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My heart will be a burden to me. Leave me; I doubt not then, but innocence shall make
And think upon my bidding.

[E.reunt. False accusation blush, and tyranny

Tremble at patience.- You, my lord, best knox,

(Who least will seem to do so.) my past life ACT III.

Hath been as continent, as chaste, as true,

As I am now unhappy; which is more SCENE 1.-The same. A Street in some Town. En. Than history can pattern, though devisd, ter Cleomenes and Dion.

And play'd to take spectators : For bebold me,-

A fellow of the royal bed, which owe
THE climate's delicate ; the air most sweet; A moiety of the throne, a great king's daughter,
Fertile the isle; the temple much surpassing

The mother to a hopeful prince,-here standing,
The common praise it bears.

To prate and talk for life, and honour, 'fore
I shall report,

Who please to come and hear. For life, I prize it For most it caught me, the celestial habits,

As I weigh grief, which I would spare : for honour, (Methinks, I so should term them,) and the reverence 'Tis a derivative from me to mine, of the grave wearers. O, the sacrifice !

And only that I stand for. I appeal How ceremonious, solemn, and unearthly

To your own conscience, sir, before Polixenes
It was i' the offering!

Came to your court, how I was in your grace,
But, of all, the burst

How merited to be so; since he came,
And the ear deafening voice o' the oracle,

With what encounter so uncuireut I Kin to Jove's thunder, so surpriz'd my sense,

Have strain'd, to appear thus: if one jot beyond That I was nothing

The bound of honour; or, in act, or will, Dion.

If the event o' the journey That way inclining; harden'd be the hearts Prove as successful to the queen, -0, be't so! of all that hear me, and my near'st of kin As it hath been to us, rare, pleasant, speedy,

Cry, Fie upop my grave! The time is worth the use on't.


I ne'er heard yet, Cleo.

Great Apollo,

That any of these bokler vices wanted Turn all to the best! These proclainations,

Less impudence to guidsay what they did, So foreing faults upon Hermione,

Than to perform it first. I little like.


That's true enough ; Dion. The violent carriage of it

Though 'tis a saying, sir, not due to me. Will clear, or end, the business: When the oracle, Leo. You will not own it. (Thus by Apollo's great divine seald up:)


More than mistress of Shall the contents discover, something rare,

Which comes to me in name of fault, I must pot Even then will rush to knowledge.-Go-fresh horses ; At all acknowledge. For Polixenes, _And gracious be the issue !

[Exeunt. l, (With whom I am aceus d.) I do confess,

I lov'd him, as in honour he requird; SCENE 11.-The same. A Court of Justice. Leon. With such a kind of love, as might become

tes, Lorils, and Oficers, appear, properly scated. A lady like me; with a love, even such, Leo. This sessions (to our great grief, we pronounce,) | So, and no other, as yourself commanded: Even pushes 'gainst our heart: The party tried,

Which not to have done, I think, had been in me The daughter of a king; our wife; and one

Both disobedience and ingratitude, Of us too much beloyd.—Let us be clear'd

To you, and toward your friend; whose love had spoke, Of being tyrannous, since we so openly

Even since it could speak, from an infant, freely, Proceed in justice; which shall have due course,

That it was jours. Now, for conspiracy, Even to the guilt, or the purgation,

I know not how it tast's ; though it be dish'd -Produce the prisoner.

For me to try how: all I know of it, Offi. It is his highness' pleasure, that the queen

Is, that Camillo was an honest man; Appear in person here in court.-Silence!

And, why he left your court, the gods themselves,

Wotting no more than I, are ignorant. Hermione is brought in, guarded; Paulina and La

Leo. You knew of his departure, as you know dies, attending.

What you have underta'en to do in his absence. Lco. Read the indictment.

Her. Sir, Offi. Hermione, queen to the worthy Leontes, king | You speak a language that I understand not: of Sicilia, thou art here accused and arraigned of high My life stands in the level of your dreams, treason, in committing adultery with Polixenes, king Which I'll lay down. of Bohemia; and conspiring avith Camillo to take away Leo.

