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I bless the time,
Now Jove afford
Hath not been usd to fear. Even now I tremble
way, as you did:. O, the fates!
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 swain, As I seem now: Their transformations Were never for a piece of beauty rarer; Nor in a way so chaste: since my desires Run not before mine honour; nor my lusts Burn hotter than my faith. Per.
O but, dear sir, Your resolution cannot hold, when 'tis Oppos'd, as it must bę, by the power o'the
king: One of these two must be necessities,
me, the difference -] i, e. between his rank and hers.
- his work, so noble, Vilely bound up?] It is impossible for any man to rid his mind of his profession. The authorship of Shakspeare has supplied him with a metaphor, which, rather than he would lose it, he has put with no great propriety into the mouth of a country maid. ,Thinking of his own works, his mind passed naturally to the binder. I am glad that he has no bint at an editor. JOHNSON.
Which then will speak; that you must change this
purpose, Or I my life.
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 constant, Though destiny say, no. Be merry, gentle; Strangle such thoughts as these, with any thing That
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, Stand you auspicious!
Enter Shepherd, with POLIXENES and Camillo dis
guised; Clown, MOPSA, DORCAS, and Others. Flo.
See, your guests approach: Address yourself to entertain them sprightly, And let's be red with mirth. Shep. Fye, daughter! when my old wife liy’d,
upon This day, she was both pantler, butler, cook; Both dame and servant: welcom'd all; serv'd all: Would sing her song, and dance her turn: now here, At upper end o’the table, now, i'the middle; On his shoulder, 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 A way to make us better friends, more known.
Come, quench your blushes; and present yourself
Welcome, sir! [To Pol.
[To CAMILLO. Give me those filowers there, Dorcas.-Reverend
Sir, the year growing ancient,-
Are our carnations, and streak'd gillyflowers,
Wherefore, gentle maiden,
For I have heard it said, There is an art, which, in their piedness, shares With great creating nature. Pol.
Say, there be; Yet nature is made better by no mean, But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which, you say, adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry
* For I hate ---]. For, in this place, signifies--because that,
I'll not put
A gentler scion to the wildest stock;
bud of nobler race; This is an art
So it is. Pol. Then make your garden rich in gillyflowers, And do not call them bastards.
Per. The dibble” in earth to set one slip of them: No more than, were I painted, I would wish This youth should say, 'twere well; and only there
fore Desire to breed by me.—Here's flowers for you; Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram; The marigold, that goes to bed with 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 are 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 Would blow you through and through.—Now, my
fairest friend, 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 Proserpina, For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis’s waggon! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets, dim, .
dibble ] An instrument used by gardeners to make holes in the earth for the reception of young plants.
But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes,
What? like a corse?
What you do,
do it ever: when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so; so give alms; Pray so; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too: When you do dance, I wish you A wave o'the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that; move still, still so, and own No other function: Each your doing, So singular in each particular, Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds, That all your acts are queens. Per.
riolets, dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes,] - I suspect that our author mistakes Juno for Pallas, who was the goddess of blue eyes. Sweeter than an eye-lid is an odd image, but perhaps he uses sweet in the general sense for delightful. JOHNSON.
Each your doing, &c.). That is, your manner in each act crowns the act,