dying, I with things new born. Here's a sight for thee; Clo. Go you the next way with your findings; I'll go see if the bear be gone from the gentleman, and how much he hath eaten: they are never curst, but when they are hungry: if there be any of him left, I'll bury it. Shep. That's a good deed. If thou may'st discern by that which is left of him, what he is, fetch me to the sight of him! Clo. Marry, will I ; and you shall help to put him i'the ground. Shep. 'Tis a lucky day, boy; and we'll do good deeds [Exeunt. on't. A C T IV. Enter Time, as Chorus. Time. I, that please some, try all, both joy, and Of good and bad; that make, and unfold error,→ The times that brought them in; so shall I do sorrows I might be some allay, or I o'erween to think Pol. I have considered so much, Camillo, and with some care; so far, that I have eyes under my services, which look upon his removednes: from whom I have this intelligence, that he is seldom from the house of a most homely shepherd; a man, they say, that from very nothing, and beyond the imagination of his neighbours is grown into an unspeakable estate. Cam. I have heard, sir, of such a man, who hath a daughter of most rare note: the report of her is extended more, than can be thought to begin from such a cottage. Pol. That's likewise part of my intelligence. But, I fear the angle, that plucks our son thither. Thou shalt accompany us to the place: where we will, not appearing what we are,have some question with the shepherd; To the freshest things now reigning, and make stale from whose simplicity I think it not uneasy to get The glistering of this present, as my tale I turn my glass, and give my scene such growing, I mentioned a son o'the king's, which Florizel a shepherd's And what to her adheres, which follows after, [Exit. The same. Aroom in the palace of Enter POLIXENES and CAMILLO. Cam. It is fifteen years, since I saw my country: though I have, for the most part, been aired abroad, I desire to lay my bones there. Besides, the penitent king, my master, hath sent for me: to whose feeling the cause of my son's resort thither. Pr'ythee, be my present partner in this business, and lay aside the thoughts of Sicilia! Cam. I willingly obey your command. Pol. My best Camillo!-We must disguise ourselves. [Exeunt. SCENE II. The same. A road near the Shepherd's cottage. When daffodils begin to peer, With, heigh! the doxy over the dale,- The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With, hey! the sweet birds, O, how they sing!Doth set my pugging tooth on edge; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. The lark, that tirra-lirra chaunts, With, hey! with, hey! the thrush and the jay: Are summer songs for me and my aunts, While we lie tumbling in the hay. I have served prince Florizel, and, in my time, wore But shall I go mourn for that, my dear? Then account I well may give, my And in the stocks arouch it. Barn Per. Your Oppos Aut. Vices I would say, sir. I know this man well: he song, and married a tinker's wife within a mile,where My traffic is sheets; when the kite builds, look to les-a bailif'; then he compassed a motion of the prodigal Enter Clown. tods; fifteen Clo. Out upon him! Prig, for my life, prig: he haunts wakes, fairs, and bear-baitings. Aut. Very true, sir; he, sir, he; that's the rogue, that put me into this apparel. Clo. Not a more cowardly rogue in all Bohemia! If you had but looked big, and spit at him, l.'d have run. Aut. I must confess to you, sir, I am no fighter: I am false of heart that way;and that he knew,I warrant him. Clo. How do you now? Aut. Sweet sir, much better, than I was; I can stand, and walk: I will even take my leave of you, and pace softly towards my kinsman's. Clo. Let me see! - Every 'leven wether sun. Aut. O, that ever I was born! [Grovelling on the ground. Clo. I'the name of me, Aut. O, help me, help me! pluck but off these rags; and then, death, death! Clo. Alack, poor soul! thou hast need of more rags to lay on thee, rather than have these off. Aut. O, sir, the loathsomeness of them offend me more than the stripes, I have received, which are mighty ones, and millions. Clo. Alas, poor mau! a million of beating may come to a great matter. Aut. I am robbed, sir, and beaten; my money and apparel ta'en from me, and these detestable things put upon me. Clo. Shall I bring thee on the way? Clo. What, by a horse-man, or a foot-man? Ant. Prosper you, sweet sir! Aut. Softly, dear sir; [Picks his pocket.] good sir, softly; you ha' done me a charitable office. Clo. Dost