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I have too much believ'd mine own suspicion :- In storm perpetual, could not move the gods 'Beseech you, tenderly apply to her

To look that way thou wert. Some remedies for life. - Apollo, pardon


Go on, go on : (Exeunt Paulina and Ladies, with Her. Thou canst not speak too much ; I have desert'd My great profaneness 'gainst thine oracle ! All tongues to talk their bitterest. I'll reconcile me to Polixenes ;

I Lord.

Say no more ; New woo my queen ; recall the good Camillo; Howe'er the business goes, you have made fault Whom I proclaim a man of truth, of mercy : I'the boldness of your speech. For, being transported by my jealousies


I am sorry fort; To bloody thoughts and to revenge, I chose All faults I make, when I shall come to know them, Camillo for the minister, to poison

I do repent: Alas, I have show'd too much My friend Polixenes; which had been done, The rashness of a woman: he is touch'd But that the good mind of Camillo tardjed To the noble heart.-What's gone, and what's past My swift command, though I with death, and with help, Reward, did threaten and encourage him, Should be past grief: Do not receive affliction Not doing it, and being done : he, most humane, At my petition, I beseech you ; rather And fill'd with honour, to my kingly guest Let me be punish'd, that have minded you Unclasp'd my practice; quit his fortunes here, of what you should forget. Now, good my liege, Which you knew great; and to the certain hazard Sir, royal sir, forgive a foolish woman: Of all incertainties himself commended,

The love I bore your queen,-lo, sool again!No richer than his honour :--How he glisters I'll speak of her no more, nor of your children; Thorough my rust! and how his piety

I'll not remember you of my own lord, Does my deeds make the blacker!

Who is lost too: Take your patience to you,

And I'll say nothing.
Re-enter Paulina.


Thou didst speak but well, Paul.

Wo the while! When most the truth; which I receive much better O, cut my lace; lest my heart, cracking it, Than to be pitied of thee. Pr’ythee, bring me Break too!

To the dead bodies of my queen, and son : I Lord. What fit is this, good lady?

One grave shall be for both; upon them shall Pau. What studied torments, tyrant, hast for me? The causes of their death appear, unto What wheels ? racks? fires ? What flaying? boiling, Our shame perpetual: Once a day I'll visit In leads, or oils ? what old, or newer torture The chapel where they lie; and tears, shed there, Must I receive; whose every word deserves Shall be my recreation : So long as To taste of thy most worst? Thy tyranny Nature will bear up with this exercise, Together working with thy jealousies,

So long I daily vow to use it. Come, Fancies too weak for boys, too green and idle And lead me to these sorrows.

[Ereunt. For girls of nine !-0, think, what they have done, SCENE III.—Bohemia. A desert country near And then run mad, indeed ; stark mad! for all Thy by-gone fooleries were but spices of it.

Enter Antigonus, with the child; and

a Mariner. That thou betray'dst Polixenes, 'twas nothing; That did but show thee, of a fool, inconstant, Ant. Thou art perfect then, our ship hath And damnable ungrateful: nor was't much,

touch'd upon Thou would'st have poison'd good Camillo's honour, The deserts of Bohemia ? To have him kill a king; poor trespasses,


Ay, my lord : and fear More monstrous standing by: whereof I reckon We have landed in ill time; the skies look grimly, The casting forth to crows thy baby daughter, And threaten present blusters. In my conscience, To be or none, or little; though a devil

The heavens with that we have in hand are angry, Would have shed water' out of fire,' ere done't: And frown upon us. Nor is't directly !aid to thee, the death

Ant. Their sacred wills be done!-Go, get of the young prince ; whose honourable thoughts

aboard ; (Thoughts high for one so tender,) cleft the heart Look to thy bark; I'll not be long, before That could conceive, a gross and foolish sire I call upon thee. Blemish'd his gracious dam : this is not, no,

Mar. Make your best haste; and go not Laid to thy answer: But the last,-0, lords, Too far i'the land: 'tis like to be loud weather ; When I have said, cry, wo!--the queen, the queen, Besides, this place is famous for the creatures The sweetest, dearest, creature's dead; and ven- of prey that keep upon't.


Go thou away: Not dropp'd down yet.

