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some stair-work, some trunk-work, some be- der water, nor the bear half dined on the genhind-door-work : they were warmer, that got tleman; he's at it now. this, than the poor thing is here. i'll take it Shep. Would I had been by, to have helped up for pity: yet I'll tarry till my son come; he the old man ! hollaed but even now. Whoa, ho hoa !

Clo. I would you had been by the ship side,

to have helped her; there your charity would Enter Clown. have lacked footing.

[ Aside.

Shep. Heavy matters ! heavy matters! but Clo. Hilloa, loa !

look thee here, boy. Now bless thyself; thou Shep. What, art so near? If thou'lt see a met’st with things dying, I with things new thing to talk on when thou art dead and rotten, born. Here's a sight for thee; look thee, a come hither. What ailest thou, man? bearing-cloth for a squire's child! Look thee Clo. I have seen two such sights, by sea, and here;

take up, take up, boy; open't. So, let's by land ;-but I am not to say, it is a sea, for it see; It was told me, I should be rich by the is now the sky; betwixt the firmament and it, fairies: this is some changeling :-open't : you cannot thrust a bodkin's point.

What's within, boy? Shep. Why, boy, how is it?

Clo. You're a made old man ; if the sins of Clo. I would, you did but see how it chafes, your youth are forgiven you, you're well to live. how it rages, how it takes up the shore ! but Gold! all gold ! that's not to the point: 0, the most piteous cry Shep. This is fairy gold, boy, and 'twill prove of the poor souls ! sometimes to see 'em, and not so: up with it, keep it close; home, home, the to see 'em : now the ship boring the moon with next way. We are lucky, boy; and to be so her main-mast; and anon swallowed with yest still, requires nothing but secrecy.-Let my and froth, as you'd thrust a cork into a högs- sheep go :-Come, good boy, the next way home. head. And then for the land service,-To see Clo. Go you the next way with your findings; how the bear tore out his shoulder-bone ; how I'll go see if the bear be gone from the gentlehe cried to me for help, and said, his name was man, and how much he hath eaten : they are Antigonus, a nobleman :-But to make an end never curst, but when they are hungry: if there of the ship :-to see how the sea flap-dragoned be any of him left, I'll bury it. it:-but, first, how the poor souls roared, and Shep. That's a good deed: If thou may'st disthe sea mocked them ;-and how the poor gen- cern by that which is left of him, what he is, tleman roared, and the bear mocked him, both fetch me to the sight of him. roaring louder than the sea, or weather.

Clo. Marry, will I; and you shall help to put Shep. 'Name of mercy, when was this, boy? him i'the ground.

Clo. Now, now; I have not winked since I Shep. 'Tis a lucky day, boy; and we'll do saw these sights: the men are not yet cold un- good deeds on't.



Now seems to it. Your patience this allowing, Enter Time, as Chorus.

I turn my glass; and give my scene such growing,

As you had slept between. Leontes leaving Time. 1,--that please some, try all; both The effects of his fond jealousies ; so grieving, joy, and terror,

That he shuts up himself; imagine me, Of good and bad ; that make, and unfold er- Gentle spectators, that I now may be ror,

In fair Bohemia; and remember well, Now take upon me, in the name of Time, I mentioned a son o'the king's, which Florizel To use my wings. Impute it not a crime, I now name to you; and with speed so pace To me, or my swift passage, that I slide To speak of Perdita, now grown in grace O'er sixteen years, and leave the growth untried Equal with wond'ring : What of her ensues, Of that wide gap ; since it is in my power I list not prophecy; but let Time's news To o’erthrow law, and in one self-born hour Be known, when 'tis brought forth :-a shepTo plant and o’erwhelm custom: Let me pass

herd's daughter, The same I am, ere ancient'st order was, And what to her adheres, which follows after, Or what is now received: I witness to

Is the argument of time: Of this allow, The times that brought them in ; so shall I do If ever you have spent time worse ere now; To the freshest things now reigning; and make If never yet, that Time himself doth say, stale

He wishes earnestly, you never may. [Exit. The glistering of this present, as my tale

present partner in this business, and lay aside SCENE I. The same. A room in the palace the thoughts of Sicilia. of Politenes.

Cam. I willingly obey your command.

