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of ivy. Good luck, an't be thy will! what have
we here? [Taking up the child.] Mercy on's, a
barne! a very pretty barne'! A boy, or a child,
I wonder? A pretty one; a very pretty one:
Sure some scape: though I am not bookish, yet I 5
can read waiting-gentlewoman in the scape. This
has been some stair-work, some trunk-work, some
behind-door work: they were warmer that got
this, than the poor thing is here.
Pil take it up|
for pity: yet I'll tarry till my son come; he hal-10
loo'd but even now. Whoa, ho hoa!
Enter Clown.

Clo. Hilloa, loa!

Shep. What, art so near? If thou'lt see a thing to talk on when thou art dead and rotten, come hither. What ail'st thou, man?

Clo. I have seen two such sights, by sea, and by land; but I am not to say, it is a sea, for it is now the sky; betwixt the firmament and it, you cannot thrust a bodkin's point.

Shep. Why, boy, how is it?

Clo. Now, now; I have not wink'd since I saw these sights: the men are not yet cold under water, nor the bear half-din'd on the gentleman; he's at it now.

Shep. Would I had been by, to have help'd the old man!

Clo. I would you had been by the ship-side, to have help'd her; there your charity would have lack'd footing. [Aside. Shep. Heavy matters! heavy matters! but look thee here, boy. Now bless thyself; thou mett'st with things dying, I with things new born. Here's a sight for thee; look thee, a bearing-cloth' for a squire's child! Look thee here; take up, take up, 15 boy; open't. So, let's see ;--It was told me, I should be rich by the fairies: this is some changeling3:-open't: What's within, boy?

Co. You're a mad old man: if the sins of your youth are forgiven you, you're well to live. 20 Gold! all gold!

Shep. This is fairy gold, boy, and 'twill prove so: up with it, ke p it close; home, home, the next way. We are lucky, boy; and to be so still requires nothing but secrecy.-Let my sheep go: 25-Come, good boy, the next way home.

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 30him left, I'll bury it.

Clo. I would, you did but see how it chafes, how it rages, how it takes up the shore! but that's not to the point: Oh, the most piteous cry of the poor souls! sometimes to see 'em, and not to see em: now the ship boring the moon with her main-mast; and anon swallow'd with yest and froth, as you'd thrust a cork into a hogshead. And then for the land service,To see bow the bear tore out his shoulder-bone; how he cry'd to me for help, and said, his name was Antigonus, a nobleman :-But to make an end of the ship;to see how the sea flap-dragon'd it: but, first, how the poor souls roar'd, and the sea mock'd them;-and low the poor gentleman roar'd, and 35 the bear mock'd him, both roaring louder than the sea, or weather.

Shep. 'Name of mercy, when was this, boy?

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 on't.

[Exeunt.

Enter Time, as Chorus.

ACT

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turn my glass; and give my scene such growing As you had slept between. Leontes leaving The eflects of his fond jealousies; so grieving, That he shuts up himself; Imagine me, Gentle spectators, that I now may be 50 In fair Bohemia; and remember well, I mentioned a son o' the king's, which Florizel I now name to you; and with speed so pace To speak of Perdita, now grown in grace Equal with wond'ing: What of her ensues, 55 list not prophesy; but let Time's news Be known when 'tis brought forth:-a shepherd's daughter,

Of good and bad; that make, and unfold error,
Now take upon me, in the name of Time,
To use my wings. Impute it not a crime,
To me, or my swift passage, that I slide
O'er sixteen years, and leave the growth untry'd
Of that wide gap; since it is in my power
To o'erthrow law, and in one self-born hour
To plant and o'erwhelm custom: Let me pass
The same I am, ere ancient'st order was,
Or what is now receiv'd: I witness to
The times that brought them in; so shall I do
Tothe freshest things now reigning; and make stale 60
The glistering of this present, as my tale
Now seems to it. Your patience this allowing,

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And what to her adheres, which follows after,
Is the argument of Time: Of this allow,
If you have ever spent time worse ere now;
If ever yet, that Time himself doth say,
He wishes earnestly, you never may.

[Exit.

1i. e. child. The mantle or cloth with which a child is usually covered, when carried to church to be baptized. Meaning, some child left behind by the fairies, in place of one which they had stolen. * i. e. subject.

SCENE

SCENE I.

The Court of Bohemia.

Enter Polixenes and Camillo. Pol. I pray thee, good Camillo, be no more 5 importunate: 'tis a sickness, denying thee any thing; a death, to grant this.

