queen on't.


Do give a life: no shepherdess; but Flora,
Peering in April's front. This your sheep-shearing
Is as a meeting of the petty gods,

Per. Sir, my gracious lord,
To chide at your extremes, it not becomes me;
Oh pardon, that I name them: your high self,
The gracious mark o'the land, you have obscur'd
With a swain's wearing; and me, poor lowly maid,
Most goddess-like prank'd up. But that our feasts
Iu every mess have folly, and the feeders.
Digest it with a custom ; I should blush
To see you so attired ; sworn, I think,
To shew myself a glass.

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 !
How would he look, to see his work, so noble,
Vilely bound up! What would he say? Or how
Should I in these my borrow'd flaunts, behold 241
The sternness of his presence !

Flo. Apprehend
Nothing but jollity. The gods themselves,
Humbling their deities to love, have taken
The shapes of beasts upon them. Jupiter


Should pass

Became a bull, and bellow'd; the green Neptune
A ram, and bleated ; and the fire-rob'd god,
Golden Apollo, a poor humble swain,
As I seem now. Their transformations

Were never for a piece of beauty rarer;
Nor in a way so chaste: since my desires
Run not before mine honour; nor my lusts
Burn hotter than my faith.

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

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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,
Do you neglect them

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, over that art
Which, you say, adds to nature, is an art 320
That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we

A gentler scyon 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 slip of them :
No more than, were I painted, I would wish
This youth should say, 'twere well ; and only there.

Desire to breed by me.Here's flowers for you ;
Hot lavender, mints, savoury, marjoram ;
The marigold, that goes to bed with the şun,
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 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

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