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Of celebration of that nuptial, which
We two have sworn shall come.
Stand you auspicious!
O lady fortune,
Enter Shepherd, with Poli.xenes, and Camillo, disguised; 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 liv'd,
This day, she was both pantler, butler, cook;
With labour; and the thing, she took to quench it,
And bid us welcome to your sheep-shearing,
Per. Welcome, sir! [To Pol. It is my father's will, I should take on me
The hostessship o'the day:-You're welcome, sir!
Give me those flowers there, Dorcas.-Reverend
For you there's rosemary, and rue; these keep
Shepherdess, (A fair one are you,) well you fit our ages With flowers of winter.
Per. Sir, the year growing ancient,Not yet on summer's death, nor on the birth Of trembling winter,-the fairest flowers o'the
Are our carnations, and streak'd gillyflowers,
Wherefore, gentle maiden,
That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry
A gentler scion 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.
So it is.
Pol. Then make your garden rich in gillyflowers, And do not call them bastards.
I'll not put
The dibble in earth to set one slip of them:
Desire to breed by me.-Here's flowers for you;
I would, I had some flowers o'the spring, that might
That come before the swallow dares, and take
Most incident to maids; bold oxlips, and
What? like a corse?
Per. No, like a bank, for love to lie and play on; Not like a corse: or if,-not to be buried, But quick, and in mine arms. Come, take your flowers:
Methinks, I play as I have seen them do
What you do, Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, I'd have you 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.
O Doricles, Your praises are too large: but that your youth, And the true blood, which fairly peeps through it, Do plainly give you out an unstain'd shepherd; With wisdom I might fear, my Doricles,
You woo'd me the false way.
I think, you have
As little skill to fear, as I have purpose
I'll swear for 'em.
Pol. This is the prettiest low-born lass, that ever
Cam. He tells her something,
That makes her blood look out: Good sooth, she is
Come on, strike up. Dor. Mopsa must be your mistress: marry, gar
To mend her kissing with.
Now, in good time! Clown. Not a word, a word; we stand upon our
Come, strike up.
Here a dance of Shepherds and Shepherdesses.
Pol. Pray, good shepherd, what
Fair swain is this, which dances with your daughter? Shep. They call him Doricles; and he boasts himself
To have a worthy feeding: but I have it
Upon his own report, and I believe it;
He looks like sooth: He says, he loves my daugh
I think so too; for never gaz'd the moon