Your resolution cannot hold, when 'tis [purpose, 20 Per. 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 That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we mar- [not 25 And make conceive a bark of baser kind Flo. Thou dearest Perdita, I be not thine; to this I am most constant, 30 [ry The dibble in earth to set one slip of them : Desire to breed by me.-Here's flowers for you 40 The marygold, that goes to bed with the sun, Per. Out, alas! You'd be so lean, that blasts of January fairest friend, With labour; and the thing, she took to quench it, 50 I would, I had some flowers o' the spring, that Become your time of day; and yours, and yours; She would to each one sip: You are retir'd, That come before the swallow dares, and take } Rue, was called herb of grace. Rosemary was anciently supposed to strengthen the memory, and is prescribed for that purpose in the books of ancient physic The The flour-de-lis being one! O, these I lack, Flo. What? like a corse? Per. No, like a bank, for love to lie and play on; Methinks, I play as I have seen them do Flo. What you do, Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, And own no other function: Each your doing, Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds, Your praises are too large: but that your youth, Flo. I think you have As little skill' to fear, as I have purpose Per. I'll swear for 'em. it, Ser. O master, if you did but hear the pedlar at the door, you would never dance again after a tabor and pipe; no, the bag-pipe could not move 10you; 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 on: I love a ballad but even too well; if it be 15 doleful matter, merrily set down, or a very pleasant thing indeed, and sung lamentably. Ser. He hath songs, for man, or woman, of all sizes; no milliner can so fit his customers with gloves: he has the prettiest love-songs for maids; 20 so without bawdry, which is strange; with such delicate burdens of dil-do's and fadings; jump her and thump her; and where some stretchmouth'd rascal would, as it were, mean mischief, and break a foul gap into the matter, he makes the maid to answer, Whoop, do me no harm, good man; puts him off, slights him, with Whoop, de me no harm, good man. 25 30 Pol. This is a brave fellow. Clo. Believe me, thou talkest of an admirable conceited fellow. Has he any unbraided wares? Ser. He hath ribbons 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; incles, caddisses', cambricks, 35 lawns: why, he sings them over, as they were gods or goddesses: you would think, a smock were a she-angel; he so chaunts to the sleeve-hand, and the work about the square on't". Clo. Pr'ythee, bring him in; and let him ap 40 proach singing, [garlick, 45 [manners. Clo. Not a word, a word; we stand upon our Come, strike up. [ter: 50 Here a Dance of Shepherds and Shepherdesses. Pol. Pray, good shepherd, what Fair swain is this, which dances with your daughShep. They call him Doricles; and he boast To have a worthy feeding?: but I have it [himself Upon his own report, and I believe it; [ter; He looks like sooth. He says he loves my daugh-55 As 'twere, my daughter's eyes: and, to be plain, Who loves another best. Per. Forewarn him, that he use no scurrilous words in his tunes. Clo. You have of these pedlars, that have more in 'em than you'd think, sister. Per. Ay, good brother, or go about to think. Enter Autolycus, singing. Lawn, as white as driven snow ; |60| Come, buy of me, come: come buy, comebuy; 1 That is, reason. i. e. a considerable tract of pasturage. ' i. e. truth. i. e. undamaged, Mr. Steevens conjectures caddis to mean ferret. The work about the square on't probably signities the work or embroidery about the bosom part of a shift, which might then have been of a square form, or might have a square tucker. ?These poking sticks were heated in the fire, and made use of to adjust the plaits of ruffs. Clo Clo. If I were not in love with Mopsa, thou should'st take no money of me: but being enthrall'd as I am, it will also be the bondage of certain ribbons and gloves. Mop. I was promis'd them against the feast; but they come not too late now. Dor. He hath promis'd you more than that, or there be liars. 