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Do give a life: no shepherdess; but Flora,
230 Flo. I bless the time, When my good falcon made her flight across Thy father's ground.
Per. Now Jove afford you cause ! To me, the difference forges dread; your greatness Hath not been us'd to fear. Even now I tremble To think, your father, by some accident,
this way, as you did : Oh, the fates !
Became a bull, and bellow'd; the green Neptune
Per. O, but, dear sir, Your resolution cannot hold, when 'tis Oppos'd, as it must be, by the power o'the king. One of these two must be necessities, Which then will speak; that you must change this
purpose, Or I my life.
260 Elo. 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, Tho' destiny şay, No. Be merry, gentle; Strangle such thoughts as these, with any thing That you behold the while. Your guests are coming: Lift up your countenance; as it were the day 270 Of celebration of that nuptial, which We two have sworn shall come.
Per. O lady fortune, Stand you auspicious 1
Enter Shepherd, Clown, MOPSA, DORCAS, Servants;
with POLIXENES, and CAMILLO, disguised. Flo. See, your guests approach : Address yourself to entertain them sprightly, And let's be red with mirth. Shep. Fy, daughter! when my old wife liv'd,
upon This day, she was both pantler, butler, cook ; 279 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. 289 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, sir ! 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 unto you both, 300 And welcome to our shearing!
Pol. Shepherdess (A fair one are you), well you fit our ages With flowers of winter.
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 gilly-flowers, Which some call, nature's bastards: of that kind Our rustic garden's barren ; and I care not 310 To get slips of them.
Pol. Wherefore, gentle maiden,
Per. For I have heard it said,
Pol. Say, there be :
Pol. Then make your garden rich in gilly-flowers, And do not call them bastards. Per. I'll not put
Cam. I should leave grazing, were I of your flock, And only live þy gazing.
341 Per. Qut, alas ! Tou'd be so lean, that blasts of January Would blow you through and through. Now, my
faireşt friend, I would, I had some flowers o'the spring, that might Become your tiine of day; and your's, and your's, That wear upon your virgin-branches yet Your maiden-heads growing: 0 Proserpina, For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon/ daffodils,
359 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