Bee; what I am to buy for our sheep-shearing feast? Aut. Very true, sir; he, sir, he; that's the rogue, Three pound of sugar; five pound of currants; that put me into this apparel. Aut. I must confess to you, sir, I am no fighter: am false of heart that way; and that he knew, I warrant him. rice What will this sister of mine do with rice ?| Clo. Not a more cowardly rogue in all Bohemia; But my father hath made her mistress of the feast, if you had but looked big, and spit at him, he'd and she lays it on. She hath made me four-and- have run. twenty nosegays for the shearers: three man songmen' all, and very good ones; but they are most I of them means and bases: but one Puritan amongst them, and he sings psalms to hornpipes. I must have saffron, to colour the warden3 pies; mace,dates,-none; that's out of my note: nutmegs, seven; a race or two of ginger; but that I may beg-four pound of prunes, and as many of raisins o' the sun. Aut. O, that ever I was born! Clo. How do you now? Aut. Sweet sir, much better than I was; I can stand, and walk: I will even take my leave of you, and pace softly towards my kinsman's. Clo. Shall I bring thee on the way? [Grovelling on the ground. for our sheep-shearing. Clo. I' the name of me,Aut. Prosper you, sweet sir!-[Exit Clown.! Aut. O, help me, help me! pluck but off these Your purse is not hot enough to purchase your rags; and then, death, death! spice. I'll be with you at your sheep-shearing too: If I make not this cheat bring out another, and the shearers prove sheep, let me be unrolled, and my name put in the book of virtue! Clo. Alack, poor soul! thou hast need of more rags to lay on thee, rather than have these off. Aut. O, sir, the loathsomeness of them offends me more than the stripes I have received; which are mighty ones and millions. Cio. Alas, poor man! a million of beating may come to a great matter. Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way, [Exit. Aut. I am robbed, sir, and beaten; my money and apparel ta'en from me, and these detestable SCENE III.-The same. A shepherd's cottage. things put upon me. Clo. What, by a horse-man, or a foot-man? Enter Florizel and Perdita. Flo. These your unusual weeds to each part of you Clo. Indeed, he should be a foot-man, by the Do give a life: no shepherdess; but Flora, garments he has left with thee; if this be a horse-Peering in April's front. This your sheep-shearing man's coat, it hath seen very hot service. Lend me Is as a meeting of the petty gods, thy hand, I'll help thee: come, lend me thy hand. And you the queen on't. [Helping him up. Sir, my gracious lord, To chide at your extremes, it not becomes me; O, pardon, that I name them: your high self, Aut. O! good sir, tenderly, oh! Per. Aut. O, good sir, softly, good sir: I fear, sir, The gracious mark o' the land, you have obscur'd my shoulder-blade is out." Clo. How now! canst stand? Aut. Softly, dear sir: [Picks his pocket.] good sir, softly: you ha' done me a charitable oilice. Clo. Dost lack any money? I have a little money for thee. Aut. No, good sweet sir; no, I beseech you, sir: I have a kinsman not past three-quarters of a mile henee, unto whom I was going; I shall there have money, or any thing I want: Offer me no money, I pray you; that kills my heart. Clo. What manner of fellow was he that robbed you? Aut. A fellow, sir, that I have known to go about with trol-my-dames: I knew him once a servant of the prince; I cannot tell, good sir, for which of his virtues it was, but he was certainly whipped out of the court. With a swain's wearing; and me, poor lowly maid, Clo. His vices, you would say; there's no virtue whipped out of the court: they cherish it, to make Nothing but jollity. The gods themselves, it stay there; and yet it will no more but abide. Humbling their deities to love, have taken Aut. Vices I would say, sir. I know this man The shapes of beasts upon them: Jupiter well: he hath been since an ape-bearer; then a Became a bull, and bellow'd; the green Neptune process-server, a bailiff; then he compassed a mo- A ram, and bleated; and the fire-rob'd god, tions of the prodigal son, and married a tinker's Golden Apollo, a poor humble swain, wife within a mile where my land and living lies; As I seem now: Their transformations and, having flown over many knavish professions, Were never for a piece of beauty rarer; he settled only in rogue: some call him Autolycus. Nor in a way so chaste: since my desires Clo. Out upon him! Prig, for my life, prig: he Run not before mine honour; nor my lusts haunts wakes, fairs, and bear-baitings. (1) Singers of catches in three parts. (2) Tenors. (3) A species of pears. (4) The machine used in the game of holes, Burn hotter than my faith. (5) Sojourn. (6) Puppet-show. (7) Thief. (11) Dressed with ostentation, (12) i. e, of station. Per. purpose, Thou dearest Perdita, Or I my life. I be not thine: to this I am most constant, Lift up your countenance; as it were the day Per. Stand you auspicious! Pol. Say, there be; Yet nature is made better by no mean, Per. Desire to breed by me.