Your actions are my dreams; the life of our sovereign lord the king, thy royal hus You had a bastard by Polixenes, band : the pretence whereof being by circumstances And I but dream'd it :- As you were past all shame partly laid open, thou, Hermione, contrary to the faith || (Those of your fact are so,) so past all truth: and allegiance of a true subject, didst counsel and aid Which to deny, concerns more than avails : them, for their better safety, to fly away by night. For as

Her. Since what I am to say, must be but that Thy brat bath been cast out, like to itsell, Which contradicts my accusation; and

No father owning it, (which is, indeed, "The testimony on my part, no other

More criminal in thee, than it) so thou But what comes froin myself; it shall searce boot me Shalt feel our justice; in whose easiest passage, To say, Not guilty: mine integrity,

Look for no less than death. Being counted falsehood, shall, as I express it,


Sir, spare your threats : Be so receiv'd. But thus,If powers divine The bug, which you would fright me with, I secka Behold our human actions, (as they do.)

To me can life be no commodity :



The crown and comfort of my life, your favour, 'Beseech you, tenderly apply to her
I do give lost ; for I do feel it gone,

Some remedies for life.-Apollo, pardon
Bat know not how it went: My second joy,

[E.reunt Paulina and Ladies, with Hermione
And first-fruits of my body, from his presence, My great profaneness 'gainst thine oracle !
I am barrd, like one infectious : My third comfort, I'll reconcile me to Polisenes ;
Starr'd most unluckily, is from my breast

New woo my queten; recal the good Camillo ;
The innocent milk in its most innocent mouth, Whom I proclaim a man of truth, of mercy:
Haled out to murder: Myself on every post

For, being transported by my jealousies Proclaim'd a strumpet; With immodest hatred,

To bloody thoughts and to revenge, I chose The child-bed privilege denied, which 'longs

Camillo for the minister, to poison To women of all fashion :-Lastly, hurried

My friend Polixenes: which had been done, Here to this place, i' the open air, before

But that the good mind of Camillo tardied I have got strength of limit. Now, my liege,

My swift command, though I with death, and with
Tell me what blessings I have here alive,

Reward, did threaten and encourage him,
That I should fear to die? Therefore, proceed. Not doing it, and being done: he, most humane,
But yet hear this; mistake me not;No! life, And filld with honour, to my kingly guest
I prize it not a straw :-but for mine honour,

Unclasp'd my practice; quit his fortunes here, (Whicb I would free.) if I shall be condemn'd

Which you knew great; and to the certain lazard Upon surmises; all proofs sleeping else,

Of ali incertainties himself commended, But what your jealousies awake; I tell you,

No richer than his honour:-How he glisters Tis rigour, and pot law.-Your honours all,

Thorough my rust! and how his piety I do refer me to the oracle;

Does my deeds make the blacker! Apollo be my judge.

Re-enter Paulina. 1 Lord.

This your reqnest Is altogether just: therefore, bring forth,


Woe the while! And in Apollo's name, his oracle.

0, cut my lace; lest my heart, cracking it, [Exeunt certain Officers.

Break too! Her. The emperor of Russia was my father :

i Lord. What fit is this, good lady? O, that he were alive, and here beholding

Pau. What studied torments, tyrant, hast for me? His daughter's trial! that he did but see

What wheels? racks? fires ? What flaying ? boiling, The flatness of my misery; yet with eyes

In leads, or oils? what old, or newer torture Of pity, not revenge !

Must I receive; whose every word deserves Re-enter Oficers, with Cleomenes and Dion.

