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To think, your father, by some accident, For you there's rosemary, and rue; these keep
Should pass this way, as you did : Oh, the fates! Seeming, and savour, all the winter 10:18:
How would he look, to see his work, so noble, Grace, and remembrance', be to you both
Vilely bound up? What would he lay? Or how And welcome to our thcaring!
Should I, in these, my borrowd flaunts, behold Pol. Shepherders,
The sternness of his presence ?

|(A fair one are you well you fit our ages Fl. Apprehend

With flowers of winter. Nothing but jollity. The gods themselves,

Per. Sir, the year growing ancient,-Humbling their deities to love, have taken Not yet on summer's death, nor on the birth The shapes of beasts upon them: Jupiter Oftrembling winter---the fairelt flowers o'the seafort Became a bull, and bellow'd; the green Neptune Are our carnations, and streak'd gilly-flowers, Aram, and bleated ; and the fire-rob'd god, Which some call, nature's bastards : of that kind Golden Apollo, a poor humble fwain,

Our ruftick garden's barren ; and I care not As I seem now : Their transformations

To get flips of them.
Were never for a piece of beauty rarer ;

Pol. Wherefore, gentle maiden,
Nor in a way fo chafte : since my desires Do you neglect them?
Run not before mine honour ; nor my lusts

Par. For I have heard it said,
Burn hotter than my faith.

There is an art, which, in their piedness, Thues Per. O but, dear fir,

With great creating nature. Your resolution cannot hold, then 'tis

Pul. Say, there be ; Oppos’d, as it must be, by the power o'the king : Yet nature is made better by no mean, One of these two must be neceffities, (purpose, But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art Which then will speak; that you must change this Which, you say, aalds to nature, is an art Or I my life.

That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry. Flo. Thou dearest Perdita,

A gentler cyon to the wildet stock;
With these forc'd thoughts, I pr’ychee, darken not And make conceive a bark of bafer kind
The mirth o’rlie fcaft: Or I'll be thine, my fair, By bud of nobler race : This is an art
Or not my father's : for I cannot be

Which docs mend nature : change it rather: but Mine own, nor any thing to any, if

The art itself is nature. I be not thine; to this I ain moit constant,

. So it is.
Though destiny say, no. Be merry, gentle ; P'vl. Tlien make your garden rich in gilly-flowers,
Strangle such thoughts as there, with any thing And do not call them bitards.
That you behold the while. Your guests are coming;

Per. I'll not put
Lift up your countenance; as it were the day The dibble in carth to set one Nip of them :
Of celebration of thiat nuptial, which

No more than, were I painted, I would with Wetwo have sworn thall come.

This youth should say, 'twere well ; and only Per. O lady fortune,

therefore Stand you aufpicious !

Desire to breed by me.--Here's flowers for you ; Enter S bepherd,Clown, Mopf.2, Dorcas,Servants; with | Hot lavender, mints, lavory, marjoram; Polixenes, and Cumillo, disguis’d.

The marigole!, that goes to bed with the sun, Clo. See, your guests approach :

And with bim inies weeping: these are towers Addrefs yourself to entertain them (prightly, Of mille summer, and, I think, they are given And let's be red with mirth.

(upon | To men of middle age: You are very welcome. Shep. Fye, daughter! when my old wife liv’d, Can. I fould leave grazing, were I of your flok, This day, the was both partier, butler, cook ; And only live by gazing. Boch duine and servant : welcom'd all; servd all; Per. Out, alas! Wouldfing her long and dance herturn; now here, You'd be fo lean, that blasts of January At upper end o' the table, now, i' the middle ; Would blow you through and through. Now, my On luis Thoulder, and his: her fucco fire

fairest friend, With labsur ; and the thing, the took to quench it, I would, I had some fowers o'the spring, that might She would to each one íip : You are retird, Become


time of day; and yours, and yours; As if you were a feasted one, and not

That wear upon your virgin branches yet The hostess of the meeting : Pray you, bid Your maidealeads growing :-) Proierpina, These unknown friends to us welcome; for it is For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let it fall A way to make us better friends, more known. From Dis's waggon! daffodils, Come, quench your blushes ; and present yourself | That come befure the swallow dares, and take That which you are, miltrers o'the feast: Come on, The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, And bid us welcom: to your theep-lhearing, But sweeter than the lid of Juno's eyes, As your goodi flock ihall prosper.

Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, Per. Sir, welcome! (To Pol. and Cu". Thit die unmarried, ere they can behold It is my father's will, I should take on ine Bright Phæbus in his strength, a malady The hotteisship o'the day :-You're welcome, fir! Molt incident to maids ; bold oxlips, and Give me those flowers there, Durcas.---Reverend fiss, The crown-imperial; lilies of all kinds,

1 Rue was called herb of grace. Rufeinary was anciently supposed to Itrengthen the memory, and is prescribed for that purpose in he busks of ancient phyfick.


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The Rower-de-lis being one! O, there I lack, Pol. She dances featly. To make you garlands of ; and, my sweet friend, Shep. So she does any thing ; though I report it, 'To Itrow him o'er and o'er.

That ihould be filent: if young Doricles
Flo. What? like a corse?

Do light upon her, the Thall bring liim that
Per. No, like a bank, for love to lie and play on; Which he not dreams of.
Not like a corte : or if,-10% to be buried,

Enter a Servant. But quick, and in mine arms. Come, take your Ser. O master, if you did but hear the pedler 1 flowers :

the door, you would never dance again after a tabor Methinks, I play as I have seen them do and pipe; no, the bag-pipe could not move you: In Whitsun' pattorals : sure, this robe of mine he fings several tunes, fafter than you'll tell money; Dues change my disposition.

he utters them as he had eaten ballads, and all men's Fls. What you do,

ears grew to his tunes. Sill betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, Clo. He could never come better; he shall come I'd have you do it ever: when you fing,

in : I love a ballad but even too well; if it be I'd have you buy and sell so; fo give alms ; doleful matter, merrily set down, or a very pleaYray fu: and, for the ordering your atfairs, fant thing indeed, and sung lamentably. To fing them too: When you do dance, I wish you Scr. He hath songs, for man, or woman, of all A wave o'the sea, that you miglit ever do lizes; no milliner can to fit his customers with gloves: Nothing but that; move ftill, itill fo,

he has the prettiett love-longs for maids ; so withe And own no other function: Each your doing, out baudry, which is strange; with such delicate So singular in each particular,

burdens of dil-do's and fudings: jump her and Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds, plump ber; and where some stretch-mouth'd rascal That all your acts are queens.

would, as it were, mean mischief, and lvreak 2 Per. O Doricles,

foul gap into the matter, he makes the maid to anYour praises are too large: but that your youth, wer, 1160mp, do me no harm, good man; puts inim And the true blood, which peep, fairly through it, off

, Rights him, with Ibong, do me no baim, good Do plainly give you out an unftain'd thepherd; With wisdom I might fear, my Doricles,

Pol. This is a brave fellow. You woo'd me the falle way.

Cl.. Believe me, thou talkert of an admirable. Fl. I think you have

conceited fellow. Has he any unbraided + wares? As little skill I to fear, as I have purpose

Ser. He hath ribbons of wll the colours i’ the rain. To put you to't.-Buit, come; our dance, I pray: bow; points, more than all the lawyers in Bohemia Your hand, my Perdita: so turtles pair,

can learnedly handle, though they come to him by That never mean to part.

the grofs; inkles, caddilles 5, cambricks, lawns : Per. I'll swear for 'em.

why, he fings them over, 'as they were gods or Pel. This is the prettiest low-born lass, that ever soddlelles: you would think, a smock were a theRan on the grecna-fward: nothing the does, or seems, angel; he fo chants to the fleei e-hand, and the But smacks of tomething greater than herself ; work about the square on 'to. Too noblc for this place.

Cl. Prythee, bring him in; and let him apCam. He tells her something,

proach singing. That makes her blood look out: Good sooth, she is Per. Forewarn him, that he use no scurrilous The queen of curds and cream.

words in his tunes. Clo. Come on, Itrike up.

