Which then will speak; that you must change this With these forced 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, Lift up your countenance, as it were the day Of celebration of that nuptial, which We two have sworn shall come. Per. Stand you auspicious! O lady Fortune, Enter SHEPHERD, with POLIXENES and CAMILLO disguised; CLOWN, MOPSA, Dorcas, and others. Flo. See, your guests approach: Address yourself to entertain them sprightly, Shep. Fie, daughter! when my old wife lived, upon This day she was both pantler, butler, cook; here, At upper end o' the table; now, i' the middle; As if you were a feasted one, and not These unknown friends to us welcome; for it is Per. Welcome, sir! [to Pol. It is my father's will, I should take on me The hostess-ship o' the day.-You're welcome, sir! [to Camillo. Give me those flowers there, Dorcas.-Reverend sirs, For you there's rosemary and rue; these keep Grace and remembrance be to you both, And welcome to our shearing! Pol. 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 1 Beauty and fragrance. Of trembling winter,—the fairest flowers o' the season Are our carnations, and streak'd gillyflowers, Which some call Nature's bastards: of that kind Pol. Wherefore, gentle maiden, For I have heard it said, Do you neglect them? Per. There is an art, which, in their piedness, shares 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 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. Pol. Then make your garden rich in gillyflowers, And do not call them bastards. Per. I'll not put The dibble in earth to set one slip of them; Because. "Diversity of color. 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, 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 For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st fall 1 That come before the swallow dares, and take I Pluto's. The crown-imperial; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one. O, these I lack, Flo. 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 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 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, Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds, Per. O Doricles, Your praises are too large but that your youth, 1 Your manner in each act crowns the act. |