The flower-de-lis being one! O, these I lack,
To make you garlands of; and, my sweet friend,

To ftrow him o'er and o'er.

Fla. What? like a corfe?

Pol. She dances featly.

Shep. So the does any thing; though I report it, That should be filent: if young Doricles

Do light upon her, fhe fhall bring him that

Per. No, like a bank, for love to lie and play on; Which he not dreams of. Not like a corfe: or if,-not to be buried,

But quick, and in mine arms. Come, take your
flowers:

Methinks, I play as I have feen them do
In Whitfun' paftorals: fure, this robe of mine
Does change my difpofition.

Flo. What you do,

Still betters what is done. When you speak, fweet,
I'd have you do it ever : when you fing,
I'd have you buy and fell fo; fo give alms;
Pray fo: and, for the ordering your affairs,
To fing them too: When you do dance, I wish you
A wave of the fea, that you might ever do
Nothing but that; move ftill, ftill fo,
And own no other function: Each your doing,
So fingular in each particular,

Crowns what you are doing in the prefent deeds,
That all your acts are queens.

Per. O Doricles,

Your praifes are too large: but that your youth,
And the true blood, which peeps fairly through it,
Do plainly give you out an unftain'd fhepherd;
With wifdom I might fear, my Doricles,
You woo'd me the falfe way.

Fla. I think you have

As little fkill to fear, as I have purpose

Enter a Servant.

Ser. O master, if you did but hear the pedler at the door, you would never dance again after a tabor and pipe; no, the bag-pipe could not move you: he fings feveral tunes, fafter than you'll tell money; he utters them as he had eaten ballads, and all men's ears grew to his tunes.

Clo. He could never come better; he shall come in: I love a ballad but even too well; if it be doleful matter, merrily fet down, or a very pleafant thing indeed, and fung lamentably.

Ser. He hath fongs, for man, or woman, of all fizes; no milliner can fo fit his cuftomers with gloves: he has the prettieft love-fongs for maids; fo without bawdry, which is ftrange; with fuch delicate burdens of dit-do's and fadings: jump her and thump her; and where fome stretch-mouth'd rafcal would, as it were, mean mifchief, and break a foul gap into the matter, he makes the maid to anfwer, Whoop, da me no harm, good man; puts him off, flights him, with Whoop, do me no barm, goed

man.

Pol. This is a brave fellow.

Cla. Believe me, thou talkeft of an admirableconceited fellow. Has he any unbraided 4 wares? Ser. He hath ribbons of all the colours i' the rain

To put you to't. But, come; our dance, I pray: bow; points, more than all the lawyers in Bohemia Your hand, my Perdita: fo turtles pair,

That never mean to part.

Per. I'll fwear for 'em.

can learnedly handle, though they come to him by the grofs; inkles, caddiffes 5, cambricks, lawns: why, he fings them over, 'as they were gods or goddeffes: you would think, a fmock were a fhe

Pol. This is the prettiest low-born lafs, that ever Ran on the green-fward: nothing she does, or feems,angel; he fo chants to the fleeve-hand, and the

But fmacks of fomething greater than herself;
Too noble for this place.

Cam. He tells her fomething,

That makes her blood look out: Good footh, fhe is
The queen of curds and cream.

Clo. Come on, strike up.

Der. Mopfa must be your mistress: marry, garlick,

To mend her kiffing with.

Mop. Now, in good time!

[manners.

Cla. Not a word, a word; we ftand upon our
Come, ftrike up.

Here a Dance of Shepherds and Shepherdeles.
Pol. Pray, good thepherd, what

Fair fwain is this, which dances with your daughter?
Shep. They call him Doricles; and he boasts him-
To have a worthy feeding 2: but I have it [felf
Upon his own report, and I believe it;

He looks like footh 3: He fays, he loves my daughter;
I think fo too; for never gaz'd the moon
Upon the water, as he'll ftand, and read,

As 'twere, my daughter's eyes: and, to be plain,
I think, there is not half a kifs to chufe,
Who loves another beft.

work about the fquare on 't 6.

Clo. Prythee, bring him in; and let him approach finging.

Per. Forewarn him, that he ufe no fcurrilous words in his tunes.

Clo. You have of thefe pedlers, that have more in 'em than you'd think, fifter.

Per. Ay, good brother, or go about to think.
Enter Autolycus, finging.

Lawn, as white as driven fnow;
Cyprus, black as e'er was crow;
Gloves, as s fweet as damask rofes;
Majks for faces, and for nofes;
Bugle bracelet, neck-lase amber;
Perfume for a lady's chamber;
Golden quoifs, and ftomachers,
my lads to give their dears;
Pins, and poking-fticks of Steel 7,
What maids lack from head to heel:
Come, buy of me, come: come buy, come buy ;
Buy, lads, or elfe your lasses cry:
Come buy, &c.

