Strangle such thoughts as these with any thing Of celebration of that nuptial, which We two have sworn shall come. Per. Stand you auspicious! O, lady fortune, Enter Shepherd, with POLIXENES and CAMILLO, disguised; Clown, MOPSA, DORCAS, and others. See, your guests approach: Flo. Address yourself to entertain them sprightly, Shep. Fie, 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; As your good flock shall prosper. Per. [To PoL.] Sir, welcome. It is my father's will, I should take on me The hostess-ship o' the day:-[To CAM.] You 're wel come, sir. Give me those flowers there, Dorcas.-Reverend sirs, Grace, and remembrance, be to you both, Pol. 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' To get slips of them. Pol. Do you neglect them? Per. Wherefore, gentle maiden, For I have heard it said, There is an art which, in their piedness, shares Pol. Say, there be; Yet nature 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 nature makes. 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 nature,-change it rather; but 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, 't were 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 wi' the sun, Per. Out, alas! You'd be so lean, that blasts of January Would blow you through and through.-Now, my fair'st friend, I would, I had some flowers o' the spring, that might From Dis's waggon! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take Flo. What! like a corse? Per. No, like a bank, for love to lie and play on, Not like 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 done. When you speak, sweet, I'd have you buy and sell so; so give alms; To sing them too. A wave o' the sea, When you do dance, I wish you that you might ever do Nothing but that; move still, still so, And own no other function: each your doing, Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds, Per. O Doricles! Your praises are too large: but that your youth, 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. That never mean to part. Per. I'll swear for 'em. 1 Reason. Pol. This is the prettiest low-born lass, that ever Ran on the green-sward: nothing she does, or says1, But smacks of something greater than herself; Too noble for this place. Cam. He tells her something, That wakes her blood:-look on 't. Good sooth, she is The queen of curds and cream. Clo. Dor. Mopsa must be your mistress: marry, garlick, To mend her kissing with. Mop. Come on, strike up. Now, in good time Clo. Not a word, a word: we stand upon our man ners. Come, strike up. [Music. [Here a dance of Shepherds and Shepherdesses. Pol. Pray, good shepherd, what fair swain is this, Which dances with your daughter? Shep. They call him Doricles, and boasts himself To have a worthy breeding; 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 't were, my daughter's eyes; and, to be plain, Who loves another best. Pol. She dances featly. Shep. So she does any thing, though I report it, Do light upon her, she shall bring him that 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; no, 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. Clo. He could never come better: he shall come in. I love a ballad but even too well; if it be doleful matter, merrily set down, or a very pleasant thing indeed, and sung lamentably. Serv. He hath songs, for man, or woman, of all sizes: 1 seems: in f. e. 2 That makes her blood look on 't: in f. e. no milliner can so fit his customers with gloves. He has the prettiest love-songs for maids; so without bawdry, which is strange; with such delicate burdens of "dildos" and "fadings';' ""jump her and thump her;" and where some stretch'd-mouth'd rascal would, as it were, mean mischief, and break a foul jape in the matter, he makes the maid to answer, "Whoop, do me no harm, good man;" puts him off, slights him with "Whoop, do me no harm, good man." Pol. This is a brave fellow. Clo. Believe me, thou talkest of an admirable-conceited fellow. Has he any embroided' wares? 4 5 Serv. He hath ribands of all the colours i' the rainbow; points, more than all the lawyers in Bohemia can learnedly handle though they come to him by the gross; inkles, caddisses, cambrics, lawns: why he sings them over, as they were gods or goddesses. You would think a smock were a she-angel, he so chants to the sleeve-band', and the work about the squares on 't. Clo. Pr'ythee, bring him in, and let him approach singing. Per. Forewarn him, that he use no scurrilous words in's tunes. Clo. You have of these pedlers, that have more in them than you'd think, sister. Per. Ay, good brother, or go about to think. Enter AUTOLYCUs, singing. 1A fading was also a dance. 2 Jest. f. e. gap. 3 unbraided: in f. e. 4 Tags to the strings used to fasten dresses. 5 Tape. 6 Galloon. 7 sleeve-hand: in f. e. 8 Bosom. 9 Used, when heated, to set the plaits of ruffs. VOL. III.-32 |