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Which, you say, adds to nature, is an art
That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry
A gentler scyen 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.

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

PER. I'll not put
The dibble in earth to set one slip of them :
No more than, were I painted, I would wish
This youth T should say, '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 sun,
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 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

yours,

and

yours;
That wear upon your virgin branches yet
Your maidenheads growing: -0, Proserpina,
For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'ft fall
From Dis's waggon ! early daffodils,
That come before the swallow dares, and take

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The winds of March with beauty ; violets, dim,
But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes,
Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses,
That dye unmarry'd, ere they can behold
Bright Phæbus in his strength, 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 sweet friend,
To strew him o'er and o'er.

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

you

do it ever: when you fing,
I'd have you buy and fell so; 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 sea, that you might ever do
Nothing but that; move ftill, ftill fo, 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 Co fairly through't,

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Do plainly give you out an unftain'd shepherd;
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: so turtles pair,
That never mean to part,

Per. I'll swear for them. [Musick. Dance forming.

Por. This is the prettiest low-born lass, that ever
Ran on the green sord: nothing she does, or seems,
But smacks of something greater than herself;
Too noble for this place.

Cam. He tells her fomething,
That makes her blood look out: Good footh, she is
The
queen

of curds and cream.
Clo. Come on,

strike

up.
Dor. Mopsa must be your mistress : marry, garlick,
To mend her kissing with.
Mop. Now, in good time!

[ners. Clo. Not a word, a word; we stand upon our manCome, ftrike up, pipers.

[Dance.
Pol. Pray, good shepherd, what
Fair swain 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 says, he loves my daughter;
I think so 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 kiss to choose,

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

young

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.

[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; [lings.

cyprus, black as e'er was crow;
gloves, as sweet as damask roses ;
masks for faces, and for noses ;
bugle bracelet, necklace amber,
párfume for a lady's chamber;
golden quoifs, and stomachers,
for my lads to give their dears ;
pins, and poking-sticks of steel,

what maids lack from head to heel:
come, buy of me, come ; come, buy ; come, buy ;
buy, lads, or else your laffes cry:

come, buy.
Clo. If I were not in love with Mopja, thou should's
take no money of me; but being enthrald as I am, it
will also be the bondage of certain ribands and gloves.

Mop. I was promis’d them against the feast; but they çame not too late now.

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