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Enter Shepherd, with Polix ENEs and CAMILLo,
disguised; Clown, Mops A, DoñcAs, and others.
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, -
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
These 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. Welcome, Sir! [To Poll. .
It is my father's will, I should take on me
The hostessship o'the day: – You're welcome, Sir!
[ To CAMILLo.
Give me those flowers there, Dorcas. - Reverend
Sirs
For you there's rosemary, and rue: these keep
Seeming, and savour, all the winter long;
Grace, and remembrance, be to you both,
And welcome to our shearing !
Pol. Shepherdess,
(A fair one are you, ) well you fit our ages -
With flow crs of winter.

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Per. Sir, the year growing ancient, Not yet on summer's death, nor on the birth Of trembling winter, — the fairest flowers o'the

season

Are our carnations, and streak'd gillyflowers,
Which some call, mature's bastards; of that kind
Our rustick garden's barren; and I care not
To get slips of them.

Pol. Wherefore, gentle maiden,
Do you neglect thcm {

Per. For I have heard it said,
There is an art, which, in their piedness, shares
Whit great creating nature.

Pol. Say, there be;
Yet mature 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 mature makcs. You see, sweet maid, we marry
A gentler scion to the wildest stock;
And make conceive a bark of baser kind
By bud of nobler race; This is an art -
Which does mend mature, — change it rather; but
The art itself is nature.

Per. So it is.

Pol. Then make your garden rich in gillyflowers, And do not call them bastards,

I’er. I'll 11ot put The dibble in earth to set oue slip of them; No mere than, were I painted, I would vyish 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 friend,

I would, I had some flowers 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 unmarried, ere they can behold
Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady
Most incident to in aids ; bold oxlips, aud
The crown; imperial; lilies of all kinds,
The flower-de-luce being one ! O , these I lack,
To make you garlands of; and, my sweet friend,
To strew him o'er and o'er.

Flo. What ? like a corse 2

Per. No, like a bank, for love to lie and play on; Not lilie 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 dome. 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 so; 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
Nothing but that ; move still, still so, and own
No other function : Each your doing,
So singular in each particular,
Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds,
That all your acts are Queens.
Per. O Doricles,
Your praises are too large; but that your youth,
And the true blood, which fairly peeps through it,
IDo plainly give you out an unstain'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 'em.
Pol. This is the prettiest low-born lass, that ever
Ram on the green-sward: nothing she does, or seems,
But smacks of something greater than herself;
Too moble for this place. -
Cam. He tells her something,
That makes her blood look out: Good sooth, she is
The Queen of curds and cream.
Clown. Come onl, strike up.
Dor. Mopsa must be your mistress : marry, garlick,
To mend her kissing with. —
Mop. Now, in good time!
Clown. Not a word, a word; we stand upon our
- Islanllers. --
Come, strike up. [ Musick.

Here a dance of Shepherds and shepherdens. Pol. Pray, good shepherd, what

Fair swain is this, which dances with your daugh-
ter?
Shep. They call him Doricles; and be boasts
himself
To havo a worthy feeding: but I have it
Upon his own report, and I believe it;
He looks like sooth : He says, he loves my daughter;
I think so too; for never gaz'd the moon
Upon the water, as he'll stand, and read,
As 'twere, my daughter's eyes; and, to be plain,
I think, there is not half a kiss to choose,
Who loves another best.
Pol. She dances featly. -
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.

Serv. O Master, if you did but hear the pedler at the door, you would never dance again after a tabor and pipe: 110, 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.

Clown. He could never come better: he shall come in : I love a ballad but even too well; if it be doleful matter, merrity set down, or a very pleasant thing indecil, 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 bavvdry, which is s range; with such delicate burdens of dildo's and fadings : jump her and thump her; and where some stretch-mouth'd rascal would, as it were, mean mischief, and break a foul

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