5 Mop. Let's have some merry ones. Aut. Why, this is a passing merry one; and goes to the tune of, Two maids wooing a man: there's scarce a maid westward, but she sings it; 'tis in request, I can tell you. Mop. We can both sing it; if thou'lt bear a Mop. He hath paid you all he promis'd you: Clo. Is there no manners left among maids? will they wear their plackets, where they should bear their faces? Is there not milking-time, when you are going to bed, or kill-hole, to whistle off these 15 secrets: but you must be tittle-tattling before all our guests? 'Tis well they are whispering: Clamour your tongues, and not a word more. Mop. I have done. Come, you promis'd me a tawdry lace, and a pair of sweet gloves2. Clo. Have I not told thee, how I was cozen'd by the way, and lost all my money? Aut. And, indeed, sir, there are cozeners abroad; therefore it behoves men to be wary. Clo. Fear not thou, man, thou shalt lose no-25 thing here. Aut. I hope so, sir; for I have about me many parcels of charge. Clo. What hast here? ballads? Mop. Pray now, buy some: I love a ballad in 30 print, a-life'; for then we are sure they are true. Aut. Here's one to a very doleful tune, How Aut. Very true; and but a month old. 35 Aut. Here's the midwife's name to't, one mistress Taleporter; and five or six honest wives that 40 were present: Why should I carry lies abroad? Mop. Pray you now, buy it. Clo. Come on, lay it by: And let's first see more ballads: we'll buy the other things anon. Aut. Here's another ballad, Of a fish, that ap-45 pear'd upon the coast, on Wednesday the fourscore ofApril, forty thousand fathom above water, and sung this ballad against the hard hearts of maids: it was thought, she was a woman, and was turn'd into a cold fish, for she would not exchange 50 flesh with one that lov'd her: The ballad is very pitiful, and as true.' Dor. Is it true too, think you? Aut. Five justices' hands at it; and witnesses, more than my pack will hold. Clo. Lay it by too: Another. Aut. This is a merry ballad; but a very pretty one. 55 SON G. D. Whither? M. O, Whither? Whither? D. Me too, let me go thither. A. Neither. D. What, neither? A. Neither. Then, whither go'st? suy,whither? 4 Clo. We'll have this song out anon by ourselves: My father and the gentlemen are in sad * talk, and we'll not trouble them: come, bring away thy pack after me. Wenches, I'll buy for you both; -Pedlar, let's have the first choice.-Follow me, girls. Aut. And you shall pay well for 'em. [Aside. Or lace for your cape, Any toys for your head, Of the new'st, and fin'st, fin'st wear-a? Money's a medler, 5 That doth utter all men's ware-a. [Exe. Clown, Autolycus, Dorcas, and Mopsa. Enter a Servant. Ser. Master, there are three carters, three shepherds, three neat-herds, three swine-herds, that have made themselves all men of hair? they call themselves saltiers: and they have a dance, which the wenchessay is a gallimaufry of gambols, because they are not in't; but they themselves are o' the mind, (if it be not too rough for some, that know little but bowling) it will please plentifully. Shep. Away! we'll none on't; here has been too much homely foolery already :—I know, sir, we weary you. Pol. You weary those that refresh us; pray, let's see these four threes of herdsmen. Ser. One three of them, by their own report, sir, hath danc'd before the king; and not the worst of the three, but jumps twelve foot and a half by the square. When bells are at the height, in order to cease them, the repetition of the strokes becomes much quicker than before; this is called clamouring them. 2 Sweet or perfumed gloves, were very fashionable in the age of Elizabeth, and long afterwards. Tawdry laces were worn about the ladies' heads, necks, and waists. 1i. e. at life. * i. e. serious. i. e. bring out, or produce. ⚫ Men of hair, are hairy men, or sutyṛs. A dance of safyrs was no unusual entertainment in those times. 11 Shep. Shep. Leave your prating; since these good men are pleas'd, let them come in ; but quickly now. Ser. Why, they stay at door, sir. Here a dance of twelve Satyrs. Pol. [Aside] O, father, you'll know more of 5 that hereafter. Is it not too far gone?