Pol. My best Camillo !-We must disguise Enter PoliXENES and CAMILLO.


[Exeunt. Pol. I pray thee, good Camillo, be no more importunate: 'tis a sickness, denying thee any SCENE II.The same. A road near the Shepthing; a death, to grant this.

herd's cottage. Cam. It is fifteen years, since I saw my country: though I have, for the most part, been air

Enter AUTOLYCUS, singing. ed abroad, I desire to lay my bones there. Be- When daffodils begin to peer,sides, the penitent king, my master, hath sent With, heigh! the doxy over the dale,for me: to whose feeling sorrows I might be Why, then comes in the sweet o'the year; some allay, or I o'erween to think so; which is For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. another spur to my departure.

Pol. As thou lovest me, Camillo, wipe not The white sheet bleaching on the hedge,out the rest of thy services, by leaving me now: With, hey! the sweet birds, 0, how they sing! the need, I have of thee, thine own goodness Doth set my pugging tooth on edge ; hath made; better not to have had thee, than For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. thus to want thee : thou, having made me businesses, which none, without thee, can sufficient. The lark, that tirra-lirra chants, ly manage, must either stay to execute them With, hey! with, hey! the thrush and the jay:thyself, or take away with thee the very ser- Are summer songs for me and my aunts, vices thou hast done : which if I have not enough While we lie tumbling in the hay. considered, (as too much I cannot,) to be more thankful to thee, shall be my study; and my I have served prince Florizel, and, in my time, profit therein, the heaping friendships. Of that wore three-pile; but now I am out of service: fatal country Sicilia, pr’ythee speak no more: whose very naming punishes me with the re But shall I go mourn for that, my dear? membrance of that penitent, as thou call'st him, The pale moon shines by night : and reconciled king, my brother; whose loss And when I wander here and there, of his most precious queen, and children, are I then do most go right. even now to be afresh lamented. Say to me, when saw'st thou the prince Florizel, my son ? If tinkers may have leave to live, Kings are no less unhappy, their issue not being And bear the sow-skin budget ; gracious, than they are in losing them, when Then my account I well may give, they have approved their virtues.

And in the stocks-avouch it. Cam. Sir, it is three days since I saw the prince : What his happier affairs may be, are to My traffic is sheets ; when the kite builds, look me unknown: but I have, missingly, noted, he to lesser linen. My father named me, Autolyis of late much retired from court; and is less cus; who being, as I am, littered under Mer. frequent to his princely exercises, than formerly cury, was likewise a snapper-up of unconsidered he hath appeared.

trifles: With die, and drab, I purchased this Pol. I have considered so much, Camillo ; caparison ; and my revenue is the silly cheat: and with some care ; so far, that I have eyes Gallows, and knock, are too powerful on the under my services, which look upon his remo- highway: beating, and hanging, are terrors to vedness : from whom I have this intelligence ; me ; for the life to come, I sleep out the thought That he is seldom from the house of a most of it.-A prize ! a prize! homely shepherd; a man, they say, that from very nothing, and beyond the imagination of

Enter Clown. his neighbours, is grown into an unspeakable Clo. Let me see:-Every 'leven wether-tods; estate.

every tod yields-pound and odd shilling: fifteen Cam. I have heard, sir, of such a man, who hundred shorn,- What comes the wool to ? hath a daughter of most rare note: the report Aut. If the springe hold, the cock's mine. of her is extended more, than can be thought to

[ Aside. begin from such a cottage.

Clo. I cannot do't without counters.-Let me Pol. That's likewise part of my intelligence. see ; what am I to buy for our sheep-shearing But, I fear the angle that plucks our son thi- feast? Three pound of sugar ; five pound of carther. Thou shalt accompany us to the place : rants: rice, -What will this sister of mine do where we will, not appearing what we are, have with rice? But my father hath made her missome question with the shepherd; from whose tress of the feast, and she lays it on. She hath simplicity, I think it not uneasy to get the cause made me four-and-twenty nosegays for the of my son's resort thither. Pr’ythee, be my shearers : three-man song-men all, and very

good ones; but they are most of them means professions, he settled only in rogue : some call and bases : but one Puritan amongst them, and him Autolycus. he sings psalms to hornpipes. I must have saf Clo. Out upon him! Prig, for my life, prig: fron, to colour the warden pies; mace,-dates, he haunts wakes, fairs, and bear-baitings. -none; that's out of my note : nutmegs, se Aut. Very true, sir ; he, sir, he ; that's the ren; a race, or two, of ginger ; but that I may rogue that put me into this apparel. beg ;-four pound of prunes, and as many of rai Clo. Not a more cowardly rogue in all Bohesins o'the sun.

