Digest it with a custom, I should blush Flo. I bless the time, When my good falcon made her flight across Thy father's ground. Per. Apprehend Flo. Your resolution cannot hold, when 'tis Oppos'd, as it must be, by the power o' the king; Which then will speak; that you must change this With these forc'd thoughts, I prithee, darken not purpose, Or not my father's: for I cannot be I be not thine: to this I am most constant, Of celebration of that nuptial which We two have sworn shall come. Per. Stand you auspicious! Flo. . O Lady Fortune, See, your guests approach: Address yourself to entertain them sprightly, And let's be red with mirth. Enter Shepherd, with POLIXENES and CAMILLO disguised; Clown, MOPSA, DORCAS, and others. 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 : With labour; and the thing she took to quench it, As if you were a feasted one, and not These unknown friends to us welcome: for it is As your good flock shall prosper. Per. Sir, welcome! [TO POLIXENES. It is my father's will I should take on me The hostess-ship 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 : Grace and remembrance be to you both,14 And welcome to our shearing! Pol. Shepherdess (A fair one are you), well you fit our ages With flowers of winter. 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 Which some call nature's bastards: of that kind Our rustic garden's barren; and I care not 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 gillyflowers, 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, 'twere well; and only therefore Cam. I should leave grazing, were I of your flock, Per. 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 yours, and yours; That wear upon your virgin branches yet Your maiden 'honours' growing:-0 Proserpina, 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: In Whitsun pastorals: sure, this robe of mine 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: when you do dance, I wish you 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 : Your hand, my Perdita: so turtles pair, That never mean to part. Per. I'll swear for 'em. Pol. This is the prettiest low-born lass that ever Ran on the green-sward : 16 nothing she does or seems, Cam. He tells her something That makes her blood look out: 17 good sooth, she is The queen of curds and cream. Clo. Come on, strike up! Dor. Mopsa must be your mistress: marry, garlic, To mend her kissing with. |