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Then my account I well may, give,

| Sir: I have a kiasman not past three quarters And in the stocks arouch it.

of a mile hence, unto whom I was going; I

shall there have money, or any thing I want: My traffic is sheets ; when the kite builds, Offer me no money, I pray you; that kills my look to lesser linen. My father named me, heart. Autolycus; who, being, as I am, littered un

Clo. What manner of fellow was he that der Mercury, was likewise a snapper-up of robbed you ? unconsidered trifles : With die, and drab, I

Aut. A fellow, Sir, that I have known to go purchased this caparison; and my revenue is about with trol-my-dames :* I knew him once the silly cheat:* Gallows, and knock, are too a servant of the prince; I cannot tell, good powerful on the highway: beating, and hang; Sir, for which of his virtues it was, but he was ing, are terrors to me; for the lite to come, certainly whipped out of the court. sleep out the thought of it.-A prize! a prize!

Clo. His vices, you would say, there's no Enter CLOWN.

virtue whipped out of the court: they cherish Clo. Let me see ;-Every 'leven weather, it, to make it stay there ; and yet it will no

more but abide. tods ;t every tod yields-pound and odd shilling: fifteen hundred shorn,—What comes the man well: he hath been since an ape-bearer;

Aut. Vices I would say, Sir. I know this wool to ? Aut. If the springe hold, the cock's mine.

then a process-server, a bailiff; then he come

passed a motiont of the prodigal son, and mar

(Aside. ried a tinker's wife within a mile where my Clo. I cannot do't without counters. I Let land and living lies; and, having flown over me see; what I am to buy for our sheep-shearing feast? Three pound of sugar ; five pound of many knavish

professions, he settled only in currunts ; riceWhat will this sister of mine rogue: some call him Autolycus. do with 'rice? But my father bath made her he haunts wakes, fairs, and bear-baitings.

Clo. Out upon him! Prig, $ for my life, prig: mistress of the feast, and she lays it on. She hath made me four-and-twenty nosegays for

Aut. Very true, Sir; he, Sir, he; that's the the shearers : three-man song-meng all, and rogue, that put me into this apparel. very good ones; but they are most of them hemia; if you had but looked big, and spit at

Clo. Not a more cowardly rogue in all Bomeansil and bases : but one Puritan amongst him, h'd have run. them, and he sings psalms to hornpipes. I must have safron, to colour the warden pies; fighter: I am false of heart that way; and that

Aut. I must confess to you, Sir, I am no mace,-dates,-none; that's out of my note: he knew, I warrant him. nutmegs, seren; a race, or tuo, of ginger ; but

Clo. How do you now? that I may beg ;--four pound of prunes, and as

Aut. Sweet Sir, much better than I was; I wany of raisins o'the sun.

can stand and walk: I will even take my sut. O, that ever I was born ! (Grovelling on the ground. man's.

leave of you, and pace softly towards my kinsClo, I'the name of me,

Clo. Shall I bring thee on the way? Aut. O, help me, help me! pluck but off

Aut. No, good-faced Sir;, no, sweet Sir. these rags; and then, death, death! Clo. Alack, poor soul! thou hast need of spices for our sheep-shearing,

Clo. Then fare thee well; I must go buy more rags to lay on thee, rather than have these off.

Aut. Prosper you, sweet Sir!-Exit Clown.) Aut. O, Sir, the loathsomeness of them of: spice. I'll be with you at your sheep-shearing

Your purse is not hot enough to purchase your fends me more than the stripes I have received; too: 'If I make not this cheat bring out anwhich are mighty ones and millions.

other, and the shearers prove sheep, let me be Clo. Alas, poor man! a million of beating unrolled, and my name put in the book of may come to a great matter.

virtue! Aut. I am robbed, Sir, and beaten; my money and apparel ta'en from me, and these Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way, detestable things put upon me.

And merrily hent|| the stils-a: Clo. What, by a horse-man, or a foot-man? A merry heurt goes all the day, Aut. A fool-man, sweet Sir, a foot-man.

Your sad tires in a mile-a. [Exit. Clo, Indeed, he should be a foot-man, by the garments he hath left with thee; if this be a SCENE III.-The same.- A Shepherd's Rorse-man's coat, it hath seen very hot service.

Cottage. Lend me thy hand, I'll help thee : come, lend me thy hand.

[Helping him up.

Enter FLORIZEL and PERDITA.
Aut. O! good Sir, tenderly, oh!
Clo. Alas, poor soul.