mia; if you had but looked big, and spit at Aut. O, that ever I was born!

him, he'd have run. [Grovelling on the ground. Aut. I must confess to you, sir, I am no fightClo. I'the name of me,

er : I am false of heart that way; and that he Aut. O, help me, help me! pluck but off these knew, I warrant him. rags; and then, death, death!

Clo. How do you now? Clo. Alack, poor soul! thou hast need of more Aut. Sweet sir, much better than I was ; I rags to lay on thee, rather than have these off. can stand, and walk: I will even take my leave

Aut. 0, sir, the loathsomeness of them offends of you, and pace softly towards my kinsman's. me more than the stripes I have received, which Clo. Shall I bring thee on the way? are mighty ones, and millions.

Aut. No, good-faced sir; no, sweet sir. Clo. Alas, poor man! a million of beating may Clo. Then fare thee well ; I must go buy come to a great matter.

spices for our sheep-shearing. Aut. I am robbed, sir, and beaten; my money Ant. Prosper you, sweet sir !-[Exit Clown.] and apparel ta'en from me, and these detestable Your purse is not hot enough to purchase your things put upon me.

spice. I'll be with you at your sheep-shearing Clo. What, by a horse-man, or a foot-man ? too: If I make not this cheat bring out another, Aut. A foot-man, sweet sir, a foot-man. and the shearers prove sheep, let me be unrolled,

Clo. Indeed, he should be a foot-man, by the and my name put in the book of virtue ! garments he hath left with thee: if this be a horse-man's coat, it hath seen very hot service. Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way, Lend me thy hand, I'll help thee : come, lend And merrily hent the stile-a : me thy hand.

[Helping him up. A merry heart goes all the day, Aut. O! good sir, tenderly, oh!

Your sad tires in a mile-a. [Exit. Clo. Alas, poor soul.

Aut. O, good sir, softly, good sir : I fear, sir, SCENE III.-The same. A shepherds cottage. my shoulder-blade is out. Clo. How now ? canst stand?

Enter FLORIZEL and PERDITA. Aut. Softly, dear sir; [Picks his pocket.] Flo. These your unusual weeds to each part good sir, softly; you ha' done me a charitable office.

Do give a life: no shepherdess; but Flora Clo. Dost lack any money? I have a little Peeringin April's front. This your sheep-shearing money for thee.

Is as a meeting of the petty gouls, Aut. No, good sweet sir ; no, I beseech you, And you the queen on't. sir: I have à kinsman not past three quarters Per. Sir, my gracious lord, of a mile hence, unto whom I was going ; I shall To chide at your extremes, it not becomes me; there have money, or any thing I want. Offer O, pardon, that I name them : your high self, me no money, I pray you ; that kills my heart. The gracious mark o'the land, you have obscur’d, Clo. What manner of fellow was he that rob- With a swain's wearing; and me, poor lowly

maid, Aut. A fellow, sir, that I have known to go Most goddess-like prank'd up: But that our feasts about with trol-my-dames : I knew him once a In every mess have folly, and the feeders servant of the prince ; I cannot tell, good sir, Digest it with a custom, I should blush for which of his virtues it was, but he was cer- To see you so attired; sworn, I think, tainly whipped out of the court.

To show myself a glass. Clo. His vices, you would say; there's no Flo. bless the time, virtue whipped out of court : they cherish it, when my good falcon made her flight acrose to make it stay there, and yet it will no more Thy father's ground.

Per. Now Jove afford you cause ! Aut. Vices I would say, sir. I know this man Tome, the difference forges dread; your greatness well : he háth been since an ape-bearer ; then Hath not been us’d to fear. Even now I tremble a process-server, a bailiff; then he compassed a To think, your father, by some accident, motion of the prodigal son, and married a tink- Should pass this way, as you did : 0, the fates! er's wife within a mile where my land and li- How would he look, to see his work, so noble

, ving lies; and, having flown over many knayish | Vilely

bound up? What

would he say? Or how

of you

bed you?

but abide.

