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To shew myfelf a glass.

Flo. I blels the time,
When my good falcon made her fight a-cross
Thy father's ground,

Per. Now Yove afford you cause !
To me the difference forges dread, your greatness
Hath not been us'd to fear; even now I tremble
To think, your father, by some accident,
Should pass this way, as you did : oh, the fates!
How would he look, to see his work, so noble,
Vildly bound up! what would he say! or how
Should I in these my borrow'd Aaunts behold
The fternness of his presence!

Flo. Apprehend
Nothing but jollity: the Gods themselves,
Humbling their deities to love, have taken
The shapes of beasts upon them. Jupiter
Became à bull, and bellow'd; the green Nepture
A ram, and bleated, and the fire-rob'd God,
Golden Apollo, a poor humble swain,
As I seem now. Their transformations
Were never for a piece of beauty rarer,
Nor in a way so chafte: since my desires
Run not before mine honour, nor my lufts
Burn hotter than my faith,

Per. O, but, dear Sir,
Your resolution cannot hold, when 'tis
Oppos’d, as it must be, by ch' power o'th' King.

it to,

countenance; for in this, as in a glass, you shew me how much be. low yourself you must descend before you can get upon a level with · me. The sentiment is fine, and expresses all the delicacy, as well as humble modesty of the character. But the Oxford Editor alters

fwoon, I think,

To shew myself a glass. What he means I don't know. But Perdita was not so much given to swooning, as appears by her behaviour at the King's threats, when the intrigue was discovered. VOL. III. z


One of these two must be necessities,
Which then will speak, that you must change this


Or I my life.

Flo. Thou dearest Perdita, With these forc'd thoughts, 1 proythçe, darken nog The mirch o’th' feast; or I'll be thine, my fair, Or not my father's. For I cannot be Mine own, nor any thing to any, if I be not thine. To this I am most constant, Tho' destiny say no. Be merry, (Gentle) Strangle such thoughts as these, with any thing That you behold the while. Your guests are coming: Lift up your countenance, as 'were the day Of celebration of that nuptial, which We two have sworn shall come,

A) Per. O lady fortune,

... Stand you auspicious!


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Enter Shepherd, Clown, Mopsa, Dorcas, Servants;

1. with Polixenes and Camillo 'disguis'a. Flo. See, your guests approach? Address yourself to entertain them sprightly,

. And let's be red with mirth.

Sbe." Fie, daughter ; when my old wife liv'd, upon " This day she was boch pancler, butler, cook, " Both dame and servant; welcom'd all, ferv'd all; “ Would fing her song, and dance her turn; now here At upper end o'th' table, now i'ch' 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 retired, As if you were a fealted one, and not The hostess of the meeting: pray you, bid

These Come on,

These unknown friends to's 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'th' feast.
And bid us welcome to your sheep-fhearing,
As your good fock shall prosper.
Per. Sirs, welcome.

[To Pol. and Cam: It is my father's will, I should take on me The hostessship o'ch'day; you're welcome, Sirs. Give me those flowers there, Dorcas--Reverend Sirs, “ For you there's rosemary and rue, these keep 6. Seeming and favour all the winter long: • Grace and remembrance be unto you both, 5 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 Aowers o'ch' season “ Are our carnations, and streak'd gilly-flowers, 6. Which some call nature's bastards: of that kind « Our rustick garden's barren, and I care not To get Nips of them.

Pol. Wherefore, gentle maiden, Do you' neglect them?

Per. “For I have heard it said, "'There is an art, which in their piedeness shares “ With great creating nature.

Pol. Say, there be ; 66 Yet nature is made better by no mean, “ But nature makes that mean; fo over that art, " Which, you say, adds to nature, is an art “ Thac nature makes ; you see, sweet maid, we marry 6. A gentle scyon to the wildest stock; • And make conceive a bark of baser kind “ By bud of nobler race. This is an art,

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" Which

" 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 set one nip of them : " No more than, were I painted, I would wish “ This youth should say, 'twere well; and only there

16 fore • Desire to breed by me. - Here's flowers for you; " Hot lavender, mints, savoury, marjoram, “ The mary-gold, that goes to bed with th' sun, " And with him rises, weeping: these are flowers « Of middle summer, and I think, they are given “ To men of middle age.” Yare very welcome

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

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'th'spring, that might “ Become your time of day; and yours, and yours, “ That wear upon your virgin-branches yet “ Your maiden-heads growing: 0 Proferpina, “ For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'lt fall « From Dis's waggon! daffadils, " 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 ;) (a) gold oxlips, and

((a) gold, Oxford Editor --Vulg. bold. ]

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“ The crown-imperial; lillies of all kinds, “ The Power-de-lis being one. O these, I lack “ To make you garlands of, and, my sweet friend, u To ftrow him o'er and o'er.

Flo. What? like a coarse ?

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 whitfon paftorals: sure, this robe of mine Does change my disposition.

Flo. What you do, Still betters what is done. When you speak, (sweet) I'd have you do it ever ; when you fing, I'd have you buy and sell so; fo, give alms ; Pray, so; and for the ord'ring your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o'ch' sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that; move ftill, still so, And own no other function. Each your doing, So singular in each particular, Crowns what you're doing in the present deeds, That all your acts are Queens.

Per. Ó Doricles,
Your praises are too large ; but that your youth,
And the true blood, which peeps forth fairly through it,
Do plainly give you out an unstain'd shepherd ;
With wisdom I might fear, my Doricles,
You woo'd me the false way.

Flo. ' I think, you have
As little skill to fear, as I have purpose

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I think, you have As little skill to fear -) To have skill to do a thing was a phrase then in use equivalent to our to bave reason to do a thing. The Oxford Editor, ignorant of this, alters it to,

As little skill in fear, which has no kind of sense in this place,

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