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, 10 the penitent king, my master, hath sent for me: to whose feeling sorrows I might be some allay, or I o'erween to think so; which is another spur to my departure.

Pol. As thou lov'st me, Camillo, wipe not out 15 the rest of thy services by leaving me now: the need I have of thee, thine own goodness hath| made; better not to have had thee, than thus to want thee: thou, having made me businesses, which none, without thee, can sufficiently manage, 20 must either stay to execute them thyself, or takej away with thee the very services thou hast done: which if I have not enough consider'd, (as too much I cannot) to be more thankful to thee, shall be my study; and my profit therein, the heaping friendships. Of that fatal country Sicilia, pr'ythee speak no more: whose very naniing punishes me with the remembrance of that penitent, as thou call'st him, and reconciled king, my brother; whose loss of his most precious queen, and children, are 30 even now to be afresh lamented. Say to me, when saw'st thou the prince Florizel my son? King are no less unhappy, their issue not being gracious; than they are in losing them, when they have approved their virtues.

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Cum. Sir, it is three days since I saw the prince: What his happier affairs may be, are to me unknown: but I have, missingly', noted, he is of Jate much retired from court; and is less frequent to his princely exercises, than formerly he hath 40 appeared.

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Enter Autolycus singing.
When daffodils begin to peer,

With, heigh! the doxy over the dale,-
Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year;
For the red blood reigns in3 the winter's pale.
The white sheet bleaching on the hedge,

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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.

have served prince Florizel, and in my time, wore three-pile'; but now am out of service:

But shall I go mourn for that, my dear?
The pale moon shines by night:
And when I wander here and there,
I then do go most right.

If tinkers may have leave to live,

And bear the sow-skin budget;
Then my account I well may give,

And in the stocks arouch it.

35 My traffick is sheets"; when the kite builds, look to lesser linen. My father named me Auto lycus; who being, as I am, litter'd under Mer cury, was likewise a snapper-up of unconsider'd trifles: With die, and drab, I purchas'd this caparison'; and my revenue is the silly cheat': Gallows, and knock, are too powerful on the high-way: beating, and hanging, are terrors to me; for the life to come, I sleep out the thought of it.- -A prize! a prize!

Pol. I have consider'd so much, Camillo; and with some care; so far, that I have eyes under my service, which look upon his removedness; from whom I have this intelligence: That he is seldom 45 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|50| 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. 55 Thou shalt accompany us to the place; where we will, not appearing what we are, have some question with the shepherd; from whose simplicity, I

Enter Clown.

Clo. Let me see:-Every 'leven wether-tods'; every tod yields pound and odd shilling: fifteen hundred shorn,-What comes the wool to?

Aut. Ifthespringe hold, the cock's mine. [Aside. Clo. Icannot do't without counters.---Let me see; what I am to buy for our sheep-shearing feast? Three pound of sugar, five pound of currants; rice---What will this sister of mine do with rice? But my father hath made her mistress of the feast, and she lays it on. She hath made me four and twenty nose-gays for the shearers: three-man' song-men all, and very good ones; but they are most of them means", and bases: but one puritan among them, and he

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1i. e. occasionally. Meaning, the fishing-rod. The meaning is, the spring, or red blood, reigns over the winter's pale blood. A cant word for a bawd. i. e. rich velvet. Meaning, that he was a hawker or vender of sheet ballads, and other publications. gaming and whoring, I brought myself to this reduced dress. The cant term for A tod is twenty-eight ponds of wool. 1 i. e, singers or catches in three parts.

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Meaning, with picking pockets. Means are trebles.

sings psalms to horn-pipes. I must have saffron, to colour the warden-pies': mace-dates-noue; that's out of my note: nutmegs, seten: a race or

two of ginger;-but that I may beg-four pound of prunes, and as many raisins of the sun. 5 Aut. Oh, that ever I was born!

[Groveling on the ground.

Clo. I'the name of me,Aut. Oh, 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. Oh, sir, the loathsomeness of them offends me, more than the stripes I have receiv'd; which are mighty ones, and millions.

Clo. Alas, poor man! a million of beating may come to a great matter.

Aut. I am robb'd, sir, and beaten ; my money and apparel ta'en from me, and these detestable things put upon me.

Clo. What, by a horse-man, or a foot-man?
Aut. A foot-man, sweet sir, a foot-man.

and having flown over many knavish professions, he settled only in a rogue: some call him Autolycus.

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, 10he'd have run.