Cl. You have of these pedlers, that have more Dor. Mopsa must be your mistress: marry, garlick, in 'em than you'd think, litter. To mend her killing with.

Per. Ay, good brother, or go about to think , Vip. Now, in good time! [manners.-Ch. Not a word, a word; we stand upon our

Enter Aursiycus, finging. Come, Atrike up.

Lawn, as white as driven snow; Hire a Dance of Shepherds and Shepberdolles. Cyprus, black as c'er was crow; Pol. Pray, good mepherd, what

Gioves, as sweet as demak rojes; Fairsw'nin is this, which dances with your daughter? Malks for fuces, and for noes ;

Shep. They call him Doricles; and he boasts him Bugle brourlet, neck-lase amber; To have a worthy feeding 2 : but I have it felf Pe fume for a lady's churrber; Upon his own report, and I believe it ;

Golden qusifs, and ftomachers, He looks like footh3, Hesays, he loves imy daughter;


my lads to give thi. dears; I trunk so tvo; for never gaz'd the moon

Pin , and poking-fricks of fie!", l'pon the water, as he'll stand, and read,

W'bat muids laik from beadta beul: As 'twere, my daughter's eyes: and, to be plain, Come, buy of me, rome: come lisy, tome's; I think, there is not half a kiss to chule,

Buy, lids, or elfi your ia les cry: Who loves another belt.

Come buj, &c.

I That is, reason. 2 i. c. a considerable tract of pasturage. 3 ;. e. truth. 4 i. c, undamad. 5 Mr. Steevens conjectures caddis to mean ferret. The work aboue the square or's probably figues the work or einbroidery about ihe bofom part of a shift, which migli then have been of a luare form, or might have a squarc tucker. • Thele polingoticks were beared in the fire, and inade us of to adjust the plants of ruifs.


Cl.. If I were not in love with Mopsa, thou Mop. Let's have some merry ones. fhould'It take no money of me; but being enthrall’d Aui. Why, this is a pafling merry one ; and gnes as I am, it will alto be the bondage of certain rib-to the tune of, Two maids wooing a man: there's bons and gloves.

scarce a maid westward, but she sings it; 'tis in Mop. I was promis'd them against the feast; request, I can tell you. but they come not too late now.

Mop. We can both sing it; if thou'lt bear a Dor. He hath promis'd you more than that, or part, thou shalt hear; 'tis in three parts., there be liars.

Dor. We had the tune on't a month ago. Mop. He hath paid you all he promis'd you : Aut. I can bear my part; you must know, 'tis may be, he has paid you more; which will Thame my occupation : have at it with you. you to give him again.

S o N G. Clo. Is there no manners left among maids? will A. Get you berce, for I must go; they wear their plackets, where they should bear H bere, it fits not you 19 know. their faces? Is there not milking-time, when you

D. W'bither? M. O, whisher ? 17 bither? are going to bed, or kill-hole, to whistle off there M. It becomes thy oath full well, secrets; but you must be tittle-tattling before all our Tbou to me thy secrets tell: guests? 'Tis well they are whispering: Clamour ? D. Me tos, let me go tbither. your tongues, and not a word more.

M. Or thou go'st to the grange, or mill:
Mop. I have done. Come, you promis'd me a D. If to either, thou doji ill.
Cawdry lace, and a pair of sweet gloves ?.

A. Neither. D. Wbai, norber? A. Neitber. (lo. Have I not told thee, how I was cozen'd by D. Thou haft sworn my love to be ; the way, and loft all my money?

M. Thou hafi sworn it more to 24: Ait. And, indeed, sir, there are cozeners abroad; Ther, wbiber goli? say, wbieber? therefore it behoves men to be wary.

Clo. We'll have this song out anon by ourselves : Clo. Fear not thou, man, thou thalt lose nothing My father and the gentlemen are in fad 4 talk, and here.

we'll not trouble them : come, bring away thy Aut. I hope so, fir ; for I have about me many pack after me. Wenches, I'll buy for you both; parcels of charge.