-Here's flowers for you! O lady fortune, The marigold, that goes to bed with the sun, Enter Shepherd, with Polisenes, and Camillo, dis- Shep. Fie, daughter! when my old wife liv'd, upon This day, she was both pantler, butler, cook; Per. Out, alas! I would I had some flowers o'the spring, that might With labour; and the thing she took to quench it, From Dis's wagon! daffodils, Per. For you there's rosemary, and rue; these keep Pol. Shepherdess, (A fair one are you,) well you fit our ages With flowers of winter. Per. Not yet on summer's death, nor on the birth season Are our carnations, and streak'd gillyflowers, That come before the swallow dares, and take Methinks, I play as I have seen them do Flo. Sir, the year growing ancient,-I'd have you buy and sell so; so give alms; Do you neglect them? Wherefore, gentle maiden, For I have heard it said, There is an art, which, in their piedness, shares With great creating nature. Here a dance of shepherds and shepherdesses. Pol. Pray, good shepherd, what Fair swain is this, which dances with your daughter? Shep. They call him Doricles, and he boasts himself To have a worthy feeding :2 but I have it He looks like sooth: He says, he loves my daughter; I think so too; for never gaz'd the moon She dances featly." Pol. Shep. So she does any thing; though I report it, That should be silent: if young Doricles Do light upon her, she shall bring him that Which he not dreams of. Enter a Servant. Clo. Believe me, thou talkest of an admirable conceited fellow. Has he any unbraided wares ?* Serv. He hath ribands of all the colours i'the rainbow; points, more than all the lawyers in Bohemia can learnedly handle, though they come to him by the gross; inkles, caddises, cambrics, lawns: why, ho sings them over, as they were gods or goddesses; you would think a smock were a she-angel; he so chants to the sleeve-hand, and the work about the square on't." Clo. Pr'ythee, bring him in; and let him approach singing. Per. Forewarn him, that he use no scurrilous words in his tunes. Clo. You have of these pedlers, that have more in 'em than you'd think, sister. Per. Ay, good brother, or go about to think. Lawn, as white as driven snow; Come, buy of me, come; come buy, come buy; Clo. If I were not in love with Mopsa, thou should'st take no money of me; but being enthrall'd as I am, it will also be the bondage of certain ribands and gloves. Mop. I was promis'd them against the feast; but they come not too late now. Dor. He hath promised you more than that, or there be liars. Mop. He hath paid you all he promised you: may be he has paid you more; which will shame you to give him again. Clo. Is there no manners left among maids? will they wear their plackets, where they should bear Serv. O master, if you did but hear the pedler their faces? Is there not milking-time, when you at the door, you would never dance again after a tabor and pipe: no, the bagpipe could not move you: he sings several tunes, faster than you'll tell money; he utters them as he had eaten ballads, and all men's ears grew to his tunes. Clo. He could never come better: he shall come in: I love a ballad but even too well: if it be doleful matter, merrily set down, or a very pleasant thing indeed, and sung lamentably. Serv. He hath songs, for man or woman, of all sizes: no milliner can so fit his customers with gloves: he has the prettiest love-songs for maids; so without bawdry, which is strange; with such delicate burdens of dildos and fadings; jump her and thump her; and where some stretch-mouth'd rascal would, as it were, mean mischief, and break a foul gap into the matter, he makes the maid to answer, Whoop, do me no harm, good man; puts him off, slights him, with Whoop, do me no harm, good man. Pol. This is a brave fellow. (1) Green turf. (2) A valuable tract of pasturage. (3) Truth. (4) Neatly. (5) Plain goods. (6) Worsted galloon. A kind of tape. (8) The cuffs, The work about the bosom, are going to-bed, or kiln-hole," to whistle off these secrets; but you must be tittle-tattling before all our guests? 'Tis well they are whispering: Clamour your tongues, 12 and not a word more. Mop. I have done. Come, you promised me a tawdry lace," and a pair of sweet gloves. Clo. Have I not told thee, how I was cozened by the way, and lost all my money? Aut. And, indeed, sir, there are cozeners abroad; therefore it behoves men to be wary. Clo. Fear not thou, man, thou shalt lose nothing here. Aut. I hope so, sir; for I have about me many parcels of change. Clo. What hast here? ballads? Mop. Pray now buy some: I love a ballad in print, a'-life; for then we are sure they are true. Aut. Here's one to a very doleful tune, How a usurer's wife was brought to-bed of twenty moneybags at a burden; and how she longed to eat adders' heads, and toads carbonadoed. (10) Amber, of which necklaces were made fit to perfume a lady's chamber. (11) Fire-place for drying malt; still a noted gossiping-place. (12) Ring a dumb peal. (13) A lace to wear about the head or waist, Mop. Is it true, think you? themselves saltiers: and they have