To taste of thy most worst? Thy tyranny

Together working with thy jealousies, on. You here shall swear upon this sword of justice, Fancies too weak for boys, too green and idle That you, Cleomenes and Dion, have

For girls of nine !-O, think, what they have done, Been both at Delphos; and from thence have brought | And then run mad, indeed ; stark mad! for all This seald-up oracle, by the hand deliver'd

Thy by-gone fooleries were but spices of it. Of great Apollo's priest ; and that, since then,

That thou betray'dst Polixenes, 'twas nothing; You have not dard to break the holy seal,

That did but show thee, of a fool, inconstant,
Nor read the secrets in't.

And damnable ungrateful: nor was't much,
Cleo. Dion.
All this we swear.

Thou wouldst have poison'd good Camillo's honour,
Leo. Break up the seals, and read.

To have him kill a king ; poor trespasses, Offi. [Reads.) Hermione is chaste, Poli xenes blame

More monstrous standing by: whereof I reckon less, Camillo a true surject, Leontes a jealous tyrant, The casting forth to crows thy baby daughter, his innocent babe truly begotten; and the king shall

To be ar node, or little; thongh a devil tire without an heir, if that, which is lost, be not found. Would have shed water out of fire, ere donet: Lords. Now blessed be the great Apollo !

Nor is't directly laid to thee, the death Hor.

Praised !

of the young prince; whose honourable thoughts Leo. Hast thou read truth?

(Thoughts high for one so tender,) cleft the beart Ay, my lord ; even so

That could conceive, a gross and foolish sire As it is here set down.

Blemish'd his gracious dam: this is not, no, Les. There is no truth at all i' the oracle :

Laid to thy answer : But the last, -0, lords; The sessions shall proceed; this is mere falsehoods

When I have said, cry, woe! the queen,

the queen, Enter a Servant, hastily.

The sweetest, dearest, creature's dead; and vengeance Ser. My lord the king, the king !

for't Les.

What is the business? Not dropp'd down yet. Ser. O sir, I shall be hated to report it:

1 Lord.

The higher powers forbid ! The prince your son, with mere conceit and fear Pau. I say, she's dead; I'll swear't; if word, nor of the queen's sped, is gone.

oath, How! gone?

Prevail not, go and sce: if you can bring

Is dead. Tincture, or lustre, in her lip, her eye,
Leo. Apollo's angry; and the heavens themselves Heat outwardly, or breath within, I'll serve you
Do strike at my injustice. (Hermione faints.)-How As I would do the gods.--But, O thou tyrant !
now there?

Do not repent these things; for they are heavier
Pau. This news is mortal to the queen :-look down, Than all thy woes can stir: therefore betake thte
And see what death is doing.

To nothing but despair. A thousand knees

Take her hence: Ten thousand years together, naked, fasting,
Her heart is but o'er-charg'd ; she will recover. Upon a barren mountain, and still winter
I trave too much belier'd mine own suspicion : In storm perpetual, could not move the gods



To look that way thou wert.

Since sate, against thy better disposition,
Go on, go on :

Hath made thy person for the thrower-nit
Thou canst not speak too much; I have deservd Of my poor babe, according to thine oath,-
All tongues to talk their bitterest.

Places remote enough arc in Bohemia, i Lord.

Say no more; There urep, and leave it crying; and, for the babe Howe'er the business goes, you have made fault Is counted lost for ever, Perdita, I the boldness of your speech.

I pr’ythee, callt: for this ungcntle business, Pau.

I am sorry for't ; Put on thee by my lord, thou ne'er shalt sce All faults I make, when I sball come to know them, Thy wife Paulina more :-and so,

with shrieke, I do repent: Alas, I have show'd too much

She melted into air. Affrighted much, The rashness of a woman : he is touch'd

I did in time collect myself; and thought To the noble heart.-What's gone, and what's past | This was so, and no slumber. Dreams are toys: help,

Yet, for this once, yea, superstitiously, Should be past grief: Do not receive affliction I will be squar'd by this. I do believe, At my petition, I beseech you ; rather

Hermione hath suffer'd death; and that Let me be punish'd, that have minded you

Apollo would, this being indeed the issue Of what you should forget. Now, good my liege, of king Polixenes, it should here be laid, Sir, royal sir, forgive a foolish woman :

Either for life, or death, upon the earth The love I bore your queen,-lo, fool again !

