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Aut. Vices I would say, Sir. I know this man well, he hath been since an ape-bearer, then a process-server, a bailiff; then he compass'd a motion of the prodigal fon, and married a tinker's wife within a mile where my land and living lies; and, having flown over many knavilh professions, he settled only in rogue; some call him Autolicus.
Clo. Out upon him, prig! for my life, prig; he haunts wakes, fairs, and bear-baitings. Aut. Very true, Sir ; he, Sir, he; that's the
rogue; that put me into this apparel.
Clo. Not a more cowardly rogue in all Bohemia ; if you had but look'd big, and spit
at him, he'd have run. Aut. I must confess to you, Sir, I am no fighter ; I am false of heart that way, and that he knew, I warrant him.
Cle. How do you now?
Aut. Sweet Sir, much better than I was ; I can ftand, and walk; I will even take
you, and pace foftly towards my
kinsman's. Cio. Shall I bring thee on thy way? Aut. No, good-fac'd Sir; no, sweet Sir.
Clo. Then, tarewel, I must go to buy spices for our Sheep-lhearing.
[Exit. Aut. Prosper you, sweet Sir! your purse is not hot enough to purchase your spice.l'll be with you at your sheep-fhearing too: if I make not this cheat bring out another, and the shearers prove sheep. (25) let me be unroll'd, and my 'name put into the book of virtue!:
And merrily hent the ftile-a.
all the day, Your fad tires in a mile-a.
[Exit. (25) Let me be unroll’d, and my name put in tbe book of virtue.] Be ging gypsies, &c. in the time of our Author were in gangs, that tad something of the regularity of an incorporated body. This is alFided to here. From this noble society he wishes he may be unrolld, ved he does not do so, and so,
Mr. Wa ton,
SCENE, the prospect of a Shepherd's Cott.
Enter Florizel and Perdita, ' HESE your unusual weeds to each part of you :
Peering in April's front. This your sheep-fhearing
Per. Sir, my gracious Lord,
Flo. I bless the time,
Per. Now Jove afford you cause !
Nor in a way fo chalte: fince
desires Run not before mine honour, nor my lufts Burn hotter than
Flo. Thou dearest Perdita,
I am moft conftant,
Per. O lady Fortune,
Polixenes and Camillo disguis'd.
Shep. Fy, daughter; when my old wife liv'd; upon
A way to make us better friends, more known.
[To Pol. and Cam.
Per. Sir, the year growing ancient,
Pol. Wherefore, gentle maiden,
Per. For I have heard it said,
Pol. Say, there be;
This is an art,
Per. So it is.
And And do not call them bastards.
Per. I'll not put The dibble in earth, to set one Nip of them: No more than, were I painted, I would wish This youth should say, 'rwere well; and only therefore Desire to breed by me.-Here's flowers for you ; Hot lavender, mints, favoury, marjoram, The mary-gold, that goes to bed with th' fun, And with him rises, weeping : these are Aowers: Of middle-summer, and, I think, they are given To men of middle-age. Y'are very welcome.
Cam. I fould leave grazing, were I of your flock, And only live by gazing.
Per. Out, alas ! You'd be so lean, that blafts of January [friend, Would blow you through and through. Now, my faireft I would, I had some flowers o'th' spring, that might Become your time of day; and yours, and yours, That wear upon your virgin-branches yet Your maiden-heads growing: Proserpina, For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let't fall From Dis's waggon! daffadils, 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 Phebus in his ftrength; (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 ftrow him o'er and o'er,
Flo. What? like a coarse ?
Per. No, like a bank, for love to lie and play on; Not like a coarse ; 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 difpofition.