--Pedler, let's have the first choice.--- Follow me, Cl. Witbatt here ballads?

sirk. Mp Pray now, buy fonie : I love a ballad in slut. And you mall pay weil for em. [olice. print, a’-life 3 ; for then we are sure they are true.

il ill you by any tafo, Aut. Here's one, to a very doleful time, Howill

Os luce for your budge usurer's wife was brought w bed with rueniy mu

Miy durdué, modi-a? ner-bags at a burden; and how the longd to eat adders' heads, and toads carbonado'd.

any toys for your banid, Mop. Is it true, think you?

Of b. new, and tirti, jiu ja aedi-.? Aui. Very true ; and but a month old.

C'19: to the p.dler ; Dor. Bless me from marrying aufmer !

Voney's at medler, slut. Here's the midwife's nanie to'l, one mil

Thu doid users all meni' al'e -1, frels Taleporter; and five or fix honest wives the [1.36. Clorun, Hurciye'os, Dorials, and digita were present : Wlry thould I carry lies abround?

Erir o Sirvant. Mlop. Pray you now, buy it.

Sr. Mifter, there are three carters, three thepClo. Come on, lay it by: And let's first see more herds, three neal-herds, three swine-terd, that ballads; we'll buy the other things anon. have made themselves all men of hair 6; they call

Aut. Here's another ballad, Of a filh, that ap-themselves, faltiers : and they have a dance, which pear'd upon the conft, on Wednesday the fouricove the Wenches say is a gallimaury of gambols, because of April, forty thoutand fathom above water, and they are not in't ; but they thenijelves are o'the fung this ballid against the hard hearts of maids : mind, (if it be not too rough for some, that know it was thought, she was a woman, and was turn’a little but bouling) it will pleate plentifully. into a cold fish, for the would not exchange fleth Ship. Away! we'll none on't; here has been too with one that lov'd her : The ballad is very piti inuch homely foolery already :--I know, fir, we ful, and as true.

Wedly you. Dor. Is it true too, think you

Pol. You weary those that refresh us : Pray, let's slut. Five justices' hands at it ; and witneiles, see these four threes of herdsmen. more than my pack will hold.

Ser. One three of them, by their own report, Clo. Lay it by too : Another.

fir, hath dancit before the king; and not the * 0110 Aut. This is a merry builled; but a very pretty of the three, but jumps (weive foot and a half by

the square,

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I When bells are at the height, in order to cease them, the repetition of the strokes becomes much quicker than before; this is called ciumading them. 2 Sweet, or perlumed gloves, were very fashion able in the age of Elizabcil, and long afterwards. Täiedry laces were worn about the ladies he:ds, necks, and wailis. 3 i. c. at lite 1. e. ferious. sie bring out, or produce.

0 Men Chair, are hairy nien, or fatyrs, A dance of fatyrs was nu unusual entertainment withole times.

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Skep. Leave your prating ; since these good men And, daughter, yours.
are pleas’d, let them come in ; but quickly now. Pol. Soft, swain, a while, 'beseech you;
Scr. Why, they stay at door, sir.

Have you a father?
Here a dance of twelve Satyrs.

Flo. I have : But what of him?
Pol. [Ajide.] 0, father, you'll know more of Pol. Knows he of this?
that hereafter.

Fl. He neither does, nor shall.
Is it not too far gone ?--'Tis time to part them. Pol. Methinks, a father
He's simple, and tells much.-How now, fair Is, at the nuptial of his son, a guest
Thepherd ?

That beft becomes the table. Pray you, once more ;
Your heart is full of something, that doth take Is not your father grown incapable

Your mind from feasting. Sooth, when I was young, of reasonable affairs? is he not stupid [hear?
And handed love, as you do, I was wont With age, and altering rheums? Can he speak?
To load my the with knacks: I would have ransack’a Know man from man è difpute his own estate ?
The pedler's silken treasury, and have pour'd it Lies he not bed-rid ? and again does nothing,
To her acceptance ; you have let him go, But what he did being childih ?
And nothing marted with him: If your lass Flo. No, good fır;
Interpretation should abuse; and call this, He has his health, and ampler strength, indeed,
Your lack of love, or bounty ; you were straited

Than most have of his age.
For a reply, at least, if you make a care

Pol. By my white beard,
Of happy holding her.