For

I That is, reafon. i. e. a confiderable tract of pafturage. 3 i. e. truth. 4 i. e. undamaged. Mr. Steevens conjectures caddis to mean ferret. The work about the fquare on't probably fignifies the work or embroidery about the bofom part of a fhift, which might then have been of a fquare form, or might have a fquare tucker. 6 Thele poking-flicks were heated in the fire, and made ufe of to adjust the plaits of ruffs.

Cl

Clo. If I were not in love with Mopfa, thou fhould't take no money of me; but being enthrall'd as I am, it will also be the bondage of certain rib-to bons and gloves.

Mop. I was promis'd them against the feaft; but they come not too late now.

Dor. He hath promis'd you more than that, or there be liars.

Mop. He hath paid you all he promis'd you:. may be, he has paid you more; which will fhame you to give him again.

Clo. Is there no manners left among maids? will they wear their plackets, where they fhould bear their faces? Is there not milking-time, when you are going to bed, or kill-hole, to whiftle off these secrets; but you must be tittle-tattling before all our guefts? 'Tis well they are whispering: Clamour I your tongues, and not a word more.

Mop. I have done. Come, you promis'd me a tawdry lace, and a pair of fweet gloves 2.

Clo. Have I not told thee, how I was cozen'd by

the way, and loft all my money?

Aut. And, indeed, fir, there are cozeners abroad; therefore it behoves men to be wary.

Mop. Let's have fome merry ones.

Aut. Why, this is a paffing merry one; and goes the tune of, Two maids wooing a man: there's fcarce a maid weftward, but the fings it; 'tis in request, I can tell you.

Mop. We can both fing it; if thou'lt bear a part, thou shalt hear; 'tis in three parts.

Dor. We had the tune on't a month ago.
Aut. I can bear my part; you must know, 'tis
my occupation: have at it with you.
S 0 N G.

A. Get you bence, for I must go;
Where, it fits not you to know.

D. Whither M. O, whither? Whither?
M. It becomes thy oath full well,
Thou to me thy fecrets tell:
D. Me too, let me
go thither.
M. Or thou got to the
grange, or mill:
D. If to either, thou doft ill.

A. Neither. D. What, neither? A. Neither.
D. Thou haft fworn my love to be;
M. Thou haft fworn it more to me:

Then, whither go'ft? say, whitber?

Cla. We'll have this fong out anon by ourselves:

Clo. Fear not thou, man, thou shalt lofe nothing My father and the gentlemen are in fad 4 talk, and here. we'll not trouble them: come, bring away thy Aut. I hope fo, fir; for I have about me many pack after me. Wenches, I'll buy for you both; parcels of charge. -Pedler, let's have the first choice.-Follow me,

Clo. What haft here? ballads?

Mop Pray now, buy fome: I love a ballad in print, a'-life 3; for then we are fure they are true.

Aut. Here's one, to a very doleful tune, How an ufurer's wife was brought to bed with twenty money-bags at a burden; and how the long'd to eat adders' heads, and toads carbonado`d.

Mop. Is it true, think you?

Aut. Very true; and but a month old. Dor. Blets me from marrying a usurer! Aut. Here's the midwife's name to 't, one miftrefs Taleporter; and five or fix honeft wives' that were prefent: Why should I carry lies abroad? Mop. Pray you now, buy it.

Clo. Come on, lay it by: And let's firft fee more herds, three neat-herds, three fwine-Lerds, that Ballads; we'll buy the other things anon. have made themselves all men of hair; they call

Aut. Here's another ballad, Of a fish, that ap-themfelves, faltiers and they have a dance, which pear'd upon the coaft, on Wednesday the fourfcore the wenches fay is a gallimaufry of gambols, becaufe of April, forty thoufand fathom above water, and they are not in't; but they themselves are o'the Yung this ballad against the hard hearts of maids : mind, (if it be not too rough for fome, that know it was thought, she was a woman, and was turn'd little but bowling) it will pleate plentifully. into a cold fish, for fhe would not exchange flesh Shep. Away! we'll none on 't; here has been too with one that lov'd her: The ballad is very piti-much homely foolery already :-I know, fir, we ful, and as true.

Dor. Is it true too, think you?

weary you.

Pol. You weary thofe that refresh us: Pray, let's Aut. Five juftices' hands at it; and witneffes, fee these four threes of herdsmen.

more than my pack will hold.

Clo. Lay it by too: Another.

Ser. One three of them, by their own report, fir, hath danc'd before the king; and not the werft Aut. This is a merry ballad; but a very pretty of the three, but jumps twelve foot and a half by the fquare.

one.