Flo. These your unusual weeds to each part
Aut. O, good Sir, softly, good Sir: I fear, Do give a life: no shepherdess; but Flora,
Sir, my shoulder-blade is out.
Clo. How now? canst stand?

Peering in April's front. This your sheep. Aut. Softly, dear Sir; [Picks his pocket.! And you the queen on't.

Is as a meeting of the petty gods, (shearing good Sir, softly: you ha' done me a charitable office.

Per. Sir, my gracious lord, Clo. Dost lack any money? I have a little o, pardon, that I name them: your bigh self,

To chide at your extremes, f it not becomes me; money for thee. Aut. No, good sweet Sir; no, I beseech you,

The gracious mark** o'the land, you have ob

scur'd * Picking pockets.

With a swain's wearing; and me, poor lowly + Every eleven sheep will produce a tod or 28 pounds of

maid, 1 Circular pieces of base metal anciently used by the The machine used in the game of pigeon-holes. illiterate to adjust their reckonings.

+ Sojourn. 1 Puppet-show, Singers of catches in three parts. 1 Tenors. 9 A species of pears.

of you

wool

** Object of all men's notice.

I lake hold of

Thief 1 Excesses.

season

Most goddess-like prank'dup: But that our | These unknown friends to us welcome: for it is feasts

A way to make us better friends, more known. In every mess have folly, and the feeders Come, quench your blushes; and present your Digest it with a custom, I should blush

self

[or To see you so attired; sworn, I think, That which you are mistress o'the feast: Con. To show myself a glass.

And bid us welcome to your sheep-shearing, Flo. I bless the time,

As your good flocķ shall prosper. When my good falcon made her flight across Per. Welcome, Sir!

[To Pol. Thy father's ground.

It is my father's will, I should take on me Per. Now Jove afford you cause !

The hostesship o’the day :-You're welcome, To me, the differencet forges dread; your

Sir!

[To CAMILLO, greatness

[ble Give me those flowers there, Dorcas.-ReveHath not been us'd to fear. Even now I trem

rend Sirs, To think, your father, by some accident, (fates! For you there's rosemary, and rue; these keep Should pass this way, as you did : 0, the Seeming, and savour,* all the winter long : How would he look, to see his work, so noble, Grace, and remembrance, be to you both, Vilely bound up? What would he say? Or And welcome to our shearing ! how

Pol. Shepherdess, Should I, in these my borrow'd flaunts, behold (A fair one are you,) well you fit our ages The sternness of his presence?

With flowers of winter. Flo. Apprebend

Per. Sir, the year growing ancient,Nothing but jollity. The gods themselves, Not yet on summer's death, nor on the birth Humbling their deities to love, have taken Of trembling winter,-the fairest flowers o'the The shapes of beasts upon them: Jupiter Became a bull, and bellow'd; the green Nep- Are our carnations, and streak'd gillyflowers, tune

Which some call nature's bastards: of that A ram, and bleated; and the fire-rob'd god,

kind Golden Apollo, a poor humble swain,

Our rustic garden's barren; and I care not As I seem now: Their transformations

To get slips of them.
Were never for a piece of beauty rarer; Pol. Wherefore, gentle maiden,
Nor in a way so chaste: since my desires Do you neglect them?
Run not before mine honour; nor my lusts Per. Fort I have heard it said,
Burn hotter than my faith..

There is an art, which, in their piedness, shares Pre O but, dear Sir,

With great creating nature. Your serolution cannot hold, when 'tis

Pol. Say, there be; Oppos'd, as it must be, by the power o'the Yet nature is made better by no mean, One of these two must be necessities, (king: But nature makes that mean: so, u'er that art, Which then will speak; that you must change Which, you say, adds to pature, is an art this purpose,

That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we Or I my life.

A gentler scion to the wildest stock; (marry Flo. Thou dearest Perdita, [ken not And make conceive a bark of baser kind With these forc'd thoughts, I pr’ythee, dar- By bud of nobler race; This is an art The mirth o'the feast: Or I'll be thine, my fair, Which does mend nature,-change it rather: Or not my father's: for I cannot be

The art itself is nature.