I'll follow instantly. 1 Lord. The higher powers forbid ! Mar.

I am glad at heart Paul. I say, she's dead ; I'll swear't: if word, To be so rid o’the business.

(Erit. nor oath,


Come, poor babe :Prevail not, go and see: if you can bring I have heard (but not believ'd,) the spirits of the dead Tincture, or lustre, in her lip, her eye,

May walk again: if such thing be, thy mother Heat outwardly, or breath within, I'll serve you Appear'd to me last night; for ne'er was dream As I would do the gods.-But, I thou tyrant ! So like a waking. To me comes a creature, Do not repent these things; for they are heavier Sometimes her head on one side, some another; Than all thy woes can stir: therefore, betake thee I never saw a vessel of like sorrow, To nothing but despair. A thousand knees So fill'd, and so becoming: in pure white robes, Ten thousand years together, naked, fasting, Like very sanctity, she did approach Upon a barren mountain, and still winter My cabin where I lay: thrice bow'd before me ;

And, gasping to begin some speech, her eyes (1) Committed.

Became two spouts: the fury spent, anon (2) i. e. A devil would have shed tears of pity, ere he would have perpetrated such an action.

(3) Well-assured.

the sea.

geance for't

Did this break from her: Good Antigonus, the sky; betwist the firmament and it, you cannot Since fate, against thy better disposition,

thrust a bodkin's point, Hath made thy person for the thrower-out

Shep. Why, boy, how is it? of my poor babe, according to thine oath, Clo. I would, you did but see how it chafes, how Places remote enough are in Bohemia,

it rages, how it takes up the shore! but that's not There weep, and leave it crying; and, for the babe to the point : 0, the most piteous cry of the poor Is counted lost for ever, Perdita,

souls ! sometimes to see 'em, and not to see 'em : I prythee, call't ; for this ungentle business, now the ship boring the moon with her main-mast; Put on thee by my lord, thou ne'er shall see and anon swallowed with yest and froth, as you'd Thy wife Paulina more :--and so, with shrieks, thrust a cork into a hogshead. And then for the She melted into air. Affrighted much,

land service,—To see how the bear tore out his I did in time collect myself; and thought shoulder-bone; how he cried to me for help, and This was so, and no slumber. Dreams are toys: said, his name was Antigonus, a nobleman:-But Yet, for this once, yea, superstitiously,

to make an end of the ship :-to see how the sea I will be squar'd by this. I do believe,

flap-dragon'do it:-but, first, how the poor souls Hermione hath suffer'd death; and that

roared, and the sca mocked them ;-and how the Apollo would, this being indeed the issue poor gentleman roar’d, and the bear mocked him, of king Polixenes, it should here be laid,

both roaring louder than the sea, or weather. Either for life, or death, upon the earth

Shep. 'Name of mercy, when was this, boy? Of its right father. -Blossom, speed thee well! Clo. Now, now; I have not winked since I saw

(Laying down the child. these sights: the men are not yet cold under water, There lie; and there thy character: there these ; nor the bear half dined on the gentleman; he's at

(Laying down a bundle. it now. Which may, if fortune please, both breed thee, Shep. Would I had been by, to have helped the pretty,

old man ! And still rest thine. The storm begins :-Poor Clo. I would you had been by the ship-side, to wretch,

have helped her; there your charity would have That, for thy mother's fault, art thus expos'd

lacked footing.

(Aside. To loss, and what may follow !-Weep I cannot, Shep. Heavy matters! heary matters! but look But my heart bleeds : and most accurs'd am I, thee here, boy. Now bless thyself; thou met'st To be by oath enjoin'd to this.-Farewell! with things dying, I with things new born. Here's The day frowns more and more; thou art like to a sight for thee; look thee, a bearing-cloths for a have

squire's child! Look thee here ; take up, take up, A lullaby too rough : I never saw

boy; open't. So, let's see; It was told me, I The heavens so dim by day.--A savage clamour ?- should be rich by the fairies: this is some changeWell may I get aboard ! -This is the chace; ling: -open't: 'What's within, boy? I am gone for ever. [Exit, pursued by a bear. Clo. You're a made old man; if the sins of your

youth are forgiven you, you're well to live. Gold! Enter an old Shepherd.

