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Enter Shepherd, with POLIXenes and CAMILLO, disguised; Clown, Mopsa, DORCAS, and others.

See, your guests approach: Address yourself to entertain them sprightly, And let's be red with mirth.

Shep. Fye, 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: 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. 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.

Welcome, sir! It is my father's will, I should take on me The hostessship o'the day :-You're welcome, sir!

[To Camillo. Give me those flowers there, Dorcas.-Reverend

sirs, For you there's rosemary, and rue; these keep Seeming, and savour, all the winter long :

[To Pol.

Grace, and remembrance 5s, be to you both,
And welcome to our shearing!

(A fair one are you,) well you fit our ages
With flowers of winter.

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,
Which some call, nature's bastards: of that kind
Our rustick garden's barren ; and I care not
To get slips of them.

Wherefore, gentle maiden,
Do you neglect them?

For I have heard it said,
There is an art, which, in their piedness, shares
With great creating nature.

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
The art itself is nature.

So it is. Pol. Then make your garden rich in gillyflowers, And do not call them bastards.

I'll not put

Per. 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, savory, marjoram;
The marigold, that goes to bed with the sun,
And with him rises weeping: these are flowers
Of middle summer, and, I think, they are given
To men of middle age: You are welcome.

Cam. I should leave grazing, were I of your flock,
And only live by gazing.

Out, alas! You'd be so lean, that blasts of January Would blow you through and through. Now, my

fairest friend, I would, I had some flowers o'the spring, that might Become your time of day; and

time of day; and yours, and yours;
That wear upon your virgin branches yet
Your maidenheads growing:40 Proserpina,
For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st fall
From Dis's waggon! daffodils,
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 Phæbus in his strength, a malady
Most incident to maids; bold oxlips, and

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