lack any money? I have a little money for thec: Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way, A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a. Enter FLORIZEL and PERDITA. [Exit. On S A T TI A Flo. These your unusual weeds to each part of you · Aut. No, good sweet sir! no, I beseech you, sir: I have a kinsman not past three quarters of a mile hence, unto whom I was going; I shall there have money, or any thing I want. Offer me no money, I pray you; that kills my heart. To chide at your extremes, it not becomes me; Clo. What manner of fellow was he, that robbed you? Aut.A fellow, sir, that I have known to go about with trol-my-dames: I knew him once a servant of the prince; I cannot tell, good sir, for which of his virtue it was, but he was certainly whipped out of the court. Clo.His vices, you would say; there's no virtue whipped out of court: they cherish it, to make it stay there; and yet it will no more but abide. Flo. I bless the time, When my good falcon made her flight across Per. Now Jove afford you canse! To me, the difference forges dread; your greatness Nothing but jollity! The gods themselves, Flo. Thou dearest Perdita, With these forc'd thoughts, I pr'ythee, dark ennot Mine own, nor any thing to any, if I be not thine. To this I am most constant, Per. O lady fortune, Stand you auspicious! Enter Shepherd, with POLIXENES and CAMILLO, dis- Shep. Fye, daughter! when my old wife liv'd, upon Per. Welcome, sir! [To Polixenes. It is my father's will, I should take on me Pol. Shepherdess, (A fair one are you,) well you fit our ages With flowers of winter. Per. Sir, the year growing ancient,— Of trembling winter,-the fairest flowers o'the season Pol. Wherefore, gentle maiden, Do you neglect them? Per. 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, That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry Per. I'll not put The dibble in earth, to set one slip of them; No more than, were I painted. I would wish, Per. Out, alas! You'd be so lean, that blasts of January Would blow you through and through. -Now, my fair I est friend, would I had some flowers o'the spring, that might That come before the swallow dares, and take Flo. What? like a corse? Per. No, like a bank, for love to lie and play on : In Whitsun' pastorals: sure, this robe of mine Flo. What you do, Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, I'd have you buy and sell so; so give alms; To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o'the sea, that you might ever do Your praises are too large but that your youth, Shep. So she does any thing; though I report it, Enter a Servant. Serv. Omaster, if you did but hear the pedler at the door, you would never dance again after a tabor and pipe; no, the bagpipe could not move you: he sings several tunes, faster than you'll tell money; he utters them as he had eaten ballads, and all men's 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. Clo. Is there no manners left among maids? will they wear their plackets, where they should bear their faces? Is there not milking-time, when you are going to bed, or kiln-hole, to whistle off these secrets; but you must be tittle-tattling before all our guests? "Tis well they are whispering. Clamour your tongues, and not a word more! Serv. He hath songs, for man, or woman, of all sizes; no milliner can so fit his customers with gloves: he has the prettiest love-songs for maids; so without bawdry, which is strange; with such delicate burdens of dildos and fadings: jump her and thump her; and where some stretch-mouth'd rascal would, as it were, mean mischief, and break a fonl gap into the matter, he makes the maid to answer, Whoop, do me no harm, good man; puts him off, slights him, with Whoop, du me no harm, good man! Pol. This is a brave fellow. Mop. I have done. Come, you promised me a tawdry lace, and a pair of sweet gloves. Clo. Believe me, thou talkest of an admirable-conceited fellow. Has he any unbraided wares? Clo. Have I not told thee, how I was cozened by the Aut. And, indeed, sir, there are cozeners abroad; Clo. What hast here? ballads? Mop. Pray now, buy some! I love a ballad in print,a'life; for then we are sure they are true. Aut. Here's one to a very doleful tune, How a usurer's wife was brought to bed of twenty money-bags at a burden; and now she longed to eat adders' heads, and toads carbonadoed. Mop. Is it true, think you? Aut. Very true; and but a month old. Clo. Come on, lay it by: and let's first see more bal-` lads; we'll buy the other