whom I was going; I fhall there have Mony, or any thr I want: Offer me no Mony, I pray you, that kills Heart. Clo. What manner of Fellow was he that robt you? Aut. A Fellow, Sir, that I have known to go abo with Trol-my-dames: I knew him once. a Servard of the Prince; I cannot tell, good Sir, for which of Virtues it was, but he was certainly Whip'd out of th Court. Clo. His Vices you would fay; there's no Virtue whic out of the Court; they cherish it to make it stay ther and yet it will no more but abide. Aut. Vices I would fay, Sir. I know this Man well, hath been fince an Ape-bearer, then a Process-server, Bailiff; then he compaft a Motion of the Prodigal So and married a Tinker's Wife, within a Mile where m Land and Living lyes; and, having flown over many kri vish Profeffions, he fettled only in Rogue; fome call hit Autolicus, Clo. Out upon him, Prig! for my Life Prig; he haur Wakes, Fairs, and Bear-baiting. Aut. Very true; Sir; he, Sir, he; that's the Rogue th put me into this Apparel. Clo. Not a more cowardly Rogue in all Bohemia; if you had but look'd big, and fpit at him, he'ld have run. Aut. I must confefs to you, Sir, I am no fighter; I am falfe of Heart that way, and that he knew I warrant him. Clo. How do you do now? Aut. Sweet Sir, much better than I was; I can ftand, and walk; I will even take my leave of you, and pace foft. ly towards my Kinsman's, Clo. Shall I bring thee on thy way? Aut. No, good fac'd Sir; no, fweet Sir. Clo. Then farewel, I muft go and buy Spices for our Sheep-fhearing. [Exit. Aut. Profper you, fweet Sir. Your Purfe is not hot enough to purchase your Spice, I'll be with you at your Sheep heep-fhearing too: If I make not this Cheat bring out anoner, and the Shearers prove Sheep, let me be unrol'd, and ny Name put in the Book of Virtue. Flo. These your unusual Weeds, to each part of you Per. Sir; my gracious Lord, To chide at your extreams, it not becomes me: To fhew my felf a Glafs. Flo. I blefs the time When my good Falcon made her flight a-cross Per. Now Jove afford you caufe; To me the difference forges dread, your Greatness Hh 4 Should Should I, in these my borrow'd Flaunts, behold Flo. Apprehend Nothing but Jollity: The Gods themselves, Per. O but, dear Sir, Your Refolution cannot hold, when 'tis Which then will speak, that you must change this purpose, Flo. Thou dearest Perdita, With these forc'd Thoughts I prethee darken not Mine own, nor any thing to any, if I be not thine. To this I am most conftant, Strangle fuch Thoughts as thefe, with any thing Of Celebration of that Nuptial, which We two have fworn fhall come. Per. O Lady Fortune, Stand you aufpicious. Enter Shepherd, Clown, Mopfa, Dorcas, Servants; with Po lixenes and Camillo difguis'd. Flo. See, your Guests approach; Addrefs your felf to entertain them fprightly And let's be red with Mirth. Shep. Fie Daughter; when my old Wife liv'd, upon his day fhe was both Pantler, Butler, Cook, Per. Sirs, welcome. [To Polix. and Cam; It is my Father's Will, I fhould take on me The Hoftessship o'th' Day, you're welcome, Sirs. Grace and Remembrance be to you both, Pol. Shepherdess, A fair one are you, well you With Flowers of Winter. fit our Ages Per. Sir, the Year growing ancient, Nor yet on Summer's Death, nor on the Birth To get flips of them. Pol. Wherefore, gentle Maiden, Do you neglect them? Per. For I have heard it faid, There is an Art, which in their pideness shares Pol. Say there be, Yet Nature is made better by no mean, But But Nature makes that mean; fo over that Art, That Nature makes; you fee, fweet Maid, we marry 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 Per. So it is. Pol. Then make your Garden rich in Gillyflowers, And do not call them Baftards. Per. I'll not put The Dible in Earth, to fet one flip of them: No more than were I Painted, I would wish The Mary-gold, that goes to Bed with th' Sun, Cam. I fhould leave grazing, were I of Per. Out alas; You'ld be fo lean, that blafts of January your Flock, Would blow you through and through. Now, my Friends, I would I had fome Flowers o'th' Spring, that might That come before the Swallow dares, and take faire The |