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I would, I had some flowers o'the spring, that might
Become your time of day; and yours, and yours;
That wear upon your virgin branches yet
Your maidenheads growing :-O Proserpina,
For the flowers now, that frighted, thou let'st fall
From "Dis's waggon! daffodils,
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 Punmarried, ere they can behold
Bright Phæbus in his strength, 9'a malady
Most incident to maids ; bold oxlips, and
The crown-imperial; lillies of all kinds,
The power-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

* Dis's 1-Pluto's.

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Nothing but that; move ftill, still fo,
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 one.

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 footh, she is
The queen of curds and cream.

Clo. Come on, strike up.

Dor. Mopsa must be your mistress : marry, garlick,
To mend her kissing with.
Mop. Now, "in good time!

Clo. Not a word, a word; we stand upon our manners.
Come, strike up.

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Here a dance of Shepherds and Shepherdesses.
Pol. Pray, good shepherd, what
Fair swain is this, which dances with your daughter?

Shep. They call him Doricles; and he boasts himself
To have * a worthy feeding : but I have it
Upon his own report, and I believe it ;
He looks like sooth : He says, he loves my daughter ;
I think so too; for never gaz'd the moon
Upon the water, as he'll stand, and read,
As 'twere, my daughter's eyes : and, to be plain,
I think, there is not half a kiss to chuse,
Who loves the other best.

Pol. She dances featly.

Shep. So she does any thing; though I report it,
That should be silent: if young Doricles
Do light upon her, she shall bring him that
Which he not dreams of.

Enter a Servant. 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 you': he sings several tunes, fafter 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 ser down, or a very pleasant thing indeed, and sung lamentably.

Ser. He hath songs, for man, or woman, of all sizes ; no milliner 'can fo fit his customers with gloves : he has the prettiest love-songs for maids ; so without bawdry,

* a worthy feeding :]-a goodly maintenance, substance. y footh:]-truth.

grew]-were rivetted as by a spell. which is strange ; with such delicate burdens of dil-do's and fadings : jump her and thump ber; and where some stretch-mouth'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, Nights him, with Whoop, do me no barm, good man.

Pol. This is a brave fellow.

Clo. Believe me, thou talkest of an admirable-conceited fellow. Has he any d unbraided wares ?

Ser. He hath ribbons of all the colours i'the rainbow ; points, more than all the lawyers in Bohemia can learn. edly handle, though they come to him by the gross ; inkles, cadisses, çambricks, lawns : why, he sings them over, 'as they were gods or goddesses: you would think, a smock were a she-angel; he so chants to the 'Neeve-band, and the work about the & square on't.

Clo. Pr’ythee, bring him in; and let him approach


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 ;


a of dil-do's]_" with a hie dildo dill."-Burden and tune of an old

o fadings :)-dances. i Whoop, do me no harm, good man ;)-The name of an old song. d unbraided ]-fresh, choice, beyond what are merely braided. e points,]-laces.

Neeve-hando 8 square)—bosom.


Bugle bracelet, "neck-lace amber,
Perfume for a lady's chamber;
Golden quoifs, and stomachers,
For 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. Clo. If I were not in love with Mopsa, thou should'st take no money of me; but being enthrall’d as I am, it will also be the bondage of certain ribbons and gloves.

Mop. I was promised them against the feast; but they come not too late now.

Dor. He hath promis'd you more than that, or there be liars.

Mop. He hath paid you all he promis'd you : may be, he has paid you more ; which will shame you to give him again.

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 * kill-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.

Mop. I have done. Come, you promis'd me a tawdry lace, and a pair of n sweet gloves.

Clo. Have I not told thee, how I was cozen'd by the way, and lost all my money?

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h neck-lace amber,]-bead amber, fit to perfume, &c.

poking sticks)-plaiting-sticks. * kill-hole,)-the mouth of a kiln, or oven.

· Charm your tongues-Hold your peace-bells are said to be clammd, when the clappers are cover'd with felt, and the found thereby stifled. fweer]-perfum’d.


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