Which, you fay, adds to nature, is an art

That nature makes. You fee, fweet maid, we marry A gentler fcyen to the wildest stock;

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
The art itself is nature.

PER. So it is.

Poz. Then make your garden rich in gilly-flowers, And do not call them, baftards.

PER. I'll not put

The dibble in earth to set one flip of them :

No more than, were I painted, I would wish

This youthfhould fay, 'twere well; and only therefore
Desire to breed by me. Here's flowers for you;
Hot lavender, mints, favory, marjoram ;

The marigold, that goes to bed wi'the fun,
And with him rises weeping: these are flowers
Of middle summer, and, I think, they are given
To men of middle
age: You're very welcome.
CAM. I should leave grazing, were I of your flock,
And only live by gazing.

PER. Out, alas!

You'd be fo lean, that blasts of January

[friend, Would blow you through and through. Now, my fair'ft I would, I had some flowers o'the spring, that might Become your time of day; —and yours, and yours; That wear upon your virgin branches yet Your maidenheads growing:-O, Proferpina, For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'ft fall From Dis's waggon! early daffodils,

That come before the fwallow dares, and take

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The winds of March with beauty; violets, dim,
But fweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes,
Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses,
That dye unmarry'd, ere they can behold
Bright Phabus in his ftrength, a malady
Most incident to maids; bold oxlips, and
The crown-imperial; lillies of all kinds,
The flower-de-luce being one! O, these I lack,
To make you garlands of; and my fweet friend,
To ftrew him o'er and o'er.

F10. What, like a corfe?

PER. No, like a bank, for love to lye and play on; Not like a corfe: or if; not to be bury'd,

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 difposition.

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 ord'ring your affairs,

To fing them too: when you do dance, I wish you
A wave o'the fea, that you might ever do
Nothing but that; move ftill, still so, my fair,
And own no other function: Each your doing,
So fingular in each particular,

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

PER. O Doricles,

Your praises are too large : but that your youth,

And the true blood which peeps fa fairly through't,

Do plainly give you out an unftain'd fhepherd;
With wisdom I might fear, my Doricles,
You woo'd me the false way.

FLO. I think, you have

As little skill to fear, as I have purpose

To put you to't. But, come; our dance, I pray :.
Your hand, my Perdita: fo turtles pair,

That never mean to part.

PER. I'll fwear for them. [Musick. Dance forming. POL. This is the prettieft low-born lafs, that ever Ran on the green ford: nothing fhe does, or feems, 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, the is
The queen of curds and cream.

Clo.

Come on, strike up.

DOR. Mopfa must be

your

To mend her kiffing with.

mistress : marry, garlick,

Mor. Now, in good time!

[ners..

Come, ftrike up, pipers.

[Dance.

Poz. Pray, good shepherd, what

Clo. Not a word, a word; we stand upon our man

Fair fwain is this, which dances with your daughter?

She. They call him, Doricles; he boasts himself

To have a worthy feeding: but I have it

Upon his own report, and I believe it ;

He looks like footh: He fays, he loves my daughter;
I think fo too; for never gaz'd the moon

Upon the water, as he'll stand, and read,
As 'twere, my daughter's eyes: and, to be plain,
I think, there is not half a kifs to choose,

15 on't 25 Dericles, and boafts

Who love's another beft.

POL. She dances featly.

She. So fhe does any thing; though I report it,
That fhould be filent: if young Doricles

Do light upon her, fhe fhall bring him that
Which he not dreams of.

Enter a Servant.

Ser. O, mafter, 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 mens' 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 pleasant thing indeed, and fung lamentably.

Ser. He hath fongs, for man, or woman, of all fizes; no milliner can fo fit his customers with gloves: he has the prettiest love-fongs for maids; fo without bawdry, which is ftrange; with fuch delicate burthens of, dil-do's, and, fa-dings, jump her and thump her; and where fome stretch-mouth'd rafcal would, as it were, mean mischief, and break a foul gap into the matter, he makes the maid to answer, Whoop, do me no harm, good man; puts him off, flights him, with, Whoop, do me no harm, good man.

POL. This is a brave fellow.

Clo. Believe me, thou talk'ft of an admirable-conceited fellow. Has he any unbraided wares?

Ser. He hath ribands of all the colours in the rain-bow; points, more than all the lawyers in Bo

bemia can learnedly handle, though they come to him by the grofs; inkles, caddiffes, cambricks, lawns : why, he fings 'em over, as they were gods, or goddeffes you would think, a fmock were a fhe angel; he fo chants to the fleeve-band, and the work about the square on't.

Clo. Pr'ythee, bring him in; and let him approach finging.

PER. Fore-warn him, that he use no fcurrilous words in his tunes. [Exit Servant. Clo. You have of these pedlers, that have more in them than you'd think, fifter.

PER. Ay, good brother, or go about to think.

Enter AUTOLICUS, like a Pedler.

AUT. Lawn, as white as driven snow;
cyprus, black as e'er was crow;
gloves, as feet as damask roses;
mafks for faces, and for noses;
bugle bracelet, necklace amber,
perfume for a lady's chamber;
golden quoifs, and ftomachers,
for my lads to give their dears;
pins, and poking-flicks of steel,
what maids lack from head to heel:
come, buy of me, come; come, buy; come, buy ;
buy, lads, or else your lasses cry:

come, buy.

[fings.

Clo. If I were not in love with Mopfa, thou fhould'st take no money of me; but being enthral'd as I am, it will also be the bondage of certain ribands and gloves. Mop. I was promis'd them against the feaft; but they Come not too late now.

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