One of these two must be neceffities, Which then will speak, that you must change this purpose, Or I my life. FLO. Thou deareft Perdita, With these forc'd thoughts, I pr'ythee, darken not The mirth o'th' feaft; or I'll be thine, my fair, Or not my father's. For I cannot be I be not thine. To this I am most conftant, Strangle fuch thoughts as thefe, with any thing Of celebration of that nuptial, which We two have fworn fhall come. PER. O lady fortune, Stand you aufpicious! SCENE V. Enter fhepherd, clown, Mopfa, servants; with Polixenes and Camillo difguis'd. FLo. See, your guests approach; Address yourself to entertain them fprightly, SHEP. Fy, daughter; when my old wife liv'd, upon Both dame and fervant; welcom'd all, ferv'd all; With labour; and the thing fhe took to quench it The hostess of the meeting: pray you, bid As your good flock shall profper. PER. Sirs, welcome. [To Pol. and Cam. It is my father's will, I should take on me The hostessship o'th' day; you're welcome, firs. Give me those flowers there, Dorcas.-Reverend firs, POL. Shepherdefs, (A fair one are you) well you fit our ages With flowers of winter. PET. Sir, the year growing ancient, Not yet on fummer's death, nor on the birth Our ruftick garden's barren, and I care not To get flips 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; fo oyer that art That nature makes; you fee, fweet maid, we marry And make conceive a bark of bafer 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 fet one flip of them: No more than, were I painted, I would with you; This youth should fay, 'twere well; and only therefore CAM. I fhould leave grazing, were I of your flock, And only live by gazing. PER. Out, alas !. You'd be fo lean, that blasts of January [friend, Would blow you through and through. Now, my fairest I would, I had fome Aowers o'th' fpring, that might That come before the swallow dares, and take FLO. What? like a coarfe? PER. No, like a bank, for love to lie and play on; Not like a coarse; 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 whitfun pastorals: fure, this robe of mine FLO. What you do, Still betters what is done. When you fpeak, fweet, I'd have you do it ever; when you fing, I'd have you buy and fell fo, fo, give alms; Pray, fo; and for the ord'ring your affairs, To fing them too. A wave o'th' fea, When you do dance, I wish you that you might ever do Nothing but that; move ftill, ftill fo, And own no other function. Each your doing, So fingular in each particular, Crowns what you're doing in the prefent deeds, That all your acts are queens. PER. O Doricles, Your praises are too large; but that your youth VOL. II. M And the true blood, which peeps forth fairly through it, You woo'd me the false way. FLO. I think, you have As little skill to fear, as I have purpofe To put you to't. But, come; our dance, I pray; That never mean to part. PER. I'll fwear for 'em. POL. This is the prettieft low-born lafs, that ever CAM. He tells her something, That makes her blood look out: good footh, fhe is CLO. Come on, strike up. DOR. Mopfa must be your mistrefs; marry, garlick to mend her kiffing with Mor. Now in good time! CLO. Not a word, a word; we stand upon our manners : come, strike up. Here a dance of shepherds and shepherdeffes. POL. Pray, good fhepherd, what fair fwain is this, Who dances with your daughter? SHEP. They call him Doricles, and he boafts himself To have a worthy feeding; but I have it Upon his own report, and I believe it : He looks like footh; he fays, he loves my daughter, |