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Cla. Doft lack any money? I have a little money for thee.
AUT. No, good sweet fir; no, I beseech you, fir: I have a kinsman not past three quarters of a mile hence, unto whom I was going ; I shall there have any thing I want: Offer me no money, i pray you; that kills my heart.
Clo. What manner of fellow was he that rob’d you? Aut. A fellow, sir, that I have known to go about with trol-madames : I knew him once a servant of the prince; I cannot tell, good fir, for which of his virtues it was, but he was certainly whipt out of the court.
Clo. His vices, you would say; there's no virtue whipt out of the court: they cherish it, to make it stay there; and yet it will no more but abide.
Aut. Vices I would say, fir. I know this man well: he hath been fince an ape-bearer ; then a process-server, a bailif; then he compaffd a motion of the prodigal fon, and marry'd a tinker's wife within a mile where my land and living lies; and, having flown over many knavish professions, he settld only in rogue: some call him, Autolicus.
Clo. Out upon him! Prig, for my life, prig: he haunts wakes, fairs, and bear-baitings.
Aut. Very true, fir; he, fir, he; that's the rogue, that put me into this apparel.
Clo. Not a more cowardly rogue in all Bohemia ; if you had but look'd big, and spit at him, he'd have
Aut. I must confess to you, fir, I am no fighter: I am falle of heart that way; and that he knew, I warrant him,
Clo. How do you now?
AUT. Sweet fir, much better than I was; I can stand, and walk: I will even take my leave of you, and pace softly towards my kinsman's.
Clo. Shall I bring thee on the way?
Clo. Then fare thee well; I must go buy spices for our sheep-shearing.
AUT. Prosper you, sweet fir!-[Exit Clown. Your purse is not hot enough to purchase your spice. I'll be with you at your sheep-shearing too : If I make not this cheat bring out another, and the Mearers prove sheep, let me be unrold, and my name put in the book of virtue!
[fings. Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way,
and merrily hend the stile-a : a merry heart goes all the day, your sad tires in a mile-a.
SCENE III. The fame. A Room in the Shepherd's House.
Enter Florizel, and Perdita. Flo. These your unusual weeds to each part of you Do give a life : no Shepherdess; but Flora, Peering in April's front. This your sheep-lhearing Is as a meeting of the petty gods, And you the queen
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every mess have folly, and the feeders
Flo. I bless the time,
Flo. Apprehend Nothing but jollity. The gods themselves, Humbling their deities to love, have taken The shapes of beasts upon them : Jupiter Became a bull, and bellow'd; the green Neptune A ram, and bleated ; and the fire-rob’d god, Golden Apollo, a poor humble fwain, As I seem now: Their transformations Were never for a piece of beauty rarer; Nor in a way so chaft : since my desires Run not before mine honour; nor my luits Burn hotter than
faith. Per. o but, dear fir, Your resolution cannot hold, when 'tis Oppos’d, as it must be, by the power o'the king : One of these two must be necessities,
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Which then will speak; that you must change this purOr I my life.
[pose, Flo. Thou dearest Perdita, With these forc'd thoughts, I pr’ythee, darken not The mirth o'the feast: Or I'll be thine, my fair, Or not my father's : for I cannot be Mine own, nor any thing to any, if I be not thine : to this I am most conftant, Though destiny fay, no. Be merry, gentle ; Strangle such thoughts as these, with any thing That you behold the while. Your guests are coming : Lift up your countenance; as it were the day Of celebration of that nuptial, which We two have sworn shall come.
Per. O lady fortune,
Flo. See, your guests approach :
Enter Shepherd, with POLIxenes and
and other Company. She. Fie, daughter! when my old wife liv'd, upon This day, she was both pantler, butler, cook ; Both dame, and servant : welcom'd all; serv'd all : Would fing her song, and dance her turn: now here, At
upper end o’the table; now, i'the middle; On his houlder, and his : her face o'fire With labour ; and the thing, she took to quench it, She would to each one sip : You are retir’d, As if you were a feasted one, and not The hostess of the meeting : Pray you, bid
These unknown friends to us, welcome; for it is
PER. Welcome, fir !
father's will, I should take on me
you there's rose- mary, and rue ; these keep
Per. Sir, the year growing ancient, Not yet on summer's death, nor on the birth Of trembling winter, - the fair'ít flowers o'the season Are our carnations, and streak'd gilly-flowers, Which fome call, nature's baftards : of that kind Our ruftick garden's barren; and I care not To get slips of them.
POL. Wherefore, gentle maiden,
Per. For I have heard it said,
POL. Say, there be ;
7 firy welcome :