all gold! Shep. I would, there were no age between ten Shep. This is fairy gold, boy, and 'twill prove so: and three-and-twenty; or that youth would sleep up with it, keep it close; home, home, the next out the rest : for there is nothing in the between way. We are lucky, boy; and to be so still rebut getting wenches with child, wronging the an- quires nothing but secrecy.--Let my sheep go:cientry, stealing, fighting. Hark you now!- Come, good boy, the next way home. Would any but these boiled brains of nineteen, and Clo. Go you the next way with your findings ; two-and-twenty, hunt this weather? They have I'll go see if the bear be gone from the gentleman, scared away two of my best sheep; which, I fear, and how much he hath eaten : they are never curst, the wolf will sooner find, than the master: if any but when they are hungry: if there be any of him where I have them, 'tis by the sea-side, browzing left, I'll bury il. on ivy. Good luck, an't be thy will! what have we Shep. That's a good deed: If thou may'st dishere? [Taking up the child.) Mercy on's, a cern by that which is left of him, what he is, fetch barne ;a very pretty barne! A boy, or a child. I me to the sight of him. wonder ? A preity one ; a very pretty one: Sure, Clo. Marry, will l; and you shall help to put some scape: though I am not bookish, yet I can him i'the ground. read waiting-gentlewoman in the scape. This has Shep. 'Tis a lucky day, boy; and we'll do good been some stair-work, some trunk work, some be- deeds on't.

(Eseunt. hind-door-work: they were warmer that got this, than the poor thing is here. I'll take it up for pity: yet I'll tarry till my son come; he hollaed but sen now. Whoa, ho hoa !

Enter Clown.

Enter Time, as Chorus.
Clo. Hilloa, loa !

Shep. What, art so near? If thou'lt see a thing Time. I,--that please some, try all; both joy, to talk on when thou art dead and rotten, come

and terror, hither. What ailest thou, man ?

of good and bad; that make, and unfold error, Clo. I have seen two such sights, by sea, and by Now take upon me, in the name of Time, land ;-but I am not to say, it is a sea, for it is now To use my wings. Impute it not a crime,

To me, or my swift passage, that I slide (1) The writing afterward discovered with Per-O'er sixteen years, and leave the growth untried dita.

(2) Child. (3) Female infant. (4) Swallowed. (6) Some child left behind by the fairies, in the

(5) The mantle in which a child was carried to room of one which they had stolen. he baptized.

(7) Nearest. (8) Mischicrous.

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or that wide gap;i since it is in my power | with some care; so far, that I have eyes under my To o'erthrow law, and in one self-born hour service, which look upon his removedness: from To plant and o'erwhelm custom : Let me pass whom I have this intelligence; That he is seldom The same I am, ere ancient'st order was, from the house of a most homely shepherd; a man, Or what is now receiv'd: I witness to

they say, that from very nothing, and beyond the The times that brought them in; so shall I do imagination of his neighbours, is grown into an To the freshest things now reig ing; and make stale unspeakable estate. The glistening of this present, as my tale

Cam. I have heard, sir, of such a man, who hath Now seems to it. Your patience ihis allowing, a daughter of most rare note: the report of her is I turn my glass; and give iny scene such growing, extended more, than can be thought io begin from As you had slept between. Leontes leaving such a cottage. The effects of his fond jealousies ; so grieving, Pol. Thai's likewise part of my intelligence. That he shuts up himself; imagine me,

But, I fear the angle that plucks our son thither. Gentle spectators, that I now may be

Thou shalt accompany us to the place : where we In fair Bohemia ; and reinember well,

will, not appearing what we are, have some ques. I mention'd a sou o' the king's, which Florizel tion with the shepherd; from whose simplicity, ! I now name to you ; and with speed so pace think it not uneasy to get the cause of my son's To speak of Perdita, now grown in grace resort thither. Pr’ythee, be my present partner in Equal with wond'ring: What of her ensues, this business, and lay aside the thoughts of Sicilia. I list not prophesy; but let Time's news

Cam. I willingly obey your command. Be known, when 'uis brought forth:-a shepherd's Pol. My best Camillo!-We must disguise ourdaughter,


(Exeunt. And what to her adhercs, which follows after, Is the argument' of Time: Of this allow,

SCENE II.-The same. A road near the ShepIf ever you have spent time worse ere now;

herd's collage. Enter Autolycus, singing. If never yet, that Time himself doth say,

When daffodils begin to peer, He wishes earnestly, you never may. [Exit.