[but Mine own, nor any thing to any, if

Per. So it is. I be not thine: to this I am most constant, Pol. Then make your garden rich in gillyThough destiny say, no. Be merry, gentle; And do not call them bastards. (flowers, Strangle such thoughts as these, with any thing Per. I'll not put That you behold the while. Your guests are The dibblet in earth to set one slip of them: coming:

No more than, were I painted, I would wish Lift up your countenance; as it were the day This youth should say, 'twere well; and only 'Of celebration of that nuptial, which

therefore We two have sworn shall come.

Desire to breed by me.—Here's flowers for you; Per. O lady fortune,

Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram; Stand you auspicious !

The marigold, that goes to bed with the sun, Enter SHEPHERD, with POLIXenes and Camil: Of middle summer, and, I think, they are

And with him rises weeping; these are flowers Lo, disguised; Clown, Mopsa, Dorcas, and

given others.

To men of middle age: You are very welcome. Flo. See, your guests approach :

Cam. I should leave grazing, were I of your Address yourself to entertain them sprightly, And only live by gazing.

(flock, And let's be red with mirth.

Per. Out, alas! Shep. Fie, daughter! when my old wife livd, You'd be so lean, that blasts of January upon

Would blow you through and through. Now, This day, she was both pantler, butler, cook; my fairest friend,

[might Both dame and servant: welcom'd all; serv'd I would, 1 had some flowers o'the spring, that all:

[here, Become your time of day; and yours, and Would sing her song, and dance her turn: now

yours; At upper end o'the table, now, i'the middle; That wear upon your virgin branches yet On his shoulder, and his: her face o'fire [it, Your maidenbeads growing :-O Proserpina, With labour; and the thing, she took to quench For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st She would to each one sip: You are retir'd, From Dis's waggon! daffodils,

(fall As if you were a feasted one, and not

That come before the swallow dares, and take The hostess of the meeting: Pray you, bid

The winds of March with beauty ; violets, dim,

* Dressed with ostentation

t1.e. Of station.

* Likeness and smell.
I A tool to set plants.

+ Because that

Pluto.

But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Upon the water, as he'll stand, and read,
Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, As 'twere, my daughter's eyes : and, to be
That die unmarried, ere they can behold

plain,
Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady I think, there is not half a kiss to choose,
Most incident to maids ; bold oxlips, and Who loves another best.
The crown-imperial; lilies of all kinds,

Pol. She dances featly.*
The flower-de-Ince being one! 0, these I lack, Shep. So she does any thing; though I re-
To make you garlands of; and, my sweet

port it, To strew him o'er and o'er.

[friend, That should be silent: if young Doricles Flo. What? like a corse?

Do light upon her, she shall bring him that Per. No, like a bank, for love to lie and play which he not dreams of. on;

Enter a SERVANT.
Not like a corse : or if,—not to be buried,
But quick* and in mine arms. Come, take

Serv. O master, if you did but hear the pedlar your flowers :

at the door, you would never dance again after Methinks, I play as I have seen them do

a tabor and pipe ; no, the bagpipe could not In Whitsun' pastorals : sure, this robe of mine move you : he sings severai tunes, faster than Does change my disposition.

you'll tell money; he utters them as he had Flo. What you do,

eaten ballads, and all men's ears grew to their Still betters what is done. When you speak,

tunes. sweet,

Clo. He could never come better : he shall I'd have you do it ever: when you sing,

come in: I love a ballad but even too well; if I'd have you buy and sell so; so give alms;

it be doleful matter, merrily set down, or a Pray so; and, for the ordering your affairs,

very pleasant thing indeed, and sung lamenTo sing them too: When you do dance, I wish tably. you

Serv. He hath songs, for man, or woman, of A wave o'the sea, that you might ever do

all sizes; no milliner can so fit his customers Nothing but that; move still, still so, and own

with gloves : he has the prettiest love-songs No other function: Each your doing,

for maids; so without bawdry, which is strange; So singular in each particular, [deeds, with such delicate burdens of dildos and fad Crowns what you are doing in the present ings; jump her und thump her; and where some That all your acts are queens.

stretch-mouth'd rascal would, as it were, mean Per. O Doricles,

mischief, and break a foul gap into the matter, Your praises are too large: but that your youth, he makes the maid to answer, Whoop, do me And the true blood, which fairly peeps through no harm, good man; puts him off, slights him, it,

with Whoop, do me no harm, good man. Do plainly give you out an unstain'd shepherd;

Pol. This is a brave fellow. With wisdom I might fear, my Doricles,

Clo. Believe me, thou talkest of an admir. You woo'd me the false way.

