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Nor in a way so chaste : since
desires Run not before mine honour; nor my lufts Burn hotter than my faith.
Per. O but, dear fir,
Your resolution cannot hold, when 'tis
Oppos’d, as it must be, by the
One of these two must be necessities,
Which then will speak; that you must change this purpose,
Or I my life.
Flo. Thou dearest Perdita,
With these 'forc'd thoughts, I pr’ythee, darken not
The mirth o’the feast : Or I'll be thine, my fair,
Or not my father's: for I cannot be
Mine own, nor any thing to any, if
I be not thine : to this I am most constant,
Though destiny say, no. Be merry, gentle;
Strangle such thoughts as these, with any thing
behold the while. Your guests are coming:
Lift up your countenance; as it were the day
Of celebration of that nuptial, which
We two have sworn shall come.
Per. O lady fortune,
Stand you auspicious !
Enter Shepherd, Clown, Mopfa, Dorcas, Servants, with
Polixenes, and Camillo disguis’d.
Flo. See, your guests approach:
* Address yourself to entertain them sprightly,
And let's be red with mirth.
Shep. Fye, daughter ! when my old wife liv'd, upon
This day, she was both pantler, butler, cook ;
Both dame and servant : welcom'd all; serv'd all :
Would sing her song, and dance her turn: now here,
any way. forc'd thoughts, ]—far fetch’d, improbable surmises. & Address] - Prepare.
pantler,)-keeper of the bread.
At upper end o’the table, now, i’the middle;
On his shoulder, and his: her face o'fire
With labour; and the thing, she took to quench it,
She would to each one sip: You are retir’d,
As if you were a feasted one, and not
The hostess of the meeting : Pray you, bid
Thefe unknown friends to us welcome ; for it is
A way to make us better friends, more known.
Come, quench your blushes ; and present yourself
That which you are, mistress o'the feast : Come on,
And bid us welcome to your sheep-shearing,
As your good flock shall prosper.
Per. Sir, welcome!
[To Pol. and Cam.
It is my father's will, I should take on me
The hostessship o’the day :-You're welcome, fir!
Give me those flowers there, Dorcas. -Reverend firs,
For you there's ' rosemary, and rue; these keep
Seeming, and favour, all the winter long:
Grace, and remembrance, be to you both,
And welcome to our shearing !
(A fair one are you) well you fit our ages
With Aowers of winter.
Per. Sir, the year growing ancient,
Not yet on summer's death, nor on the birth
Of trembling winter,—the faireft powers o'the season
Are our carnations, and streak'd gilly-lowers,
Which some call, nature's bastards: of that kind
Our rustick garden's barren; and I care not
To get slips of them.
Pol. Wherefore, gentle mnaiden,
Do you neglect them?
rosemary, and rue ;)-the emblem of remembrance, and herb of grace. RICHARD II, Act III,
4 Gard. HENRY IV, Part 2, A& II, S. 3. L. Percy. HAMLET, AIV, S. s. Opb.
Per. For I have heard it said,
There is an art, which, in " their piedness, shares
With great creating nature.
Pol. Say, there be;
Yet nature is made better by no mean,
But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art
Which, you say, adds to nature, is an art
That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry
A gentler 'cyon to the wildest stock;
And make conceive a bark of baser kind
By bud of nobler race : This is an art
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
* 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 therefore
Desire to breed by me.-Here's flowers for you;
Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram ;
The marigold, that goes to bed with the sun,
And with him rises weeping: these are flowers
Of middle summer, and, I think, they are given
To men of middle age : You are very welcome.
Cam. I should leave grazing, 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 fairest
* their piedness,]-variegation, investing them with a variety of co-
cyox]-shoot. m Tbe dibble]-An inftrument to make holes for planting.
I would, I had some powers o'the spring, that might
Become your time of day; and yours, and yours;
That wear upon your virgin branches yet
Your maidenheads growing :-O Proserpina,
For the flowers now, that frighted, thou let'st fall
From "Dis's waggon! daffodils,
That come before the swallow dares, and take
The winds of March with beauty; violets, dim,
But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes,
Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses,
That die Punmarried, ere they can behold
Bright Phæbus in his strength, 'a malady
Most incident to maids ; bold oxlips, and
The crown-imperial ; lillies of all kinds,
The flower-de-lis being one ! O, these I lack,
To make you garlands of; and, my sweet friend,
To strow him o'er 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 Whitsun' pastorals : sure, this robe of mine
Does change my disposition.
Flo. What you do,
Still 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 so; so give alms ;
Pray fo; and, for the ordering your affairs,
To sing them too: When you do dance, I wish you
A wave o'the sea, that you might ever do
• take]-captivate. P unmarried, &c,)-in their native hue, receiving none of those higher tints, which some other flowers enjoy from a closer communication with the sun.
9 a malady)-paleness.
Nothing but that; move ftill, still so,
And own no other function : 'Each your doing,
So singular in each particular,
Crowns what you are doing in the prefent deeds,
That all your acts are queens.
Per. O Doricles,
Your praises are too large : but that your youth,
And the true blood, which peeps fairly through it,
Do plainly give you out an unftain'd shepherd;
With wisdom I might fear, my Doricles,
You woo'd me the false way.
Flo. I think, you have
As little skill to fear, as I have purpose
To put you to't.-But, come; our dance, I pray:
Your hand, my Perdita : so turtles pair,
That never mean to part.
Per. I'll swear for one.
Pol. This is the prettiest low-born lass, that ever
Ran on the green-lward: nothing she does, or seems,
But smacks of something greater than herself;
Too noble for this place.
Cam. He tells her something,
That makes her blood look out : Good footh, she is
The queen of curds and cream.
. Clo. Come on, strike up. .
Dor. Mopsa must be your mistress : marry, garlick, To mend her kissing with.
Mop. Now, win good time!
Clo. Not a word, a word; we stand upon our manners.Come, strike up. Each your
doing, &c.]-your manner in each act crowns the act. skill 10 fear,]-cause for suspicion.
for'em. u makes her blood look out :)-makes her blush. * in good time ! ]—I'll assure you.