Of its right father.-Blossom, speed thee well! I'll speak of her no more, nor of your children;

(Laying down the child. I'll not remember you of my own lord,

There lie ; and there thy character: there these ; Who is lost too: Take your patience to you,

[Laying down a bundle. And I'll say nothing.

Which may, if fortune please, both breed thee, pretty, Leo.

Thou didst speak but well, And still rest thine.---The storm begins :-Pour When most the truth ; which I receive much better wretch, Than to be pitied of thee. Pr’ythee, bring me That, for thy mother's fault, art thus expos'd To the dead bodies of my queen, and son:

To loss, and what may follow !-weep I cannot, One grave shall be for both ; upon them shall But my heart bleeds : and most accurs d am I, The causes of their death appear,

To be by oath enjoin'd to this.-Farewell! Our shame perpetual: Onee a day I'll visit

The day frowns more and more ; thou art like to have The chapel where they lie ; and tears, shed there, A lullaby too rough: I never saw Shall be my recreation : So long as

The heavens so dim by day.-A savage clamour ?Nature will bear up with this exercise,

Well may I get aboard ! This is the chace; So long I daily vow to use it. Come,

I am gone for ever.

[Exit, pursued by a bear. And lead me to these sorrows.


Enter an old Shepherd. SCENE III.-Bohemia. A desert Country near the

Shep. I would there were no age between ten and Sca. Enter Antigonus with the Child, and a Marincr.

three-and-twenty; or that youth would sleep out the

rest: for there is nothing in the between but getting Ant. Thou art perfect then, our slip hath touch'd

wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, upon The deserts of Bohemia ?

fighting.-Hark you now !-Would any but these Mar. Ay, my lord; and fear

boiled brains of nineteen, and two-and-twenty, bunt We have landed in ill time: the skies look grimly,

this weather? They have scared away two of my best And threaten present blusters. In my conscience,

sheep ; which, I fear, the wolf will sooner find, than The heavens with that we have in hand are angry,

the master: if any where I have them, 'tis by the *** And frown upon us.

side, browzing on ivy. Good luck, an't be thy will! Ant. Their sacred wills be done !-Go, get aboard ;

what have we here? [Taking up the child.) Merey on's, Look to thy bark; I'll not be long, before

a barne ; a very pretty barne! A boy, or a child, I I call upon thee.

wonder? A pretty one; a very pretty one: Sure, some Mar. Make your best baste; and go not

scape: though I am not bookish, yet I can read wait Too far i' the land : 'tis like to be loud weather;

ing-gentlewoman in the scape. This has been some Besides, this place is famous for the creatures.

stair-work, some trunk-work, some behind-door-work : of prey, that keep upon't.

they were warmer that got this, than the poor thing is Ant. Go thou away:

here. I'll take it up for pity: yet I'll tárry till my son I'll follow instantly.

come; he hollaed but even now. Whoa, ho hoa ! Mar. I am glad at heart

Enter Clown. To be so rid o' the business.

[Exit. Clo. Hilloa, loa! Ant. Come, poor babe :

Shep. What, art so near? if thou'lt see a thing to I have heard, (but not believ'd, the spirits of the dead talk on when thou art dead and rotten, come lither. May walk again: if such thing be, thy mother What ailest thou, man? Appeard to me last night ; for ne'er was dream Clo. I have seen two such sights, by sea, and by land, So like a waking. . To me comes a creature,

--but I am not to say, it is a sea, for it is now the sky; Sometimes her head on one side, some another; betwixt the firmament and it, you cannot thrust a beatI never saw a vessel of like sorrow,

kin's point. So fill'd, and so becoming: in pure white robes, Shep. Why, boy, how is it? Like very sanctity, she did approach