able conceited fellow. Has he any unbraided Flo. I think, you have

wares ?t As little skill to fear, as I have purpose

Serv. He hath ribands of all the colours i'the To put you to't.—But, come; our dance, I rainbow; points, more than all the lawyers in pray:

Bohemia can learnedly handle, though they Your hand, 'my Perdita : so turtles pair, come to him by the gross; inkles, caddisses,j That never mean to part.

cambrics, lawns: why, he sings them over, as Per. I'n swear for 'em.

they were gods or goddesses; you would think, Pol. This is the prettiest low-born lass, that a smock were a she-angel; he so chants to the

sleeve-hand, and the work about the square Ran on the green-sward :t nothing she does, on't. or seems,

Clo. Pr’ythee, bring him in; and let him apBut-smacks of something greater than herself; proach singing. Too noble for this place.

Per. Forewarn him, that he use no scurrilous Cam. He tells her something,

words in his tunes. That makes her blood look out: Good sooth, Clo. You have of these pedlars, that have The queen of curds and cream. (she is more in 'em than you'd think, sister. Clo. Come on, strike up.

Per. Ay, good brother, or go about to think. Dor. Mopsa must be your mistress : marry,

Enter AUTOLYCUS, singing. garlic, To mend her kissing with.

Lawn, as white as driven snow ; Mop. Now, in good time!

Cyprus, black as e'er was crow; Clo. Not a word, a word; we stand upon

Glores, as sweet as damask roses ; our manners.

Masks for faces, and for noses ; Come, strike up.

[Music. Bugle brucelet, necklace-umber, Here a dance of Shepherds and SHEPHERDESSES.

Perfume for a lady's chamber :

Golden quoifs, und stomachers, Pol. Pray, good shepherd, what

For my lads to give my dears ; Fair swain is this, which dances with your

Pins and poking-sticks of steel, daughter ?

What maids lack from head to heel : Shep. They call him Doricles, and he boasts

Come, buy of me, come ; come buy, come buy; himself

Buy, lads, or else your lusses cry;
To have a worthy feeding :t but I have it

Come, buy, &c.
Upon his own report, and I believe it;
He looks like sooth :5 He says, he loves my

Clo. If I were not in love with Mopsa, thou daughter;

* Neatly. + Plain goods. Worsted galloon. I think so too ; for never gaz’d the moon

A kind of tape.

ever

! The cuffs. * Living.

Green turf,

** Amber of which necklaces were made fit to perfume 1 A valuable tract of pasturage. Truth.

a lady's chamber.

The work about the bosom.

should'st take no money of me; but being en- D. Whither? M. O, whither? D. Whither?
thrall'd as I am, it will also be the bondage of M. It becomes thy oath full well,
certain ribands and gloves.

Thou to me thy secrets tell:
Mop. I was promised them against the feast; D. Me too, let me go thither.
but they come not too late now.
Dor. He hath promised you more than that,

M. Or thou go'st to the grange, or mill: or there be liars.

D. If to either, thou dost ill. Mop. He hath paid you all he promised you;

A. Neither. 'D. What, neither? A. Neither.

D. Thou hust sworn my love to be; may be, he has paid you more; which wilí

M. Thou hast sicorn it more to me: shame you to give him again. Clo. Is there no manners left among maids ?

Then, whither go'st? say, whither? will they wear their plackets, where they

Clo. We'll have this song out anon by our. should bear their faces? Is there not milking- selves; My father and the gentleman are in time, when you are going to bed, or kiln-hole,

sad* talk, and we'll not trouble them: Come, to whistle off these secrets; but you must be bring away thy pack after me. Wenches, l'ií tittle-tattling before all our guests ? "Tis well buy for you both :-Pedler, let's have the first they are whispering: Clamour your tongues,

choice. Follow me, girls. and not a word more.

Aut. And you shall pay well for 'em. [Aside. Mop. I have done. Come, you promised me Will you buy any tape, a tawdry lace, and a pair of sweet gloves.

Or luce for your cape, Clo. Have I told thee, how I was cozened

My dainty duck, my dear-a? by the way, and lost all my money?

Any silk, any thread, Aut. And, indeed, Sir, there are cozeners abroad; therefore it behoves men to be wary.

Any toys for your head,

Of the new'st, and fin'st, fin'st wear-a? Clo. Fear not thou, man, thou shalt lose no- Come to the pedler ; thing here.

Money's a medler, Aut. I hope so, Sir; for I have about me That doth uttert all men's ware-a. many parcels of charge.