You offer him, if this be so, a wrong
Flo. Old fir, I know,

Something unfilial : Reason, my fon
She prizes not such trifles as these are :

Should chuse himself a wife ; but as good reasong
The gists, the looks from me, are pack'd, and lock’d, The father (all whose joy is nothing else
Up in my heart; which I have given already, But fair potterity) ihould hold some counsel
But not deliver'd.--0, hear me breathe my life In such a business.
Before this ancient sir, who, it should seem,

Flo. I yield all this;
Hath fometime lov’d: I take thy hand; this hand, But, for some other reasons, my grave sir,
As foft as dove's down, and as white as it; Which ’tis not fit you know, i not acquaint
Or Ethiopian's tooth, or the fann'd snow,

My father of this buíiness.
That's bolted by the northern blafts twice o'er. Pol. Let him know't.
Pol. What follows this?--

Flo. He shall not.
How prettily the young fwain seems to wath Pol. Prythee, let him.
The hund, was fair before !--I have put you out :-

Flo. No, he must not.
But, to your proteitation ; let me hear

Shep. Let hin?, my fon; he shall not need to grieve
you profess.

At knowing of thy choice.
Flo. Do, and be witness to't.

Flo. Come, come, he must not :-
Pel. And this my neighbour too?

Mark our contract.
Flo. And he, and more

Pol. Mark your divorce, young fır,
Than he, and men; the earth, the heavens, and all :

[Discovering him ef.
That,--were I crown'd the most imperial monarch, Whom fon I dare not call; thou art too baie
Thereof molt worthy; were I the fairelt youth To be acknowledg'd: Thou a icepter's heir,
That ever made eye swerve; had force, and know- That thus affect'it a inecp-hook!-Thou old traytor,

[them, I am sorry, that, by hanging thee, I can but
More than was ever man's, I would not prize Shorten thy life one week.--And thou, freih piece
Without her love : for her, employ them all; Of excellent witchcraft; who, of force, mut know
Commend them, and condemn them, to her service, The royal fool thou cop'st with ;-
Or to their own perdition.

Sbep. O, my heart !

made Pol. Fairly orier U.

Pol. I'll have thy beauty scratch'd with briars,and Cam. This thews a found affection.

More homely than thy state.---For thee, fond boy, Shep. But my daughter,

If I may ever know, thou doft but sigh, (never Say you the like to him?

That thou no more thalt never see this knack, (as
Per. I cannot speak

I mean thou shalt) we'll bar thee from luccellion ;
So well, nothing so well; no, nor mean better : Not hold thee of our blood, no not our kin,
By the pattern of mine own thoughts I cut out Far than Deucalion off: Mark thou my words;
The purity of liis.

Follow us to the court.-Thou churl, for this time,
Shop. Take hands, a bargain ;-

Though full of our displeasure, yet we free thee And, friends unknown, you mall bear witness to't: From the dead blow of it. And you, enchantI give my daughter to nim, and will make

Her portion equal his.

Worthy enough a herdsinan; yea, him too,
Flo. O, that must be

That makes himself, but for our honour therein,
l' the virtue of your daughter: one being dead, Unworthy thee,-if ever, hencefurth, thou
I Thall have more thar: you can dream of yet;

These rural latches to his entrance open,
Enough then for your wonder : But, come on, Or hoop his body more with thy embraces,
Contract us 'fore these witnetles.

will devise a death as cruel for thee,
Sbep. Come, your hand;

As thou art tender to it.



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Per. Even here undone!

To this my fair belov'd : Therefore, I pray you, I was not much afcard : for once, or twice, As you have ever been my father's friend, I was about to speak; and tell nin plainly, When he ihall miss nie, (as, in faith, I incan not The felf-fame fun, that thines upon his court, To see him any more) cant your good countels Hides not his visage from our cottage, but

C'pon bis pallion ; Let myself, and fortune,
Looks on alike. Wilt please you, fir, be gone? Tug for the time to come. This you may know,

[To Fiorizel. And to deliver,-I am put to tea
I told you, what would come of this: 'Befeech you, Vith her, whom here I cannot hold on thore ;
Of your own itato take care: this dream of mine,- And, most opportune to our need, I have
Being now awake, I'll quieen it no inch farther, A vetfel rides fait by, but not prepard
But milk my ewes, and weep.

