and they have a dance, which the wenches fay is a gallymaufry of gambols, because they are not in't: but they themselves are o' th' mind, if it be not too rough for fome, 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 thofe, that refresh us. Pray, let's fee thefe 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 fquare. SHEP. Leave your prating; fince these good men are pleas'd, let them come in; but quickly now. Here a dance of twelve fatyrs. POL. [afide.] O, father, you'll know more of that hereIs it not too far gone? 'tis time to part them. [after. He's fimple, and tells much- How now, fair fhepherd ? Your heart is full of fomething, that doth take Your mind from feasting. Sooth, when I was young, To load my fhe with knacks; I would have ranfack'd Your lack of love of bounty; you were straited Of happy holding her. FLO. Old Sir, I know, She prizes not fuch trifles as these are; The gifts, the looks from me, art packt and lockt Up in my heart, which I have given already, How prettily the young swain seems to wash The hand, was fair before! I've put you out Than he, and men; the earth, and heav'ns, and all, Commend them, and condemn them, to her service, POL. Fairly offer'd. CAM. This fhews a found affection. SHEP. But my daughter, Say you the like to him? PER. I cannot fpeak So well, nothing fo 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' th' virtue of your daughter: one being dead, FLO. Come, your hand, And, daughter, yours. POL. Soft, fwain, a while; 'beseech you, Have you a father? FLO. I have; but what of him? POL. Knows he of this? FLO. He neither does nor fhall, POL. Methinks, a father Is, at the nuptial of his fon, a guest That best becomes the table: 'pray you once more, Is not your father grown incapable Of reasonable affairs? is he not stupid With age, and alt'ring rheums? can he speak? hear? Know man from man? difpute his own estate? Lies he not bed-rid? and, again, does nothing, But what he did being childish? FLO. No, good Sir; He has his health, and ampler strength, indeed, Than most have of his age. POL. By my white beard, You offer him, if this be fo, a wrong Something unfilial: Reafon, my fon Should chufe himself a wife; but as good reason, The father (all whose joy is nothing else But fair pofterity) should hold fome counsel} FLO. I yield all this; But for fome other reafons, my grave Sir, Which 'tis not fit you know, I not acquaint My father of this business. POL. Let him know't. FLo. He fhall not. POL. Pr'ythee, let him. FLO. No; he must not : SHEP. Let him, my fon; he fhall not need to grieve At knowing of thy choice. FLO. Come, come, he must not. Mark your contract. POL. Mark your divorce, young fir, [Discovering himself. Whom fon I dare not call: thou art too base To be acknowledg'd. Thou a fcepter's heir, SHEP. O my heart! POL. I'll have thy beauty scratch'd with briars, and made More homely than thy ftate. For thee, fond boy, If I may ever know thou doft but figh That thou no more fhalt fee this knack, as never Far than Deucalion off. Mark thou my words: Thou churl, for this time, Tho' full of our displeasure, yet we free thee From the dead blow of it. And you, enchantment, As thou art tender to it. SCENE PER. Even here, undone : [Exit. VIII. I was not much afraid; for once or twice I was about to speak, and tell him plainly, The self-fame fun, that shines upon his court, Looks on alike. Wilt please you, fir, begone? [To Floriz. But milk my ewes and weep. ĆAM. Why, how now, father? Speak, ere thou diest. SHEP, I cannot speak, nor think, Nor dare I know that which I know. O fir, [To Florizel. You have undone a man of fourscore three, That thought to fill his grave in quiet; yea To lie close by his honest bones; but now Some hangman must put on my fhrowd, and lay me |