Enter a Servant. Serv. Master, there is 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 wenches say 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. Serv. One three of them, by their own report, sir, hath danced before the king; and not the worst of the three, but jumps twelve foot and a half by the squire. Shep. Leave your prating; since these good men are pleased, let them come in; but quickly now. Serv. Why, they stay at door, sir. [Exit. Re-enter Servant, with twelve Rustics habited like Satyrs. They dance, and then exeunt. Pol. O, father, you'll know more of that hereafter.- Your heart is full of something, that does take To load my she with knacks. I would have ransacked The pedler's silken treasury, and have poured it To her acceptance; you have let him go, And nothing marted with him: if your lass Flo. The gifts she looks from me are packed and locked Or Ethiopian's tooth, or the fanned snow, How prettily the young swain seems to wash The hand, was fair before!-I have put you out.- What you profess. Flo. Do, and be witness to't. Commend them, and condemn them, to her service, Pol. Cam. This shows a sound affection. Say you the like to him? Per. Fairly offered. But, my daughter, I cannot speak So well, nothing so well, no, nor mean better. Shep. Flo. O, that must be I' the virtue of your daughter: one being dead, Is, at the nuptial of his son, a guest That best becomes the table. Pray you, once more; Of reasonable affairs? Is he not stupid With age, and altering rheums? Can he speak? hear? Know man from man? dispute 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, Pol. By my white beard, You offer him, if this be so, a wrong Something unfilial. Reason, my son, Should choose himself a wife; but as good reason, But fair posterity) should hold some counsel Flo. I yield all this; But, for some other reasons, my grave sir, Pol. Shep. Let him, my son; he shall not need to grieve Let him know't. Flo. He shall not. Pol. Pr'ythee, let him. Flo. No, he must not. Flo. Come, come, he must not. Pol. Mark your divorce, young sir, [Discovering himself. At knowing of thy choice. Mark our contract. Whom son I dare not call; thou art too base Shep. That thou no more shalt never see this knack, (as never From the dead blow of it.-And you, enchantment,- Per. [Exit. Even here undone! I was not much afeard: for once, or twice, I was about to speak, and tell him plainly, The self-same sun, that shines upon his court, Hides not his visage from our cottage, but Looks on alike.-Will't please you, sir, be gone? [To FLORIZEL. I told you what would come of this. 'Beseech you, Of your own state take care. This dream of mine,Being now awake, I'll queen it no inch further, But milk my ewes, and weep. Cam. Speak ere thou diest. Why, how now, father! Shep. [To FLORIZEL. You have undone a man of fourscore three, [TO PERDITA. Flo. [Exit. Why look you so upon me? I am but sorry, not afeard! delayed, But nothing altered! What I was, I am; Gracious my lord, Cam. Then, till the fury of his highness settle, Flo. I think, Camillo. Cam. I not purpose it. Even he, my lord. Per. How often have I told you 'twould be thus! How often said, my dignity would last But till 'twere known! Flo. It cannot fail, but by The violation of my faith; and then Let nature crush the sides o' the earth together, Am heir to my affection. Cam. Be advised. Flo. I am; and by my fancy: if my reason If not, my senses, better pleased with madness, Cam. With her whom here I cannot hold on shore; Cam. O, my lord, I would your spirit were easier for advice, Flo. I'll hear you by-and-by. Hark, Perdita.-[Takes her aside. [To CAMILLO. He's irremovable; Cam. |