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Which, you say, adds to nature, is an art
Per. So it is.
Pol. Then make your garden rich in gilly-flowers, And do not call them, bastards.
PER. I'll not put
welcome. Cam. I should leave grazing, were I of your flock, And only live by gazing.
Per. Out, alas ! You'd be so lean, that blasts of January [friend, Would blow you through and through. Now, my fair'ft I would, I had some fowers o’the spring, that might Become your time of day; - and
The winds of March with beauty ; violets, dim,
Fio. What, like a corse ?
Per. No, like a bank, for love to lye and play on; Not like a corse: or if; not to be bury'd, But quick, and in mine arms. Come, take your flowers: Methinks, I play as I have seen them do In whitsun' paftorals : sure, this robe of mine Does change my disposition.
Flo. What you do, Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweety l'd have
do it ever: when you fing,
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 Co fairly through't,
Do plainly give you out an unftain'd shepherd;
Per. I'll swear for them. [Musick. Dance forming.
Por. This is the prettiest low-born lass, that ever
Cam. He tells her fomething,
of curds and cream.
[ners. Clo. Not a word, a word; we stand upon our manCome, ftrike up, pipers.
She. They call him, Doricles ; he boasts himself
15 on't 25 Doricles, and beasts
Who love's another beft.
Pol. She dances featly.
She. So she does any thing; though I report it, That should be filent: if
Doricles Do light upon her, she shall bring him that Which he not dreams of.
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 sings several tunes, faster 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 set down; or a very pleasant thing indeed, and sung lamentably.
Ser. He hath fongs, for man, or woman, of all fizes ; no milliner can so fit his customers with gloves : he has the prettiest love-songs for maids ; fo without bawdry, which is strange ; with such delicate burthens of, dil-do's, and, fa-dings, jump her and thump her; and where some stretch-mouth'd rascal 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.
Por. This is a brave fellow.
Clo. Believe me, thou talk'st 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 Bobemia can learnedly handle, though they come to him by the gross; inkles, caddiffes, cambricks, lawns : why, he sings 'em over, as they were gods, or goddesses : you would think, a smock were a she angel ; he so chants to the sleeve-band, and the work about the square on't.
Clo. Pr’ythee, bring him in; and let him approach finging
BER. Fore-warn him, that he use no scurrilous words in his tunes.
Enter AUTOLICUS, like a Pedler,
cyprus, black as e'er was crow;
what maids lack from head to heel:
Mop. I was promis’d them against the feast; but they çame not too late now.