Clo. I would, you did but see how it chafes, how it My cabin where I lay: thrice bow'd before me, rages, how it takes up the shore ! but that's not to the And, gasping to begin some speech, her eyes

point: 0, the most piteous cry of the poor souls! some Became two spouts: the fury spent, anon

times to see 'em, and not to see 'em : now the ship bor Did this break from her : Good Antigonus,

ing the moon with her main-mast; and anon swallos


ed with yost and froth, as you'd thrust a cork into a That he shuts up himself; imagine me,
hogshead. And then for the land service, To see Gentle spectators, that I now inay be
how the bear tore out his shoulder-bone; how he cried In fair Bohemia; and remember well,
to me for help, and said, his name was Antigonus, a I mentioned a son o'the king's, which Florizel
nobleman :-But to make an end of the ship :-to see I now name to you ; and with speed so pace
how the sea flap-dragoned it:-but, first, how the poor To speak of Perdita, now grown in grace
souls roared, and the sea mocked them ;-and how the Equal with wond'ring: What of her ensues,
poor gentleman roared, and the bear mocked him, both I list not prophecy; but let Time's news
naring louder than the sea, or weather.

Be known, when 'tis brought forth:-a shepherd's epe Name of mercy, when was this, boy?

daughter, Cle. Now, now; I have not winked since I saw these And what to her adheres, which follows after, sights: the men are not yet cold under water, nor the Is the argument of Time: Of this allow, bear half dined on the gentleman; he's at it now. If ever you have spent time worse ere now;

Shep. Would, I had been by, to have helped the old If never yet, that time himself doth say, man!

He wishes earnestly, you never may. (Exit. Clo. I would, yon had been by the ship-side, to have helped her; there your charity would have lacked foot

SCENE I.-The same. A Room in the Palace of Pom [Aside.

lixenes. Enter Polixenes and Camillo. Sip. Heary matters! heavy matters ! but look thee Pol. I pray thee, good Camillo, be no more impor here, boy. Now bless thyself; thou met'st with things tunate : 'tis a sickness denying thee any thing; a dying, I with things new born. Here's a sight for || death, to grant this. thee; look thee, a bearing-cloth for a squire's child ! Cam. It is fifteen years, since I saw my country: Look thee here; take up, take up, boy; open't. So, though I have, for the most part, been aired abroad, I ket's see; It was told me, I should be rich by the fai desire to lay my bones there. Besides, the penitent ries: this is some changeling :-open't: What's with || king, my master, hath sent for me: to whose feeling in, boy?

sorrows I might be some allay, or I o'erween to think Cle. You're a made old man; if the sins of your s0; which is another spur to my departure. youth are forgiven you, you're well to live. Gold ! Pol. As thou lovest me, Camillo, wipe not out the all gold!

rest of thy services, by leaving me now: the need I Shef. This is fairy gold, boy, and will prove so: up have of thee, thine own goodness hath made: better sith it, keep it close; home, home, the next way. We not to have had thee, than thus to want thee: thou, are lucky, boy; and to be so still, requires nothing but having made me businesses, which none, without thee, keres--Let my sleep go :-Come, good boy, the next can sufficiently manage, must either stay to execute way home.

them t'iyself, or take away with thee the very services Cio. Go yon the next way with your findings ; III thou hast donc: which if I have not enough considerd su see if the bear be gone from the gentleman, and how (as too much I cannot.) to be more thankful to thee much he hath eaten : they are never curst, but when shall be my study; and my profit therein, the heaping they are hungry: if there be any of him left, I'll bu- | friendships. of that fatal country, Sicília, proythee

speak no more: whose very naming punishes me with Shep. That's a good deed: If thou may'st discern

the remembrance of that penitent, as thou call'st him, by that which is left of him, what he is, fetch me to and reconciled king, my brother; whose loss of his the sight of him.

most precious queen, and children, are even now to Cim Marry, will I; and you shall help to put him be afresh lamented. Say to me, when sawist thou the i'the ground.

prince Florizel my son ? kings are no less unhappy, Step. 'Tis a lucky day, boy; and we'll do good || their issue not being gracious, than they are in losing dead on't.