Should I, in these my borrow'd flaunts, behold | It is my father's will, I should take on me The sternness of his presence ?

The hostess-ship o'the day :-You're welcome, Flo. Apprehend

sir !

[To Camillo Nothing but jollity. The gods themselves, Give me those flowers there, Dorcas.—Reverend Humbling their deities to love, have taken

sirs, The shapes of beasts upon them: Jupiter For you there's rosemary, and rue: these keep Became a bull, and bellow'd; the green Neptune Seeming, and savour, all the winter long: A ram, and bleated ; and the fire-rob’d god, Grace, and remembrance, be to you both, Golden Apollo, a poor humble swain,

And welcome to our shearing! As I seem now: Their transformations

Pol. Shepherdess, Were never for a piece of beauty rarer ; (A fair one are you,) well you fit our ages Nor in a way so chaste : since my desires With flowers of winter. Run not before mine honour ; nor my lusts Per. Sir, the year growing ancient, Burn botter than my faith.

Nor yet on summer's death, nor on the birth Per. O but, dear sir,

Of trembling winter,--the fairest flowers o'the Your resolution cannot hold, when 'tis

season Oppos’d, as it must be, by the power o'the king: Are our carnations, and streak'd gillyflowers, One of these two must be necessities,

Which some call nature's bastards : of that kind Which then will speak; that you must change Our rustic garden's barren; and I care not this purpose,

To get slips of them. Or I my life.

Pol. Wherefore, gentle maiden, Flo. Thou dearest Perdita,

Do you neglect them? With these forc'd thoughts, I pr’ythee, darken not Per. For I have heard it said, The mirth o’the feast : Or I'll be thine, my fair, There is an art, which, in their piedness, shares Or pot my father's; for I cannot be

With great creating nature. Mine own, nor any thing to any, if

Pol. Say, there be; I be not thine: to this I am most constant, Yet nature is made better by no mean, Though destiny say, no. "Be merry, gentle; But nature makes that mean : so, o'er that art, Strangle such thoughts as these, with any thing Which, you say, adds to nature, is an art That you behold the while. Your guests are That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we coming:

marry Lift up your countenance ; as it were the day A gentler scion to the wildest stock; Of celebration of that nuptial, which

And make conceive a bark of baser kind We two have sworn shall come.

By bud of nobler race; This is an art Per. O lady fortune,

Which does mend nature,-change it rather: but Stand you auspicious !

The art itself is nature.

Per. So it is. Enter Shepherd, with POLIXENES and Camillo,

Pol. Then make your garden rich in gillydisguised ; Clown, Mopsa, Dorcas, and

flowers, others.

And do not call them bastards. Flo. See, your guests approach :

Per. I'll not put Address yourself to entertain them sprightly, The dibble in earth to set one slip of them: And let's be red with mirth.

No more than, were I painted, I would wish Shep. Fye, daughter! when my old wife liv'd, This youth should say, 'twere well ; and only upon

therefore This day, she was both pantler, batler, cook; Desire to breed by me.-Here's flowers for you; Both dame and servant: welcom'd all; serv'd all: Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram; Would sing her song, and dance her turn: now The marigold, that goes to bed with the sun, here,

And with him rises weeping; these are flowers At upper end o’the table, now, i'the middle ; Of middle summer, and, I think, they are given On his shoulder, and his; her face o'fire To men of middle age: You are very welcome. With labour; and the thing, she took to quench it, Cam. I should leave grazing, were I of your She would to each one sip : You are retir'd,

flock, As if you were a feasted one, and not

And only live by gazing. The hostess of the meeting : Pray you, bid Per. Out, alas! These unknown friends to us welcome: for it is You'd be so lean, that blasts of January A way to make us better friends, more known. Would blow you through and through. Now, Come,quench your blushes; and present yourself my fairest friend, That, which you are, mistress o'the feast: Come I would í had some flowers o'the spring, that on,

might And bid us welcome to your sheep-shearing, Become your time of day; and yours, and yours; As your good flock shall prosper.