With, heigh! the dory over the dale,SCENE I.The same. A room in the palace of Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year;

Polixenes. Enter Polixenes and Camillo. For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale." Pol. I pray thee, good Camillo, be no more im

The white sheet bleaching on the hedgeportunate ; 'ús a sickness, denying thee any thing; Doth set my pugging '' tooth on edge;

With, hey! the sweet birds, 0, how they sing !a death, to grant this. Cam. It is fifteen years, since I saw my country; The lark, that i irra-lirra chaunts,

For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. though I have, for the most part, been aired abroad, I desire to lay my bones there. Besides, the peni- Are summer-songs for me and my aunts,"

With, hey! with, hey! the thrush and the jay :tent king, my master, hath sent for me: to whose

While we lie tumbling in the hay. feeling sorrows I might be some allay, or I o'erweens to think so; which is another spur to my

I have served prince Florizel, and, in my time, wore departure.

three-pile ;'2 but now I am out of service: Pol. As thou lovest me, Camillo, wipe not out But shall I go mourn for that, my dear? the rest of thy services, by leaving me now: the The pale moon shines by night: need I have of thee, thine own goodness hath made"; And when I wander here and there, better not to have had thee, than thus to want I then do most go right. thee: thou, having made me businesses, which none without thee can sufficiently manage, must

If linkers may have leave to lire,

And bear the sow-skin budget; either stay to execute them thyself, or take away with thee the very services thou hast done : which

Then my account I well may give, if I have not enough considered, (as too much I

And in the stocks avouch il. cannot,) to be more thankful tu ihee, shall be my My traffic is sheets; when the kite builds, look to study; and my profit therein, the heaping friend- lesser linen. My father named me, Autolycus ; ships. Of that fatal country, Sicilia, prythee speak who, being, as l'am, littered under Mercury, was no more: whose very naming punishes me with the likewise a snapper-up of unconsidered trifles: With remembrance of that penitent, as thou call'st him, die, and drab, 1 purchased this caparison; and my and reconciled king, my brother ; whose loss of his revenue is the silly cheat:13 Gallows, and knock, most precious queen, and children, are even now are too powerful on the highway: beating, and to be afresh lamented. Say to me, when saw'st hanging, are terrors to me; for the life to conie, I thou the prince Florizel my son? Kings are no less sleep out the thought of it.-A prize! a prize! unhappy, their issue not being gracious, than they

Enter Clown. are in losing them, when they have approved their virtues.

Clo. Let me see:-Every 'leven wether-tods;" Cam. Sir, it is three days since I saw the prince : every tod yields--pound and odd shilling; fifteen What his happier affairs may be, are to me un-hundred shorn,-What comes the wool to ? known : but I have, missingly, noted,' he is of late Aut. If the springe hold, the cock's mine. Aside. much retired from court; and is less frequent to his Clo. I cannot do't without counters, 's_Let me princely exercises, than formerly he hath appeared. Pol. 1 have considered so much, Camillo; and (9) i. e. The spring blood reigns over the parts

lately under the dominion of winter. (1) i. e. Leave unexamined the progress of the

(10) Thievish.

(11) Doxies. intermediate time which filled up the gap in Per (12) Rich velvet.

(13) Picking pockets. dita's story:

(14) Every eleven sheep will produce a tod or (2) Imagine for me. (3) Subject. (4) Approve. twenty-eight pounds of wool. (5) Think too highly. (6) Friendly offices. (15) Circular pieces of base metal, anciently 17) Observed at intervals,

(8) Talk

used by the illiterate, to adjust their reckonings,

see; 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. 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 bad 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 song, Aut. I must confess to you, sir, I am no fighter: menall, and very good ones; but they are most I am false of heart that way; and that he knew, I of them means? and bases: but one Puritan amongst warrant him. them, and he sings psalıns to hornpipes. I must Clo. How do you now? have saffron, to colour the warden pies; mace, Aut. Sweet sir, much better than I was;

I can dates,-none; that's out of my note : nutmegs, stand, and walk: 'I will even take my leave of you, seven ; a race or two of ginger; but that I may and pace softly towards my kinsman's. beg ;--four pound of prunes, and as many of rai Clo. Shall I bring thee on the way ? sins of the sun.