Exeunt. | them, when they have approv'd their virtues.

Cam. Sir, it is three days, since I saw the prince :

What his happier affairs may be, are to me unknown: ACT IV.

but I have, missingly, noted, he is of late much retire Enter Time, as Chorus.

ed from court; and is less frequent to his princely ex

ercises, than formerly he hath appeared. Time.

Pol. I have considered so much, Camillo ; and with L-THAT please some, try all; both joy, and terror some care ; so far, that I have eyes under my service, or good, and bad ; that make, and unfold error, which look upon his removedness : from whom I have Kow take upon me, in the name of Time,

this intelligence; that he is seldom from the house of To use my wings. Impate it not a crime,

a most homely shepherd; a man, they say, that from To me, or my swift passage, that I slide

very nothing, and beyond the imagination of his neighO'er sixteen years, and leave the growth untried bours, is grown into an unspeakable estate. Of that wide gap ; since it is in my power

Cam. I have heard, sir, of such a man, who hath a To d'erthrow law, and in one self-born hour

daughter of most rare note: the report of her is ere To plant and o'erwhelm custom : Let me pass tended more, than can be thought to begin from such The same I am, ere ancient'st order was,

a cottage. Or shat is now receivel: I witness to

Pol. That's likewise part of my intelligence. But, The times that brought them in; so shall I do I fear the angle that plucks our son thither. Thou To the freshest things now reigning; and make stale shalt accompany us to the place: where we will, not The glistering of this present, as my tale

appearing what we are, have some question with the Xow seems to it. Your patience this allowing, shepherd; from whose simplicity, I think it not unI turn my glass ; and give my scene such growing, easy to get the cause of my son's resort thither. As you had slept between. Leontes leaving Priythee, be my present partner in this business, and The effects of lus fond jealorisies ; so grievings. lay aside the thoughts of Sicilin.

Cam. I willingly obey your cominand.

Aut. I am robbed, sir, and beaten; my money and Pol. My best Camillo !---We must disguise our apparel ta'en from me, and these detestable things pus selves,


upon me

Clo. What, by a horse-man, or a foot-man? SCENE II.-The same. A Road near the Shepherd's Aut. A foot-man, sweet sir, a foot

man. Cottage. Enter Autolycus, singing.

Clo. Indeed, he should be a foot-man, by the garments When daffodils begin to peer,

he hath left with thee; if this be a horsc-man's coat, it With, heigh! the doxy over the dale,

hath sern very hot service. Lend me thy hand, I'll help Why, then comes in the sweet of the year ;

thee: Come, lend me thy hand. [Helping him un For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. Aut. O! good sir, tenderly, oh! The white sheet bleaching on the hedge,

Clo. Alas, poor soul. With, hey! the swect birds, 0, how they sing!

Aut. O, good sir, softly, good sir: I fear, sir, my Doth set my pugging tooth on edge ;

shoulder-blade is out.

Cio. How now? canst stand? For a quart of ale is a dish for a king.

Aut. Softly, dear sir; [Picks his pocket.] good, sir, The lark, that tirro-lirra chants

softly: you ha' done me a charitable office. With, hey! with, hey! the thrush and the jay :

Clo. Dost lack any money? I have a little money for Are summer-songs for me and my aunts,

thee. While ive lie tumhling in the hay.

Aut. No, good sweet sir; no, I beseech you, sir: 1 I have served Prince Florizel, and, in my time, wore have a kinsman not past three quarters of a mile hence, three-pile ; but now I am out of service.

unto whom I was going ; I shall there have noney, or But shall I go mourn for that, my dear?

any thing I want: Offer me no money, I pray you; The pale inoon shines by night :

that kills my heart. And then I wander here and there,

Clo. What manner of fellow was he that robbed you? I then do most go right.