(Exeunt CLOWN, AUTOLYCUS, Dorcas, Clo. What hast here ? ballads ?

and Mopsa. Mop. Pray now, buy some: I love a ballad in print, a'-life; for then we are sure they are

Enter a SERVANT. true.

Serv. Master, there is three carters, three Aut. Here's one to a very doleful tune, How shepherds, three neat-herds, three swine-herds, a usurer's wife was brought to bed of twenty that have made themselves all men of hair ; money bags at a burden; and how she longed they call themselves saltiers :g and they have a to eat adders' heads, and toads carbonadoed. dance which the wenches say is gallimaufry|| Mop. Is it true, think you ?

of gambols, because they are not in't; but they Aut. Very true; and but a month old. themselves are o'the mind, (if it be not too Dor. Bless me from marrying a usurer! rough for some, that know little but bowling,)

Aut. Here's the midwite's name to't, one it will please plentifully. mistress Taleporter; and five or six honest Shep. Away! we'll none on't; here has been wives' that were present: Why should I carry too much humble foolery already:-I know, lies abroad?

Sir, we weary you. Mop. 'Pray you now, buy it.

Pol. You weary those that refresh us: Pray, Clo. Come on, lay it by: And let's first see let's see these four threes of herdsmen. more ballads; we'll buy the other things anon. Serv. One three of them, by their own re

Aut. Here's another ballad, of a fish, that port, Sir, hath danced before the king; and appeared upon the coast, on Wednesday the not the worst of the three, but jumps twelve fourscore of April, forty thousand fathom foot and a half by the squire. [ above water, and sung this ballad against the Shep. Leave your prating; since these good hard hearts of maids : It was thought she was men are pleased, let them come in ; but quicka woman, and was turned into a cold fish, for ly now. she would not exchange flesh with one that Serv. Why, they stay at door, Sir. [Exit. loved her: The ballad is very pitiful, and as

Re-enter SERVANT, with twelve Rustics habited true. Dor. It is true too, think you?

like Satyrs. They dance, and then ereunt. Aut. Five justices' hands at it; and witnes- Pol. O, father, you'll know more of that ses, more than my pack will hold.

hereafter.

[them.Clo. Lay it by too: Another.

Is it not too far gone ?--'Tis time to part Aut. This is a merry ballad; but a very pretty He's simple, and tells much. [Aside.]-How

now, fair shepherd ? Mop. Let's have some merry ones.

Your heart is full of something, that does take Aut. Why this is a passing merry one; and Your mind from feasting. Sooth, when I was goes to the tune of, Two maids wooing a man:

young, there's scarce a maid westward, but she sings And handed love, as you do, I was wont it; 'tis in request, I can tell you.

To load my she with knacks: I would have Mop. We can both sing it; if thou'lt bear a

ransack'd

[it part, thou shalt hear; 'tis in three parts.

The pedler's silken treasury, and have pour'd Dor, We had the tune on't a month ago. To her acceptance; you have let him go, Aut. I can bear my part; you must know, And nothing marted** with him: if your lass 'tis my occupation; have at it with you. Interpretation should abuse; and call this Song.

Your lack of love, or bounty: you were strait

For a reply, at least, if you make a care (edit
A. Get you hence, for I must go;

Of happy holding her.
Where, it fits not you to know.

* Serious.

+ Vend. * Fire-place for drying malt; still a noted gossiping Dressed themselves in habits imitating hair. place. Ring.a dumb peal. Satyrs. Il Medley

Foot Rule * A lace to wear about the head or waist.

** Bought, trafficked.

# Put to dirticulties,

one.

never

Fb. Old Sir, I know

But, for some other reasons, my grave Sir, She prizes not such trifles as these are: Which 'tis not fit you know, I not acquaint The gifts, she looks from me, are pack'd and My father of this business. lock'd

Pol. Let him know't. Up in my heart; which I have given already, Flo. He shall not. But not deliver'd.-0, hear my breath my life Pol. Pr’ythee, let him. Before this ancient Sir, who, it should seem, Flo. No, he must not. Hath sometime lov'd: I take thy hand; this Shep. Let him, my son; he shall not need to hand, At knowing of thy choicé.

[grieve As soft as dove's down, and as white as it; Flo. Come, come he must not: Or Ethiopian's tooth, or the fann'd snow, Mark our contract. That's bolted* by the northern blasts twice o'er. Pol. Mark your divorce, young Sir, Pol. What follows this ?