Aut. No, good-faced sir ; no, sweet sir.' Aut. , that ever I was born!

Clo. Then fare thee well; I must go buy spices [Grovelling on the ground. for our sheep-shearing. Clo. ''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: Clo. Alaek, poor soul! thou hast need of more III make not this cheat bring out another, and the rags to lay on thee, rather than have these off. shearers prove sheep, let me be unrolled, and my

Aut. O, sir, the loathsomeness of them offends name put in the book of virtue! me more than the stripes I have received; which

Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way, are mighty ones and millions.

And merrily hent' the stile-a: Clo. Alas, poor man! a million of beating may

A merry heart goes all the day, come to a great matter.

Your sad tires in a mile-a. Aut. I am robbed, sir, and beaten; my money

(Exit. and apparel ta'en from me, and these detestable SCENE III.- The same. A shepherd's cottage. things put upon me.

Enter Florizel and Perdita.
Clo. What, by a horse-man, or a foot-man?
Aut. A foot-man, sweet sir, a foot-man.

Flo. These your unusual wceds 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-shearir. 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, Aut. O! good sir, tenderly, oh!

To chide at your extremes, it not becomes me; Clo. Alas, poor soul.

0, pardon, that I name them: your high sell, Aut. O, good sir, softly, good sir : I sear, sir, The gracious markto o' the land, you have obscur’d my shoulder-blade is out.

With a swain's wearing; and me, poor lowly maid, Clo. How now! canst stand ? Most goddess-like prank'd up :" But that our feast

. Aut. Softly, dear sir : [Picks his pocket.) good In every mess have folly, and the seeders str, softly: you ha' done me a charitable office. Digest it with a custom, I should blush,

Clo. Dost lack any money? I have a little To see you so attired; sworn, I think, money for thee.

To show myself a glass. ui. No, good sweet sir; no, I beseech you, sir : Flo.

I bless the time, I have a kinsman not past three-quarters of a mile When my good falcon made her flight across hence, unto whom I was going ; I shall there have Thy father's ground. money, or any thing I want : Offer me no money,


Now Jove afford you cause ! I pray you; that kills my heart.

To me, the differencela forges dread; your greatness Clo. What manner of fellow was he that robbed Hath not been us'd to fear. Even now I tremble you ?

To think, your father, by some accident, Aut. A fellow, sir, that I have known to go Should pass this way, as you did : 0, the fates ! about with trol-my-dames :* I knew him once a How would he look, to see his work, so noble, servant of the prince; I cannot tell, good sir, for Vilely bound up ? What would he say? Or how which of his virtues it was, but he was certainly Should I, in these my borrow'd Naunts, behold whipped out of the court.

The sternness of his presence ? Clo. His vices, you would say; there's no virtue Flo.

Apprehend 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. Burn hotter than my faith. (1) Singers of catches in three parts.

(5) Sojourn. (6) Puppet-show. (2) Tenors. (3) A species of pears. 78) Take hold of.

(9) Excesses. 14) The machine used in the game of pigeon-|(16) Object of all men's notice. boles,

11) Dressed with ostentation. (12) i.e. Of station.

(1) Thief.

O but, dear sir, Pol.

Say, there be ;
Your resolution cannot hold, when 'tis

Yet nature is made better by no mean,
Oppus'd, as it must be, by the power o'the king : But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art,
One of these two must be necessities,

Which, you say, adds to nature, is an art
Which then will speak; that you must change this That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry

A gentler scion to the wildest stock;
Or I my life

And make conceive a bark of baser kind
Thou dearest Perdita,

By bud of nobler race; This is an art
With these forc'd' thoughts, I pr'ythee, darken not Which does mend nature,-change it rather: but
The mirtit o' the feast : Or Í'll be thiné, my fair, The art itself is nature.
Or not my father's : for I cannot be


So it is.
Mine own, nor any thing to any, if

Pol. Then make your garden rich in gillyflowers,
I be not thine : to this I am most constant, And do not call them bastards.
Though destiny say, No. Be merry, gentle; Per.