a dance which the wenches say is a gallimaufry of gambols, be cause they are not in't; but they themselves are mis-o'the mind (if it be not too rough for some, that know little but bowling,) it will please plentifully. Aul. Very true and but a month old. Dor. Bless me from marrying a usurer! Aut. Here's the midwife's name to't, one tress Taleporter; and five or six honest wives' that were present: Why should I carry lies abroad? Mop. Pray you now, buy it. Clo. Come on, lay it by: And let's first see more ballads; we'll buy the other things anon. Shep. Away! we'll none on't; here has been too much humble foolery already :-I know, sir, we weary you. Pol. You weary those that refresh us: Pray let's Aut. Here's another ballad, of a fish, that ap- see these four threes of herdsinen. peared upon the coast, on Wednesday the fourscore] Serv. One three of them, by their own report, of April, forty thousand fathom above water, and sir, hath danced before the king; and not the worst sung this ballad against the hard hearts of maids: of the three, but jumps twelve foot and a half by it was thought she was a woman, and was turned the squire. and as true. Serv. Why, they stay at door, sir. into a cold fish, for she would not exchange flesh Shep. Leave your prating; since these good men with one that loved her: The ballad is very pitiful, are pleased, let them come in; but quickly now. [Erit. Re-enter Servant, with twelve rustics, habited like Satyrs. They dance, and then exeunt. Dor. Is it true too, think you? Aut. Five justices' hands at it; and witnesses, more than my pack will hold. Clo. Lay it by too: Another. Aut. This is a merry ballad; but a very pretty| one. Pol. O, father, you'll know more of that hereafter. Is it not too far gone?-'Tis time to part them.He's simple, and tells much. [Aside.]-How now, fair shepherd? Mop. Let's have some merry ones. Aut. Why this is a passing merry one; and goes the tune of Two maids wooing a man: there's Your heart is full of something, that does take scarce a maid westward, but she sings it; 'tis in Your mind from feasting. Sooth, when I was young, request, I can tell you. And handed love, as you do, I was wont To load my she with knacks: I would have ran Mop. We can both sing it; if thou'lt bear a part, thou shalt hear; 'tis in three parts. Dor. We had the tune on't a month ago. sack'd The pedler's silken treasury, and have pour'd it Aut. I can bear my part; you must know, 'tis To her acceptance; you have let him go, my occupation: have at it with you. SONG. A. Get you hence, for I must go; Where, it fits not you to know. D. Whither? M. O, whither? D. Whither? M. It becomes thy oath full well, Thou to me thy secrets tell: D. Me too, let me go thither. M. Or thou go'st to the grange, or mill: A. Neither. D. What, neither? A. Neither. Then, whither go'st? say, whither ? Clo. We'll have this song out anon by ourselves: My father and the gentlemen are in sad' talk, and we'll not trouble them: Come, bring away thy pack after me. Wenches, I'll buy for you both:Pedler, let's have the first choice.-Follow me, girls. Aut. And you shall pay well for 'em. Will you buy any tape, Or lace for your cape, My dainty duck, my dear-a? Any toys for your head, Of the new'st, and fin'st, fin'st wear-a? Come to the pedler; Money's a medler, That doth utter2 all men's ware-a. [Aside. And nothing marted with him: if your lass Flo. How prettily the young swain seems to wash ledge, More than was ever man's,-I would not prize them, [Exeunt Clown, Autolycus, Dorcas, and Or to their own perdition. Mopsa. Enter a Servant. Serv. Master, there is three carters, three shepherds, three neat-herds, three swine-herds, that have made themselves all men of hair;3 they call (2) Vend. (1) Serious. (7) Bought, trafficked. (8) Put to difficulties. 3 Dressed themselves in habits imitating hair. (9) The sieve used to separate flour from bran is (4) Satyrs, (5) Medley. (6) Foot-rule. Icalled a bolting-cloth, Pol. Knows he of this? He neither does, nor shall. Pol. Methinks, a father With age, and altering rheums? Can he speak? Know man from man? dispute his own estate?' Flo. I yield all this; But, for some other reasons, my grave sir, Pol. Let him know't. No, he must not. Flo. Shep. Let him, my son; he shall not need to grieve Come, come, he must not : Mark your divorce, young sir, O, my heart! Pol. I'll have thy beauty scratch'd with briers, and made Even here undone ! I was not much afeard: for once, or twice, I was about to speak; and tell him plainly, Cam. I cannot speak, nor think, You have undone a man of fourscore three, To mingle faith with him.-Undone! undone! Flo. [Exit. Cam. Gracious my lord, You know your father's temper: at this time I not purpose it. Even he, my lord. Per. How often have I told you, 'twould be thus? It cannot fail, but by Cam. Be advis'd. Flo. I am; and by my fancy: if my reason I More homely than thy state.-For thee, fond boy, ment (1) Talk over his affairs. (2) Further. Cam. To this my fair belov'd: Therefore, I pray you, (3) Doors. (4) A leading string. (5) Love? |