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Clo. Indeed, he should be a foot-man, by the garments he hath left with thee; if this be a horseman's coat, it hath seen very hot service. Lend 25 me thy hand, I'll help thee; come, lend me thy hand.

[Helping him up.

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Aut. Oh! good sir: tenderly, oh!
Clo. Alas, poor soul.

Aut. O good sir, softly, good sir: I fear, sir, my shoulder-blade is out.

Clo. How now? canst stand?

Aut. Softly, dear sir; [Picks his pocket] good 35 sir, softly: you ha' done me a charitable office. Clo. Dost lack any money? I have a little money for thee.

Aut. No, good sweet sir, no, I beseech you, sir: I have a kinsman not past three quarters of a mile 40 hence, unto whom I was going; I shall there have money, or any thing I waut: Offer me no money, I pray you that kills my heart.

Clo. What manner of fellow was he that robb'd 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 virtues it was, but he was certainly whipped out of the court.

Clo. His vices, you would say; there's no virtue whipp'd out of the court: they cherish it, to make it stay there: and yet it will no more but abide3.

Aut. I must confess to you, sir, I am no fighter; I am false at 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. Shall I bring thee on thy way? Aut. No, good-fac'd sir: no, sweet sir. Clo. Then fare thee well; I must go to buy spices for our sheep-shearing. [Exit.

Aut. Prosper you, sweet sir!-Your purse is not hot enough to purchase your spice. I'll be with you at your sheep-shearing too: If I make not this cheat bring out another, and the shearers prove sheep, let me be unroll'd, and my name put into the book of virtues ' !

Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way,
And merrily hent the stile-a:
A merry heart goes all the day,

Your sad tires in a mile-a.

SCENE III.

A Shepherd's Cot.

Enter Florizel and Perdita.

[Exit.

Flo. These your unusual weeds to each part of
Do give a life; no shepherdess; but Flora, [you
Peering in April's front. This your sheep-shearing
Is a meeting of the petty gods,
And you the queen on't.

Per. Sir, my gracious lord,

To chide at your extremes, it not becomes me;
45 Oh, pardon, that I name them: your high self,
The gracious mark o' the land', you have obscur'd
With a swain's wearing; and me, poor lowly maid,
Most goddess-like prank'dup: But that our feasts
In
every mess have folly, and the feeders
Digest it with a custom, I should blush
To see you so attired; sworn, I think,
To shew myself a glass'.

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Aut. Vices, I would say, sir. I know this man well: he hath been since an ape-bearer; then a 55 process-server, a bailiff; then he compass'd a motion of the prodigal son, and married a tinker's wife within a mile where my land and living lies;

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Flo. I bless the time,

When my good falcon made her flight across
Thy father's ground.

Per. Now Jove afford you cause!

To me, the difference forges dread; your greatness
Hath not been us'd to fear. Even now I tremble

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That is, pies made of wardens, a species of large pears. Trou-madame, French. The game of nine-holes. That is, reside but for a time. That is, the puppet-show, then called motions. This term frequently occurs in our author. Begging gypsies, in the time of our author, were in gangs and companies, that had something of the shew of an incorporated body. From this noble society he wishes he may be unrolled if he does not so and so. That is, take hold of it. The object of all men's notice and expectation. To prank is to dress with ostentation, i. e. One would think that in putting on this habit of a shepherd, you had sworn to put me out of countenance; for in this, as in a glass, you shew how much below yourself you must descend before you can get upon a level with me.

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For you there's rosemary, and rue; these keep
Seeming, and savour, all the winter long:

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
Oftremblingwinter, the fairest flowers o'the season
Are our carnations, and streak'd gilly-flowers,
Which some call, nature's bastards: of that kind
Our rustick garden's barren; and I care not
To get slips of them.

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.

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Flo. Thou dearest Perdita,
With these forc'd thoughts, I prithee, darken
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 you behold the while. Your guests are com-
Lift up your countenance; as it were the day [ing:
Of celebration of that nuptial, which
We two have sworn shall come.

Per. O lady fortune,

Stand you auspicious!

Enter Shepherd, Clown, Mopsa, Dorcas, Ser-
cants; with Polixenes, and Camillo, disguis'd.
Clo. See your guests approach:
Address yourself to entertain them sprightly,
And let's be red with mirth.

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Shep. Fye, daughter! when my old wife liv'd, 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 of the table, now, i' the middle; On his shoulder, and his: her face o' fire

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

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That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we mar-
A gentler cyon 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.