For this design. What courie I mean to hold,
Cam. Why, how now, father?

Shall nothing benefit your knowledge, nor Speak, ere thou dieft.

Concern me the reporting.
Sbip. I cannot fpeak, nor think,

Cam. O my lord,
Nor dare to know that which I knott:--), fir, I would your spirit were easier for advice,

(to Florized. Or stronger for your need. You have undone a man of fourscore three,

17. Hark, Perdita.That thought to fill his grave in quiet; yed, I'I hear you by and by.

[T, Camillo, To die upon the bed my father dy'd,

Cam. [ <ifide.] He's irremoveable, To lie close by his honest bones : but not Retoli d for fight: Now were I happy, if Some hangman mult put on my throw!,ind lay me His going I could frame to serve my turn; Where no priett ihovels-in duit':-Ocut viivsetci! Sve bini from danger, do him love and honcur;

[ro Perdita. Purchase the fight again of dear Sicilia,
That knew'lt this was the prince, and woullit Iind that unhappy king, my maiter, whom

I 1o much thirt to see.
To mingle faith with him.-Undonc ! undone! Flo. Now, good Camillo,
If I inight die within this hour, I have livid I am so fraught with curious business, that
To die when I desire.

[Exit. I leave out ceremony. Flo. Why look you so upon me?

Cam. Sir, I think, I am but forry, nt afeard ; delay'd,

You have heard of my poor services, i' the love But nothing alter'd: What I was, I am : Thai I have borne your father? More training on, for plucking back ; not following Ilo. Very nobly My leath unwillingly.

Have you duiurvd: it is my father's musick,
Cam. Gracious my lord,

To fpeak your deeds ; not little of his care
You know your father's temper : at this tine To have them recompenf'd as thought on.
He will allow no speech,which, 1 do guets, Cam. Well, my lord,
You do not purpose to lint; -and as lurily lf

you may pleate to think I love the king; Will he endure your figlit as yet, I fear : And, ihrough him, what is nearest to him, which is Then, 'till the fury of his biglanets tetile,

Your gracious self ; enibrace but my direction, Come not before tim.

(If your more ponderous and settled project Flo. I not purpose it.

May urier alteration) on mine honour, I think, Cimillo.

l'il point you where you shall have such reCan. Even he, my lord.

ceiving Per. How often have i told you, 'twould be thus? As shall become your highness; where you may How often laid, my dignity would lait

Enjoy your mistress ; from the whom, I fee, But 'till 'twere known

There's no disjunction to be made, but by Fly. It cannot fail, but by

(As licavens forefend !) your ruin : Marry her ; The violation of my faith); And then

And (ivith my bett endeavours in your abience) Let nature cru'h the files o' the carth together, Your discontenting father I'll ítrive to qualify, And mar the feeds witinin ! --Lift up tay looks :- und bring him up to liking. From my luccellion wipe me, father! I

tio. How, Camillo, Am heir to my affection.

May this, almost a miracle, be done? Cam. Be advis'd.

That I may call thee something more than man, Flo. I am ; and by my faitwy?: if my reafon And, after that, trutt to thee. Will ther to be obedient, I inve rettan;

Cam. Have you thought on Ii not, my lentos, better fle.dy's with maineis, A place, whereto you'll go ? Do bid it weic nie.

Fio. Not any yet :
Gam. This is descrita, fir.

But as the unthought-on accident is guilty
Flo. So call it: but it does fulil my vow; To what we wildly do; so we profets
I needs muit think iconeity. Camill), Ourselves to be the flaves of chance, and flies
Not for Bohemia, nor the pomp tint may of every wind that blows.
Be thereat glean'd; for all the fuo lees, or

Cain. Then lift to me : 'The clofe eartla wombs, or the profound iea hides This follows, if you will not change your purpose, In unknown fachoms, will I break my oath But undergo this tight ;--Make for Sicilia ;

* This part of the pries's odice was not left off till the reign of Edward VI.

2 i. e, love.


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