When bells are at the height, in order to cease them, the repetition of the ftrokes becomes much quicker than before; this is called clamouring them. Sweet, or perfumed gloves, were very fashionable in the age of Elizabeth, and long afterwards. Tawdry laces were worn about the ladies heeds, necks, and waits. 3 i. c. at lite. 4 i. e. ferious. 5 i. e bring out, or produce. of hair, are hairy men, or fatyrs. A dance of fatyrs was no unufual entertainment in thofe times.

Shep.

Step. Leave your prating; fince these good men are pleas'd, let them come in; but quickly now. Ser. Why, they ftay at door, fir.

Here a dance of twelve Satyrs.

Pol. [Afide.] O, father, you'll know more of

that hereafter.

Is it not too far gone?-'Tis time to part them.-
He's fimple, and tells much.-How now, fair

Thepherd ?

Your heart is full of fomething, that doth take
Your mind from feasting. Sooth, when I was young,
And handed love, as you do, I was wont
To load my fhe with knacks: I would have ranfack'd
The pedler's filken treasury, and have pour'd it
To her acceptance; you have let him go,
And nothing marted with him: If your lafs
Interpretation should abuse; and call this,
Your lack of love, or bounty; you were straited
For a reply, at least, if you make a care
Of happy holding her.

Fis. Old fir, I know,

She prizes not fuch trifles as these are :

The gifts, the looks from me, are pack'd, and lock'd,
Up in my heart; which I have given already,
But not deliver'd.-O, hear me breathe my life
Before this ancient fir, who, it should feem,
Hath fometime lov'd: I take thy hand; this hand,
As foft as dove's down, and as white as it;
Or Ethiopian's tooth, or the fann'd fnow,
That's bolted by the northern blafts twice o'er.
Pol. What follows this?-

How prettily the young fwain feems to wash

The hand, was fair before !-I have put you out :

But, to your proteftation; let me hear

What you profefs.

Fi. Do, and be witnefs to't.

Pol. And this my neighbour too?

Fla. And he, and more

Shep. Let him, my fon; he shall not need to grieve
At knowing of thy choice.

Flo. Come, come, he muft not :-
Mark our contract.

Pol. Mark your divorce, young fir,

Than he, and men; the earth, the heavens, and all: [Defcovering himself. That, were I crown'd the most imperial monarch, Whom fon I dare not call; thou art too baie Thereof molt worthy; were I the fairest youth To be acknowledg'd: Thou a fcepter's heir, That ever made eye iwerve; had force, and know-That thus affect'ft afheep-hook!--Thou old traytor, ledge, [them, I am forry, that, by hanging thee, I can but More than was ever man's,-I would not prize Shorten thy life one week.-And thou, fresh piece Without her love: for her, employ them all; Of excellent witchcraft; who, of force, must know Commend them, and condemn them, to her fervice, The royal fool thou cop'ft with ;

Or to their own perdition.

Pol. Fairly offer'd.

Cam. This thews a found affection.

Shep. But my daughter,

Say you the like to him?

Per. I cannot speak

So well, nothing fo well; no, nor mean better:
By the pattern of mine own thoughts I cut out
The purity of his.

Shep. Take hands, a bargain;

Shep. O, my heart!

[made

Pal. I'll have thy beauty fcratch'd with briars,and
More homely than thy ftate.-For thee, fond boy,-
If I may ever know, thou doft but figh, [never
That thou no more fhalt never fee this knack, (as
I mean thou fhalt) we'll bar thee from fucceffion;
Not hold thee of our blood, no not our kin,
Far than Deucalion off: Mark thou my words;
Follow us to the court.-Thou churl, for this time,
Though full of our difpleasure, yet we free thee

And, friends unknown, you thall bear, witnefs to't: From the dead blow of it.-And you, enchant

I give my daughter to him, and will make

Her portion equal his.

F.. O, that must be

I the virtue of your daughter: one being dead,
I fhall have more than you can dream of yet;
Enough then for your wonder: But, come on,
Contract us 'fore thefe witneffes.

Step. Come, your hand;

ment,

Worthy enough a herdiman; yea, him too,
That makes himself, but for our honour therein,
Unworthy thee, if ever, henceforth, thou
These rural latches to his entrance open,
Or hoop his body more with thy embraces,
I will devife a death as cruel for thee,
As thou art tender to it.

[Exit

Per.

Per. Even here undone !

I was not much afeard: for once, or twice,
I was about to speak; and tell him plainly,
The felf-fame fun, that fhines upon his court,
Hides not his vifage from our cottage, but
Looks on alike.-Wilt please you, fir, be gone?
[To Florizel.