Aut. A fellow, sir, that I have known to go about If tinkers may have leave to live,

with trol-my-dames: I knew him once a servant of the And bear the sow-skin budget;

prince; I cannot tell, good sir, for which of his virtnes Then my account I well may give,

it was, but he was certainly whipped out of the court And in the stocks avouch it.

Clo. His vices, you would say; there's no virtue My traffic is sheets; when the kite builds, look to less

whipped out of the court: they cherish it, to make it er linen. My father named me, Autolycus; who, being, stay there ; anul yet it will no more but abide. as I am, littered under Mercury, its likewise a snap

Aut. Vices I would say, sir. I know this man well:

he hath been since an ape-bearer; then a process-seTT* per-up of unconsidered trifles: With die, and drab, I purchased this caparison ; and my revenue is the silly

cr, a bailiff'; then he compassed a motion of the prodi. cheat. Gallows, and knock, are too powerful on the

gal son, and married a tinker's wife within a mile high-way: beating, and hanging, are terrors to me;

where my land and living lies; and, having flowu for the life to come, I sleep out the thought of it.

over many knavish professions, he settled only in A prize! a prize!

voglio: some call him Autolycus.

Clo. Out upon bim! prig, for my life, prig-he Enter Clown.

haunts wakes, fairs, and bear-baitings. Clo. Let me see :-Every 'leven wether--tods ; er Aut. Very true, sir; he, sir, he; that's the rogue, ery tod yields-pound and odd shilling: fifteen hun. that put me into this apparel. dred shorn,-What comes the wool to ?

Clo. Not a more cowardly rogue in all Bohemia; if Aut. If the springe hold, the cock's mine. [Aside. | you had but looked big, and spit at him, he'd have run.

Clo. I cannot do't without counters.-Let me see; Aut. I must confess to you, sir, I am no fighter: I what I am to buy for our sheep-shearing feast? three am false of heart that way; and that he knew, I warpound of sugar; five pound of currants; rice—what

rant him. will this sister of inine do with rice? but my father Clo. How do you now? hath made her mistress of the feast, and she lays iton. Aut. Sweet sir, much better than I was; I can stand, She hath made me four-and-twenty nosegays for the and walk: I will even take my leave of you, and pace shearers: three-man song-men all, and very good ones; softly towarls my kinsinan's. but they are most of them means and bases : but one Clo. Shall I bring thee on the way? puritan amongst them, and he sings psalms to horn

Aut. No, good-faced sir ; no, sweet sir. pipes. I must have saffron, to colour the warden Clo. Then fare thee well; I must go buy spices for pies; mace, ates,-none; that's out of my note:

our sheep-shearing.

[Exit Cleron. rutmegs, seven; a race, or tiro, of ginger; but that I

Aut. Prosper you, sweet sir !-Your purse is not lot may beg;-four pound of prunes, and as many of rai- || enough to purchase your spice. I'll be with you at your sins o' the sun,

sheep-shearing too: If I make not this cheat bring out Aut. O, that ever I was born!

another, and the shearers prove sheep, let me be uir (Grovelling on the ground. Lolled and iny name put in the book of virtue! Cio. r the name of me,

Jog on, jog on, the footpath zray, Aut. O, help me, help me! pluck but off these rags;

And merrily hent the stite-a : and then, death, death!

A merry heart goes all the day, Clo. Alack, poor soul! thou hast need of more mags

Your sad tires in a mile-e.

(Erit. to lay on thee, rather than have these off.

Aut. O, sir, the loathsomeness of thein offends une more than the stripes I have received; which are

SCENE III.-The same. A Shepherd's Cottage. En mighty ones, and millions.

ter Florize and Perdita, Clo. Alas, poor man! a million of buating may come Flo. 'These your unusual weeds to each part of yua to a great inatter,

Do give a life: no shepherdess; but Flon,

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