faith.
Per. O but, dear Sir, Your resolution cannot hold, when 'tis Oppos'd, as it must be, by th' power o'th'King One of these two must be necelīties,
Or I my
Which then will speak, that you must change this purlife.
The mirth o'th' feast. Or I'll be thine, my fair,
Per. O Lady Fortune,
Enter Shepherd, Clown, Mopfa, Dorcas, Servants;
with Polixenes and Camillo disguis’d.
Shep. “ Fie, daughter; when my old wife iiv’d, upon
[T. Pol, and Cam. It is my father's will I should take on me VOL. III,
The hostessship o'th' day; you're welcome, Sirs. Give me those fiowers there, Dorcas—Reverend Sirs, “ For you there's rosemary and rue, .these keep
Seeming and favour all the winter long: 6. Grace and remembrance be unto you both, " And welcome to our fhearing!
Pol. Shepherdess, (A fair one are you), well you
our ages With flowers of winter.
Per. “ Sir, the year growing ancient, « Not yet on summer's death, nor on the birth “ Of trembling winter, the faireft flowers o'th' season “ Are our carnations, and streak’d gilly-flowers, " Which some call Nature's bastards : of that kind “ Our rustic garden's barren, and I care not “ To get Nips of them.
Pol. Wherefore, gentle maiden, Do you neglect them?
Per. “ For I have heard it said, “ There is an art, which in their piedeness shares “ With great creating Nature. Pol. «
Say, there be; " Yet nature is made better by no mean, 66 But nature makes that
fo over that art, " Which you say adds to nature, is an art or That nature makes; you see, sweet maid, we marry “ A gentle scyon to the wildest stock; • And make conceive a bark of baser kind
By byd of nobler race. This is an art, 56 Which does mend nature, change it rather; but " The art itself is nature.
Per. So it is,
Pol. Then make your garden rich in gilly-flowers, And do not call them bastards.
Per. “ I'll not put 6. The dibble in earth, to set one sip of them : “ No more than, were I painted, I would wish " This youth should say, 'Twere well; and only there
66 fore 66 Desire to breed by me.-Here's flowers for you; " Hot laven.ler, mints, savoury, marjoram, 65. The mary uld, that goes to bed with th' fun,
• And with him rises, weeping: these are fowers “ Of middle summer, and, I think, they are given " To men of middle age.
Y'are very welcome. Gam. I should leave grasing, were I of your flock, And only live by gazing.
Per. “ Out, alas ! “ You'd be so lean, that blasts of January “ Would blow you through and through. Now, my
66 fairest friend, • I would I had some flowers o'th' spring, that might « Become your time of day; and your's, and your's, “ That wear upon your virgin-branches yet *** Your maiden-heads growing : O Proserpina, “ For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let 'it fall • From Dis’s waggon ! daffadils, “ That come before the swallow dares, and take “ The winds of March with beauty ; violets din, vi But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, “ Or Cytherca's breath ; pale primroses, “ That die unmarried, ere they can behold “ Bright Phoebus in his strength, (a malady “ Most incident to maids) ; gold oxlips, and “ The crown-imperial ; lilies of all kinds, • The flower-de-lis being one.
O these I lack “ To make you garlands of, and, my sweet friend, " To ftrow him o'r and o'er.
Flo. What? like a corse ?
Per. No, like a bank, for love to lie and play on ; Not like a corse; or if,
-not to be buried But quick, and in mine arms. Come, take your flowers; Methinks I play as I have seen them do In Whitsund' pastorals : sure, this robe of mine Does change my difpofition.
Flo. What you do, Ştill betters what is done. When you speak, (sweet), I'd have you do it ever: when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell fo ; fo give alms; Pray fo; and for the ord'ring your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' th' sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that ; move ftill, still so, And own no other function. Each