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 homely 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.-3 Is it not too far gone?-'Tis time to part them.— Your heart is full of something, that does take To load my she with knacks. I would have ransacked The pedler's silken treasury, and have poured it 1 Satyrs. 2 Foot rule (esquierre, Fr.) 3 This is an answer to something which the shepherd is supposed to have said to Polixenes during the dance. To her acceptance; you have let him go, Your lack of love or bounty, you were straited 2 Flo. Old sir, I know She prizes not such trifles as these are. The gifts she looks from me are packed and locked How prettily the young swain seems to wash What you profess. Flo. Do, and be witness to't. Pol. And this my neighbor too? Flo. And he, and more Than he, and men ; the earth, the heavens, and all : That, were I crowned the most imperial monarch, Thereof most worthy; were I the fairest youth That ever made eye swerve; had force, and knowl edge, More than was ever man's,-I would not prize them, Commend them, and condemn them, to her service, Pol. Cam. This shows a sound affection. Shep. Say you the like to him? Fairly offered. But, my daughter, Per. I cannot speak 1 Bought, trafficked. 2 Straitened, put to difficulties. 3 i. e. sifled. So well, nothing so well; no, nor mean better. The purity of his. Shep. Flo. Is, at the nuptial of his son, a guest That best becomes the table. Pray you, once more; Is not your father grown incapable Of reasonable affairs? Is he not stupid With age, and altering rheums? Can he speak? hear? Know man from man? dispute his own estate ?1 Lies he not bed-rid? and again does nothing, But what he did being childish? No, good sir; Flo. Than most have of his age. Pol. By my white beard, You offer him, if this be so, a wrong Something unfilial. Reason, my son, Should choose himself a wife; but as good reason, But fair posterity) should hold some counsel In such a business. 1 i. e. "converse about his own affairs." Flo. I yield all this; But, for some other reasons, my grave sir, No, he must not. Shep. Let him, my son; he shall not need to [Discovering himself. Whom son I dare not call; thou art too base Shorten thy life one week. And thou, fresh piece Shep. O, my heart! Pol. I'll have thy beauty scratched with briers, and made More homely than thy state. For thee, fond boy,If I may ever know thou dost but sigh, That thou no more shalt never see this knack, (as never I mean thou shalt,) we'll bar thee from succession; 1 Far than Deucalion off.-Mark thou my words; 1 Far, in the old spelling farre, i. e. farther. The ancient comparative of fer was ferrer. Unworthy thee,-if ever, henceforth, thou As thou art tender to't. Per. Even here undone ! [Exit. I was not much afeard: for once, or twice, Cam. Speak ere thou diest. Why, how now, father! Shep. [TO FLORIZEL. You have undone a man of fourscore three, To lie close by his honest bones; but now That knew'st this was the prince, and wouldst adven ture To mingle faith with him.-Undone! undone ! If I might die within this hour, I have lived Flo. [Exit. Why look you so upon me? I am but sorry, not afeard! delayed, 1 The old copy reads hope. 2 Before the reform of the burial service, by Edward VI., it was the custom for the priest to throw earth on the body in the form of a cross, and then sprinkle it with holy water. |