things anon. Aut. Here's another ballad, Of a fish that appeared upon the coast, on Wednesday the fourscore of April, Serv.He hath ribands of all the colours i'the rainbow; forty thousand fathom above water, and sung this bal points,more than all the lawyers in Bohemia can learn- lad against the hard hearts of maids: it was thought,she edly handle, though they come to him by the gross; was a woman, and was turned into a cold fish; for she inkles,caddisses, cambricks, lawns: why, he sings them would not exchange flesh with one that loved her. over,'as they were gods, or goddesses; you would think, a smock were a she-angel; he so chants to the sleevehand, and the work about the square on't. Clo. Pr'ythee, bring him in, and let him approach singing! Per. Forewarn him, that he use no scurrilous words in his tunes! Clo. You have of these pedlers, that have more in 'em than you'd think, sister. Per. Ay, good brother, or go about to think. Lawn, as white as driven snow; Masks for faces, and for noses; The ballad is very pitiful, and as true. Aut. Five justices' hands at it; and witnesses, more Clo. Lay it by too. Another! to Aut. This is a merry ballad; but a very pretty one. Mop. Let's have some merry ones! Aut. Why, this is a passing merry one; and goes the tune of, Two maids wooing a man: there's scarce a maid westward, but she sings it; 'tis in request, I can tell you. Mop. We can both sing it; if thou'lt bear a part, thou shalt hear: 'tis in three parts. Dor. We had the tune on't a month ago. Aut. I can bear my part; you must know, 'tis my, occupation: have at it with you! SONG. A. Get you hence, for I must go ; Where, it fits not you to know. D. Whither? M. O, whither? D. Whither? M. It becomes thy oath full well, Thou to me thy secrets tell: D. Me too, let me go thither. M. Or thou go'st to the grange, or mill: A. Neither. D. What, neither? A. Neither. Then, whither go'st? say, whither? Clo. We'll have this song out anon by ourselves: my father and the gentlemen are in sad talk, and we'll not trouble them. Come, bring away thy pack after me! Wenches, I'll buy for you both: pedler, let's have the first choice.-Follow girls! Aut. And you shall pay well for 'em. me, Will you buy any tape, Or lace for your cape, My dainty duck, my dear-a? Of the new'st, and fin'st, fin'st wear-a? Money's a medler, That doth utter all men's ware-a. [Aside [Exeunt Clown, Autolycus, Dorcas,and Mopsa. Enter a Servant. Serv. Master, there is three carters, three shepherds, three neat-herds, three swine-herds, that have made themselves all men of hair; they call themselves saltiers, and they have a dance which the wenches say is a gallimaufry of gambols, because they are not in't; but they themselves are o'the mind, (if it be not too rough for some, that know little but bowling,) it will please plentifully. Shep. Away! we'll none on't; here has been too much humble foolery already. — I know, sir, we weary you. Pol. You weary those that refresh us. Pray, let's see these four threes of herdsmen ! Serv.One three of them, by their own report, sir, hath danced before the king; and not the worst of the three, but jumps twelve foot and a half by the squire. Shep. Leave your prating; since these good men are pleased, let them come in ; but quickly now. Serv. Why, they stay at door, sir. [Exit. Re-enter Servant, with twelve Rustics habited like Satyrs. They dance, and then exeunt. Pol. O, father, you'll know more of that hereafter,- Your heart is full of something, that does take Flo. Old sir, I know She prizes not such trifles as these are. The gifts, she looks from me, are pack'd and lock'd As soft, as dove's down, and as white, as it; How prettily the young swain seems to wash Flo. Do, and be witness to't! Than he, and men, the earth, the heavens, and all : Pol. Fairly offer'd. Cam. This shows a sound affection. Shep. But my daughter, Say you the like to him? Per. I cannot speak So well, nothing so well; no, nor mean better: Shep. Take hands, a bargain! I give my daughter to him, and will make l'the virtue of your daughter: one being dead, Pol. Soft, swain, awhile, 'beseech you; Flo. I have: but what of him? Is, at the nuptial of his son, a guest, He has his health, and ampler strength, indeed, good reason, You offer him, if this be so, a wrong Flo. I yield all this; But, for some other reasons, my grave sir, Pol. Let him know't! Pol. Pr'ythee, let him! Flo. No, he must not. Shep. Let him, my son; he shall not need to grieve At knowing of thy choice. Flo. Come, come, he must not: |