Per. Flo. Out, alas! You'd be so lean, that blasts of January to one of [th I would I had some flowers o' the 'Spring, that might Bright Phoebus in his strength; bold" oxlips, and turning The flower-de-luce' being one. O, these I lack, What, like a 'corse? Flo. flowers. g Come, 'take your Methinks, I 'play," as I have seen them do What 'you do Still 'betters what is done. When you 'speak, sweet, And own no 'other function. 'Each your doing,- 'Crowns what you are doing in the 'present deeds, The disguised King Polixenes cannot withhold his admiration : Pol. This is the 'prettiest low-born lass that ever Ran on the green-sward: nothing she 'does, or 'seems, a wife of Jupiter and queen of all the gods. ba surname of Venus. ⚫ the Sun. d the oxlip has a strong stalk (bold), the cowslip a weak one. e a perennial bulb with showy flowers. f a plant of Iris genus, the fleur de lis. g living. ham become an actress. i Whit-Sunday, the seventh Sunday after Easter: (Pentecost.) Cam. Camillo earnestly watches the young couple. The 'queen of curds-and-cream. Good sooth, she is A merry dance of the Shepherds and Shepherdesses follows. Meanwhile King Polixenes inquires of the old father: Pol. Pray you, good Shepherd, what fair swain is this, Shep. They call him Doricles, and he boasts himself He says he 'loves my daughter: and, to be plain, A Neat-herd enters. Herd. O master! if you did but hear the 'Pedler at the door, you would never dance again after a tabor and pipe; no, the 'bagpipe could not move you. He'sings several tunes faster 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 set down-or a very 'pleasant thing indeed, and sung 'lamentably. Herd. He hath 'songs, for man or woman, of all sizes ; no milliner can so fit his customers with 'gloves. He hath 'ribbons, of all the colours i' the rainbow; points, more than all the lawyers in Bohemia can learnedly handle, though they come to him by the gross; inkles,a caddisses, cambrics, lawns: why, he 'sings them over, as they were gods or goddesses. Clo. Pr'ythee, bring him in, and let him 'approach singing. [Exit Herd. All the Shepherd lads and lasses crowd around Autolycus when he enters: The young Prince and Perdita are apart by themselves: and the old Shepherd is still in conversation with the King and Camillo. Gloves, as sweet as damask roses; Come, buy of me, come; come buy, come buy; Clo. If I were not in love with Mopsa, thou shouldst take no money of 'me; but, 'being enthralled as I am, it will also be the bondage of certain ribands and gloves. Mopsa coaxingly turns to her lover: Mop. Come, you 'promised me a tawdry lace, and a pair of sweet gloves. Clo. Have I not told thee how I was 'cozened by the way, and 'lost all my money?-What hast here? ballads? Mop. 'Pray now, buy some: I love a ballad in 'print o' my life; for 'then we are sure they are 'true. Aut. Here's a ballad,-Of a fish, that appeared upon the coast, on Wednesday the fourscore of April, forty thousand fathom above water; and 'sung this ballad against the hard hearts of maids: it was thought she 'was a woman, and was turned into a cold 'fish. Dor. Is it 'true, think you? Aut. 'Five Justices' hands at it; and 'witnesses, more than my pack will hold. Clo. Lay it by: Another. Aut. This is a 'merry ballad, but a very pretty one. Aut. Why, this is a "passing merry one, and goes to the tune of "Two maids wooing a man." Clo. We'll have this song 'out anon,' by 'ourselves.-My father, and the gentlemen, are in sad talk, and we 'll not trouble them: Come, bring away thy pack after me.-Wenches, I'll buy for you 'both.-Pedler, let 's have the first choice.-Follow me, girls. Aut. [Aside.] And you shall pay 'well for 'em. Will you buy any tape, Or lace for your cape, Any toys for your head, Of the newest and finest wear-a? bornamental breast-coverings. coifs, head-dresses. a cheap kind of lace, called (corruptedly) after St. Audry, of Ely, in Cambridgeshire, and known, at St. Audry's fair, as" tawdry lace." perfumed. surpassing. 'very soon. 8 serious. Come to the pedler; Money 's a meddler, That doth uttera 'all men's ware-a. Exeunt Clown, Aut., Dor., and Mop. During the absence of the rustics, the solemn part of the day's proceedings is about to begin. Out of courtesy to the strangers, they are invited to be witnesses: The King guardedly addresses his son: Pol. How now, fair shepherd? Your heart is full of something, that does take 'Your mind from feasting. Sooth,-when 'I was young, To 'load my she" with knacks: I would have 'ransacked And nothing marted with him. Flo. 'She prizes not such trifles as 'these are. The gifts she looks from 'me are packed and locked But not 'delivered.-[.] O, hear me breathe my life Or Ethiopian's tooth, or the fanned snow That's bolted by the northern blasts twice o'er. Pol. [Aside.] How prettily the young swain seems to 'wash The hand, was fair 'before!-I have put you out.But to your 'protestation: let me 'hear What you profess. Do, and be witness to 't. Flo. And he, and 'more Commend them, and condemn them, to 'her service, The old Shepherd adds his inquiry: Shep. But, my daughter, say you the like to 'him? a bring out for sale. b my lady-love. c traded. d gifted. Shep. Flo. So well, 'nothing so well; no, nor mean 'better: Take hands; a bargain:- O! that must be I' the 'virtue of your daughter: One being dead, King Polixenes excitedly addresses the Prince : Pol. Soft, Swain, a while, 'beseech you: Have you a father? Flo. I have: But what of 'him? Pol. 'Knows he of this? Flo. Pol. Methinks, a 'father Flo. He neither 'does, nor 'shall. Is, at the 'nuptial of his son, a guest That 'best becomes the table." Reason, a son But fair posterity)—should hold 'some counsel, I 'yield all this; But... for some 'other reasons, my grave sir,- The Shepherd adds his entreaty: Shep. 'Let him, my son: he shall not need to 'grieve Flo. Come, come, he 'must not.— Mark now our contract. The King discovers himself: Pol. Mark your 'divorce, young sir, Whom 'son I dare not call: thou art too base the King. b festivity. CO. R. my sonne. d inserted word. |