I'll not put
Strangle such thoughts as these, with any thing The dibble in earth to set one slip of them:
That you behold the while. Your guests are No more than, were I painted, I would wish
coming :

This youth should say, 'twere well ; and only Lift up your countenance; as it were the day

therefore Of celebration of that nuptial, which

Desire to breed by me.--Here's flowers for you! We two have sworn shall come.

Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram; Per.

O lady fortune, The marigold, that goes to bed with the sun, Stand you auspicious !

And with him rises weeping; these are flowers

Of middle summer, and, I think, they are given Enler Shepherd, with Polixenes, and Camillo, dis- To men of middle age:'You are very welcome. guised; Clown, Mopsa, Dorcas, and others.

Cam. I should leave grazing, were l of your flock, Flo.

See, your guests approach: And only live by gazing. Address yourself to entertain thern sprightly,


Out, alas! And let's be red with mirth.

You'd be so lean, that blasts of January
Shep. Fie, daughter! when my old wife liv’d, Would blow you through and through. Now, my

fairest friend,
This day, she was both pantler, butler, cook; I would I had some flowers o'the spring, that might
Both dame and servant: welcom'd all'; serv'd all : Become your time of day; and yours, and yours;
Would sing her song, and dance her turn: now here, That wear upon your virgin branches yet
At upper end o’the table, now, i'the middle ; Your maidenheads growing :-0 Proserpina,
On his shoulder, and his : her face o'fire

For that fowers now, that, frighted, thou lett'st fall
With labour; and the thing she took to quench it, From Dis's wagon! daffodils,
She would to each one sip: You are retir'd, That come before the swallow dares, and take
As if you were a feasted one, and not

The winds of March with beauty; violets, dim,
The hostess of the meeting : Pray you, bid But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes,
These unknown friends to us welcome : for it is Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses,
A way to make us better friends, more known. That die unmarried, ere they can behold
Come, quench your blushes : and present yourself Bright Phæbus in his strength, a malady
That which you are, mistress o' the least: Come on, Most incident to maids; bold oxlips, and
And bid us welcome to your sheep-shcaring, The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds,
As your good flock shall prosper.

The flower-de-luce being one! O, these I lack,

Welcome, sir! (To Pol. To make you garlands of; and, my sweet friend,
It is my father's will, I should take on me To strew him o'er and o'er.
The hostess-ship o'the day :-You're welcome, sir ! Flo.

What? like a corse ?
(To Camillo. Per. No, like a bank, for love to lie and play on;
Give me those flowers therc, Dorcas. -Reverend Not like a corse: or if, -not to be buried,

But quick, and in mine arms. Come, take your
For you there's rosemary, and rue; these keep

flowers :
Sceming, and savour,” all the winter long: Methinks, ! play as I have seen them do
Grace, and remembrance, be to you both, In Whitsun' pastorals : sure, this robe of mine
And welcome to our shearing!

Does change my disposition.
Shepherdess, Flo.

What you do, (A fair one are vou,) well you fit our ages

Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, With flowers of winter.

I'd have you do it ever: when you sing, Per.

Sir, the year growing ancient - I'd have you buy and sell so; so give alms;
Not yet on summer's death, nor on the birth Pray so; and, for the ordering your affairs,
of trembling winter,-the fairest flowers o'the To sing them too: When you do dance, I wish you

A wave oʻthe sea, that you might ever do
Are our carnations, and streak'd gillyflowers, Nothing but that; move still, still so, and own
Which some cail nature's bastards: of that kind No other function: Each your doing,
Our rustic garden's barren; and I care not So singular in each particular,
To get slips of them.

Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds,

Wherefore, gentle maiden, That all your acts are queens. Do you neglect them?


O Doricles, Per.

for? I have heard it said, Your praises are too large : but that your youth, There is an art, which, in their piedness, shares And the true blood, which fairly peeps through it, With great creating nature.

Do plainly give you out an unstain'd shepherd;

With wisdom I right fear, my Doricles, (1) Far-fetched. (2) Likeness and smell. 3) Borsone that 4) A tool to ect plante.

(5) Pluto's. (6) Living



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