-'Tis time to part them.- Your heart is full of something, that doth take Flo. Old sir, I know, She prizes not such trifles as these are: How prettily the young swain seems to wash The hand, 'twas fair before !-I have put you out:- But to your protestation; let me hear What you profess. Flo. Do, and be witness to't. Pol. And this my neighbour too? Flo. And he, and more And, daughter, yours. Pol. Soft, swain, a while, 'beseech you; Flo. I have: but what of him? Pol. Knows he of this? Flo. He neither does, nor shall. Is, at the nuptial of his son, a guest That best becomes the table. Pray you, once more; 10 Is not father [hear? He has his health, and ampler strength, indeed, Pol. By my white beard, 20 You offer him, if this be so, a wrong Should chuse himself a wife; but as good reason, 301 Flo. I yield all this; But, for some other reasons, my grave sir, Pol. Let him know't. Flo. He shall not. Pol. Pr'ythee, let him. Flo. No, he must not. Shep. Let him, my son; he shall not need to grieve 35 At knowing of thy choice. Than he, and men; the earth, the heavens and all: More than was ever man's,-I would not prize Pol. Fairly offer'd. Cam. This shews a sound affection. Shep. But, my daughter, Say you the like to him? Per. I cannot speak [vice, So well, nothing so well; no, nor mean better: Shep. Take hands, a bargain; And, friends unknown, you shall bear witness to't: Flo. O, that must be I' the virtue of your daughter: one being dead, Shep. Come, your hand ; 45 Flo. Come, come, he must not:- Pol. Mark your divorce, young sir, [Disc vering himself. Shep. O, my heart! [made Pol. I'll havethy beauty scratch'd with briars and More homely than thy state.--For thee, fond boy,-50f I may ever know, thou dost but sigh, [never That thou no more shalt never see this knack, (as I mean thou shalt) we'll bar thee from succession; Not hold thee of our blood, no, not our kin, Far than Deucalion off: Mark thou my words; 55 Follow us to the court.-Thou churl, for this time, Though full of our displeasure, yet we free thee From the dead blow of it.-And you, enchantment, Worthy enough a herdsman; yea, him too, Meaning, defend or take care of his own estate. [Exit. Per Per. Even here undone! I was not much afeard: for once, or twice, I told you, what would come of this: 'Beseech you, Cam. Why, how now, father? Shep. I cannot speak, nor think, Nor dare to know that which I know.-O, sir, You have undone a man of fourscore three, That knew'st this was the prince, and would'st To mingle faith with him.-Undone! undone! Flo. Why look you so upon me? I am but sorry, not afeard; delay'd, [Exit. More straining on, for plucking back; not follow- Cam. Gracious my lord, You know your father's temper: at this time Flo. I not purpose it. I think, Camillo. Cam. Even he, my lord. [ing Per. How often have I told you''twould be thus ? Flo. It cannot fail, but by The violation of my faith; and then To this my fair belov'd: Therefore, I pray you, With her, whom here I cannnot hold on shore; 15 Cam. O my lord, 20 Resolv'd for flight: Now were I happy, if Cam. Well, my lord, If you may please to think I love the king; I'll point you where you shall have such re- As shall become your highness; where you may 45 Enjoy your mistress; from the whom, Isee, There's no disjunction to be made but by (As heavens forfend!) your ruin: Marry her; And (with my best endeavours in your absence) Your discontenting father I'll strive to qualify, And bring him up to liking. Let nature crush the sides o' the earth together, Am heir to my affection. Cam. Be advis'd. Flo. I am; and by my fancy 2: if my reason Cam. This is desperate, sir. Flo. So call it: but it does fulfil my vow; 1551 Flo. Now, Camillo, May this, almost a miracle, be done? That I may call thee something more than man, Cam. Have you thought on A place, whereto you'll go? Flo. Not any vet: But as the unthought-on accident is guilty To what we wildly do; so we profess 60 Ourselves to be the slaves of chance, and flies Of every wind that blows. Cam. Then list to me: This follows,-if you will not change your purpose, This part of the priest's office was not left off till the reign of Edward VI. 2i. e. love. And |