(Discovering himself. How prettily the young swain seems to wash Whom son I dare not call; thou art too base The hand, was fair before!- I have put you To be acknowledg'd: Thou a sceptre's heir, But to your protestation ; let me hear (out:- That thus affect'st a sheep-hook!—Thou old What you profess.

traitor, Flo. Do, and be witness to't.

I am sorry, that, by hanging thee, I can but Pol. And this my neighbour too ?

Shorten thy life one week. -And thou, fresh Flo. And he, and more

piece

[know Than he, and men; the earth, the heavens, of excellent witchcraft; who, of force, must and all :

(narch, The royal fool thou cop'st with ;That,-were I crown’d the most imperial mo- Shep. O, my heart ! Thereof most worthy; were I the fairest youth Pol. I'll have thy beauty scratch'd with That ever made eye swerve; had force, and

briers, and made

[boy, knowledge,

{them, More homely than thy state. For thee, fond More than was ever man's,–I would not prize If I may ever know, thou dost but sigh, Without her love: for her, employ them all; That thou no more shalt see this knack, (as Commend them, and condemn them, to her

[sion; Or to their own perdition.

(service, I mean thou shalt,) we'll bar thee from succesPol. Fairly offer'd.

Not hold thee of our blood, no not our kin. Cum. This shows a sound affection.

Fare than Deucalion off':-Mark thou my Shep. But, my daughter,

words;

(time, Say you the like to him ?

Follow us to the court.-Thou churl, for this Per. I cannot speak

Though full of our displeasure, yet we free thee So well, nothing so well; no, nor mean better: From the dead blow of it.-And you, enchantBy the pattern of mine own thoughts I cut out

ment, The purity of his.

Worthy enough a herdsman; yea, him too, Shep. Take bands, a bargain; [to't: That makes himself, but for our honour therein, And, friends unknown, you shall bear wiiness Unworthy thee,-it'ever, henceforth, thou I give my daughter to him, and will make These rural latchest to his entrance open, Her portion equal his.

Or hoop his body more with thy embraces, Flo. O, that must be

I will devise a death as cruel for thee, I'the virtue of your daughter: one being dead, As thou art tender to't.

[Exit. I shall have more than you can dream of yet; Per. Even here undone ! Enough then for your wonder: But, come on, I was not much afeard : for once, or twice, Contract us 'fore these witnesses.

I was about to speak; and tell him plainly, Shep. Come, your hand;

The selfsame sun, that shines upon his court, And, daughter, yours.

Hides not his visage from our cottage, but Pol. Soit, swain, awhile, 'beseech you ; Looks on alike.-Will't please you, Sir, be Have you a father?

gone?

[To FLORIZEL. Flo. I have: But what of him?

I told you, what would come of this: 'Beseech Pol. Knows he of this?

yon,

(mine, Flo. He neither does, nor shall.

Of your own state take care: this dream of Pol. Methinks, a father

Being now awake, I'll queen it no inch further, Is, at the nuptial of his son, a guest

But milk my ewes, and weep.
That best becomes the table. Pray you, once Cam. Why, how now, father?
Is not your father grown incapable (more; Speak, ere thou diest.
Of reasonable affairs? Is he not stupid

Shep. I cannot speak, nor think, With age, and altering rheums? Can he speak? Nor dare to know that which I know.-0, Sir, hear?

[To FLORIZEL. Know man from man? dispute his own estate?! You have undone a man of fourscore three, Lies he not bed-rid? and again does nothing, That thought to fill his grave in quiet; yea, But what he did being childish ?

To die upon the bed my father died, Flo. No, good Sir;

To lie close by his honest bones : but now He has his health, and ampler strength, in. Some hangman must put on my shroud, and Than most have of his age.

[deed,

lay me Pol. By my white beard,

Where no priest shovels in dust.–O cursed You offer him, if this be so, a wrong

wretch!

[To PERDITA. Something unfilial: Reason, my son [son, That knew'st this was the prince, and would'st Should choose bimself a wife; but as good rea

adventure The father, (all whose joy is nothing else To mingle faith with him.-Undone! undone! But fair posterity,) should hold some counsel If I might die within this hour, I have liv'd In such a business.

To die when I desire,

(Exil. Flo. I yield all this ;

Flo. Why look you so upon me ? * The sieve used to separate flour from bran is called a bolting cloth. + Talk over his affairs.

Further.

+ Doors.

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