Which, you fay, adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You fee, fweet maid, we marry A gentler fcyen 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 PER. So it is. Poz. Then make your garden rich in gilly-flowers, And do not call them, baftards. PER. I'll not put The dibble in earth to set one flip of them : No more than, were I painted, I would wish This youthfhould fay, 'twere well; and only therefore The marigold, that goes to bed wi'the fun, PER. Out, alas! You'd be fo lean, that blasts of January [friend, Would blow you through and through. Now, my fair'ft 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, Proferpina, For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'ft fall From Dis's waggon! early daffodils, That come before the fwallow dares, and take VOL. IV. R The winds of March with beauty; violets, dim, F10. What, like a corfe? PER. No, like a bank, for love to lye and play on; Not like a corfe: or if; not to be bury'd, But quick, and in mine arms. Come, take your flowers: In whitfun' paftorals: fure, this robe of mine FLO. What you do, Still betters what is done. When you speak, fweet, I'd have you buy and fell fo; fo give alms; To fing them too: when you do dance, I wish you Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds, PER. O Doricles, Your praises are too large : but that your youth, And the true blood which peeps fa fairly through't, Do plainly give you out an unftain'd fhepherd; 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 :. That never mean to part. PER. I'll fwear for them. [Musick. Dance forming. POL. This is the prettieft low-born lafs, that ever Ran on the green ford: nothing fhe does, or feems, But fmacks of fomething greater than herself; Too noble for this place. CAM. He tells her fomething, That makes her blood look out: Good footh, the is Clo. Come on, strike up. DOR. Mopfa must be your To mend her kiffing with. mistress : marry, garlick, Mor. Now, in good time! [ners.. Come, ftrike up, pipers. [Dance. Poz. Pray, good shepherd, what Clo. Not a word, a word; we stand upon our man Fair fwain is this, which dances with your daughter? She. They call him, Doricles; he boasts himself To have a worthy feeding: but I have it Upon his own report, and I believe it ; He looks like footh: He fays, he loves my daughter; Upon the water, as he'll stand, and read, 15 on't 25 Dericles, and boafts Who love's another beft. POL. She dances featly. She. So fhe does any thing; though I report it, Do light upon her, fhe fhall bring him that Enter a Servant. Ser. O, mafter, if you did but hear the pedler at the door, you would never dance again after a tabor and pipe; no, the bag-pipe could not move you: he fings feveral tunes, fafter than you'll tell money; he utters them as he had eaten ballads, and all mens' 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 fet down; or a very pleasant thing indeed, and fung lamentably. Ser. He hath fongs, for man, or woman, of all fizes; no milliner can fo fit his customers with gloves: he has the prettiest love-fongs for maids; fo without bawdry, which is ftrange; with fuch delicate burthens of, dil-do's, and, fa-dings, jump her and thump her; and where fome stretch-mouth'd rafcal 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, flights him, with, Whoop, do me no harm, good man. POL. This is a brave fellow. Clo. Believe me, thou talk'ft of an admirable-conceited fellow. Has he any unbraided wares? Ser. He hath ribands of all the colours in the rain-bow; points, more than all the lawyers in Bo bemia can learnedly handle, though they come to him by the grofs; inkles, caddiffes, cambricks, lawns : why, he fings 'em over, as they were gods, or goddeffes you would think, a fmock were a fhe angel; he fo chants to the fleeve-band, and the work about the square on't. Clo. Pr'ythee, bring him in; and let him approach finging. PER. Fore-warn him, that he use no fcurrilous words in his tunes. [Exit Servant. Clo. You have of these pedlers, that have more in them than you'd think, fifter. PER. Ay, good brother, or go about to think. Enter AUTOLICUS, like a Pedler. AUT. Lawn, as white as driven snow; come, buy. [fings. Clo. If I were not in love with Mopfa, thou fhould'st take no money of me; but being enthral'd as I am, it will also be the bondage of certain ribands and gloves. Mop. I was promis'd them against the feaft; but they Come not too late now. 5 fleeve-hand |