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Pol. Then make your garden rich in gillyAnd do not call them bastards. [flowers,

Per. I'll not put

The dibble in earth to set one slip of them: 35 No more than, were I painted, I would wish This youth should say, 'twere well; and only therefore

Desire to breed by me.-Here's flowers for you; Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram :

40 The marygold, 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, 45 And only live by gazing.

Per. Out, alas!

You'd be so lean, that blasts of Jamary Wou'd blow you through and through.-Now,my fairest friend,

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With labour; and the thing, she took to quench it, 50 I would, I had some flowers o' the spring, that

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
That which you are, mistress o' the feast: Come
And bid us welcome to your sheep-shearing, [on,
As your good flock shall prosper.
Per. Sir, welcome!

Become your time of day; and yours, and yours; That wear upon your virgin branches yet Your maidenheads growing:-0 Proserpina, For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st fall55 From Dis's waggon! daffodils,

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It is my father's will, I should take on me
The hostess-ship o'theday:-You're welcome, sir!
Give me those flowers there, Dorcas. Reverend sirs,

That come before the swallow dares, and take
The winds of March with beauty; violets dim,
But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes,
Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses,
That die unmarried, ere they can behold
Bright Phobus in his strength, a malady
Most incident to maids; bold ox-lips, and
The crown-imperial; lilies of all kinds,

Rue, was called herb of grace. Rosemary was anciently supposed to strengthen the memory, and is prescribed for that purpose in the books of ancient physic.

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The flour-de-lis being one! O, these I lack,
To make you garlands of; and, my sweet friend,
To strow him o'er and o'er.

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
Does change my disposition.

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,
So singular in each particular,

Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds,
That all your acts are queens.
Per. O, Doricles,

Your praises are too large: but that your youth,
And the true blood, which peeps fairly 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.

Flo. I think you have

As little skill' to fear, as I have purpose
To put you to't.-But, come; our dance, I pray
Your hand, my Perdita: so turtles pair,
That never mean to part.

Per. I'll swear for 'em.

Pol. This is the prettiest low-born lass, that ever Ran on the green-sward: nothing she does or seems, But smacks of something greater than herself; Too noble for this place.

Cam. He tells her something,

That makes her blood look out: Good sooth, she is The queen of curds and cream.

Clo. Come on, strike up,

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Ser. O master, if you did but hear the pedlar at the door, you would never dance again after a tabor and pipe; no, the bag-pipe could not move 10 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 on: I love a ballad but even too well; if it be 15 doleful matter, merrily set down, or a very pleasant thing indeed, and sung lamentably.

Ser. 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; 20 so without bawdry, which is strange; with such delicate burdens of dil-do's and fadings; jump her and thump her; and where some stretchmouth'd rascal would, as it were, mean mischief, and break a foul gap into the matter, he makes the maid to answer, Whoop, do me no harm, good man; puts him off, slights him, with Whoop, do me no harm, good man.

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Pol. This is a brave fellow.

Clo. Believe me, thou talkest of an admirable conceited fellow. Has he any unbraided wares? Ser. He hath ribbons of all the colours i'the rainbow; points, more than all the lawyers in Bohemia can learnedly handle, though they come to him by the gross; incles, caddisses', cambricks, 35 lawns: why, he sings them over, as they were gods or goddesses: you would think, a smock were a she-angel; he so chaunts to the sleeve-hand, and the work about the square on't".

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Clo. Pr'ythee, bring him in; and let him ap proach singing,

Per. Forewarn him, that he use no scurrilous words in his tunes.

Clo. You have of these pedlars, that have more in 'em than you'd think, sister.

Per. Ay, good brother, or go about to think.

Enter Autolycus, singing.

Lawn, as white as driven snow;
Cyprus, black as e'er was crow;
Gloves as sweet as damask roses;
Masks for faces and for noses;
Bugle bracelet, neck-lace amber;
Perfume for a lady's chamber;
Golden quoifs, and stomachers,
my lads to give their dears;
Pins, and poking-sticks of steel',
What maids lack from head to heel:
Come, buy of me, come: come buy, come buy;
Buy, lads, or else your lasses cry:
Come buy, &c.

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i. e. undamaged. Mr. Steevens conjectures caddis to mean ferret. The work about the square on't probably signifies the work or embroidery about the bosom part of a shift, which might then have been of a square form, or might have a square tucker, ? These poking sticks were heated in the fire, and made use of to adjust the plaits of ruffs.

Clo:

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