That wear upon your virgin branches yet Per. Welcome, sir ! [To Politenes. | Your maidenheads growing :-- Proserpina,


For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st Mop. Now, in good time! fall

Clo. Not a word, a word; we stand upon our From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take Come, strike up.

[Music. The winds of March with beauty ; violets, dim, But swetter than the lids of Juno's eyes,

Here a dance of Shepherds and Shepherdesses. Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses,

Pol. Pray, good shepherd, what That die unmarried, ere they can behold Fair swain is this, which dances with your Bright Phæbus in his strength, a malady

daughter? Most incident to maids ; bold oxlips, and Shep. They call him Doricles; and he boasts The crown-imperial; lilies of all kinds,

The flower-de-luce being one ! O, these I lack, To have a worthy feeding : but I have it
To make you garlands of; and, my sweet friend, Upon his own report, and I believe it;
To strew him o'er and o'er.

He looks like sooth : He says, he loves my Flo. What? like a corse?

daughter; Per. No, like a bank, for love to lie and play I think so too ; for never gaz'd the moon on;

Upon the water, as he'll stand, and read, Not like a corse : or if,—not to be buried, As 'twere, my daughter's eyes : and, to be plain, But quick, and in mine arms. Come, take your I think there is not half a kiss to choose, flowers :

Who loves another best. Methinks, I play as I have seen them do Pol. She dances featly. In Whitsun' pastorals : sure, this robe of mine Shep. So she does any thing; though I reDoes change my disposition.

port it, Flo. What you do,

That should be silent: If young Doricles Still betters what is done. When you speak, Do light upon her, she shall bring him that, sweet,

Which he not dreams of. I'd have you do it ever : when you sing,

Enter a Servant. I'd have you buy and sell so; so give alms; Pray so; and, for the ordering your affairs, Serv. O master, if you did but hear the pedTo sing them too: When you do dance, I wish ler at the door, you would never dance again afyou

ter a tabor and pipe ; no, the bagpipe could not A wave o’the sea, that you might ever do move you: he sings several tunes, faster than Nothing but that ; move still, still so, and own you'll tell money; he utters them as he had No other function: Each your doing,

eaten ballads, and all men's ears grew to his So singular in each particular,

tunes. Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds, Clo. He could never come better; he shall That all your acts are queens.

come in: I love a ballad but even too well; if Per. Ó Doricles,

it be doleful matter, merrily set down, or a very Your praises are too large: but that your youth, pleasant thing indeed, and sung lamentably. And the true blood, which fairly peeps throughit, Serv. He hath songs, for man, or woman, of Do plainly give you out an unstain'd shepherd; all sizes; no milliner can so fit his customers With wisdom I might fear, my Doricles, with gloves : he has the prettiest love-songs for You woo'd me the false way.

maids ; so without bawdry, which is strange; · Flo. I think, you have

with such delicate burdens of dildos and fadings: As little skill to fear, as I have purpose jump her and thump her; and where some To put you to't.—But, come; our dance, I pray: "stretch-mouth'd rascal would, as it were, mean Your hand, my Perdita : so turtles pair, mischief, and break a foul gap into the matter, That never mean to part.

he makes the maid to answer, Whoop, do me no Per. I'll swear for 'em.

harm, good man ; puts him off, slights him, with Pol. This is the prettiest low-born lass, that Whoop, do me no harm, good man.

Pol. This is a brave fellow. Ran on the green-sward: nothing she does, or Clo. Believe me, thou talkest of an admirableseems,

conceited fellow. Has he any unbraided wares ? But smacks of something greater than herself ; Serv. He hath ribands of all the colours i'the Too noble for this place.

rainbow; points, more than all the lawyers in Cam. He tells her something,

Bohemia can learnedly handle, though they That makes her blood look out: Good sooth, come to him by the gross ; inkles, caddisses, she is

cambricks, lawns : why, he sings them over, 'as The queen of curds and cream.

they were gods or goddesses ; you would think, Clo. Come on, strike up.

a smock were a she-angel; he so chants to the Dor. Mopsa must be your mistress : marry, sleeve-hand, and the work about the square on’t. garlic,

Clo. Pr’ythee, bring him in ; and let him apTo mend her kissing with.

proach singing


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