To this my fair belov'd: Therefore, I pray you,
As you have ever been my father's friend,
When he fhall mifs me, (as, in faith I mean not
To fee him any more) caft your good counfels
Upon his pathion; Let myfelf, and fortune,
Tug for the time to come. This you may know,
And fo deliver,—I am put to fea
With her, whom here I cannot hold on fhore;

I told you, what would come of this: 'Befeech you,
Of your own ftate take care: this dream of mine,-And, moit opportune to our need, 1 have

Being now awake, I'll queen it no inch farther,

But milk my ewes, and weep.

Cam. Why, how now, father?

Speak, ere thou diest.

Shep. I cannot speak, nor think,

Nor dare to know that which I know.-O, fir,

[To Florizel.
You have undone a man of fourfcore three,
That thought to fill his grave in quiet; yea,
To die upon the bed my father dy'd,
To lie close by his honest bones: but now
Some hangman muft put on my throwd, and lay me
Where no priest shovels-in duft.-O curfed wretch!
[To Pdita
That knew'ft this was the prince, and woudit
adventure

To mingle faith with him.-Undone undone !
If I might die within this hour, I have liv'd
To die when I defire.

Flo. Why look you so upon me?

[Exit,

I am but forry, not afeard; delay'd,
But nothing alter'd: What I was, I am :
More ftraining on, for plucking back; not following|
My leath unwillingly.

Cam. Gracious my lord,

You know your father's temper: at this time
He will allow no fpeech,-which, I do guefs,
You do not purpose to him ;--and as hardly
Will he endure your fight as yet, I fear:
Then, 'till the fury of his highness fettle,
Come not before him.

Flo. I not purpose it.

I think, Camillo.

Cam. Even he, my lord.

A veffel rides faft by, but not prepar'd

For this defign. What courfe I mean to hold,
Shall nothing benefit your knowledge, nor
Concern me the reporting.

Cam. O my lord,

I would your fpirit were easier for advice,
Or ftronger for your need.

Flo. Hark, Perdita.-
I'll hear you by and by.

[To Camille.

Cam. [Afide.] He's irremoveable,
Refolv'd for flight: Now were I happy, if
His going I could frame to ferve my turn;
Save him from danger, do him love and honour;
Purchase the fight again of dear Sicilia,
And that unhappy king, my mafter, whom
I fo much thirit to fee.

Flo. Now, good Camillo,

I am fo fraught with curious bufinefs, that
I leave out ceremony.

Cam. Sir, I think,

You have heard of my poor fervices, i' the love
That I have borne your father?

Flo. Very nobly

Have you deferv'd: it is my father's musick,
To fpeak your deeds; not little of his care
To have them recompenf'd as thought on
Cam. Well, my lord,

If you may pleafe to think I love the king;
And, through him, what is neareft to him, which is
Your gracious felf; embrace but my direction,
(If your more ponderous and fettled project
May fuffer alteration) on mine honour,

I'll point you where you fhall have fuch re-
ceiving

Per. How often have I told you, 'twould be thus? As fhall become your highnefs; where you may

How often faid, my dignity would lait

But 'till 'twere known?

Flo. It cannot fail, but by

The violation of my faith; And then

Let nature cruh the fides o' the earth together,
And mar the feeds within!-Lift up thy looks
From my fuccellion wipe me, father! I
Am heir to my affection.

Cam. Be advis'd.

Enjoy your miftrefs; from the whom, I fee, There's no disjunction to be made, but by (As heavens forefend!) your ruin: Marry her; And (with my best endeavours in your abfence) Your difcontenting father I'll strive to qualify, :-And bring him up to liking.

Flo. I am; and by my fancy 2: if my reafon
Will ther to be obed ent, I have reafon;
If not, my femies, butter pleas'd with madnefs,
Do bid it welcome.

Cam. This is defperate, fir.

Flo. So call it: but it does fulfil my vow;
I needs muft think it honesty. Camille,
Not for Bohemia, nor the pomp that may
Be thereat glean'd; for all the fun fees, or
The clote earth wombs, or the profound fea hides
In unknown fathome, will I break my oth

This follows, if you will not change your purpose,
But undergo this flight;-Make for Sicilia;

I This part of the priest's office was not left off till the reign of Edward VI. 2 i. c. love.

And

And there prefent yourself, and your fair princefs, That you may know you fhall not want,--one (For fo, I fee, fhe muft be) 'fore Leontes; She fhall be habited, as it becomes

The council-days, in our author's time, were called, in common fpeech, the fittings. fubdue or overcome. 3 A pomander was a little b1 made of perfomes, and worn in the poker, or about the neck, to prevent infection in times of pl gu 4 Placket is properly the opening in a woman's petticoat, 5 i, e. fome profit, fomething over and above.

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