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amongst them, and he sings psalms to horn-
pipes. I must have saffron to colour the warden
pies; mace; dates ?—none, that's out of my note ;
nutmegs, seven ; a race or two of ginger, but that
I may beg; four pound of prunes, and as many
of raisins o' the sun.
Aut. O that ever I was born

[Grovelling on the ground. Clo. I' the name of me

Aut. O, 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. O sir, the loathsomeness of them offends me more than the stripes I have received, which 60 are mighty ones and millions.

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

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

Clo. What, by a horseman, or a footman?
Aut. A footman, sweet sir, a footman.

Clo. Indeed, he should be a footman by the garments he has left with thee: if this be a horse- 70 man's coat, it hath seen very hot service. Lend me thy hand, I'll help thee: come, lend me thy hand.

Aut. O, good sir, tenderly, O!
Clo. Alas, poor soul !


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have me.

The suggestion that 50. race, root.

the clown meant to say mercy 52. raisins ó' the sun, sun- is unlikely, as me would have dried raisins.

suggested a wrong sound.


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

Clo. How now! canst stand?

Aut. [Picking his pocket) Softly, dear sir ; good sir, softly. You ha' done me a charitable 80 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 hence, unto whom I was going; I shall there have money, or any thing I want : offer me no money, I pray you ; that kills my heart.

Clo. What manner of fellow was he that robbed you?

Aut. A fellow, sir, that I have known to go about with troll-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 whipped out of the court: they cherish it to make it stay there ; and yet it will no more but abide.

Aut. Vices, I would say, sir. I know this man 100 well: he hath been since an ape-bearer; then a process-server, a bailiff; then he compassed a motion of the Prodigal Son, and married a tinker's wife within a mile where my land and living lies; and, having flown over many knavish

92. troll-my-dames, the game 98. no more but abide, merely of 'pigeon - holes' (Fr. trou- make a brief sojourn. madame), in which balls were rolled through a series of open- IO2. compassed a motion, ings made in a board. It was

acquired a puppet - show (in chiefly an indoors amusement which the Prodigal Son was for ladies.


professions, he settled only in 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 110 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, he’ld have run.

Aut. I must confess to you, sir, I am no fighter: I am false of 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 120 of you, and pace softly towards my kinsman's.

Clo. Shall I bring thee on the way?
Aut. No, good-faced sir; no, sweet sir.

Clo. Then fare thee well : I must go buy spices for our sheep-shearing.

Aut. Prosper you, sweet sir! (Exit Clown.] 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 unrolled 130 and my name put in the book of virtue ! [Sings] Joy on, jog on, the foot-path way,

And merrily hent the stile-a :

all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a. [Exit. 108. prig, thief.

with two similar stanzas, be

longed to a song which was 130. unrolled, struck off the roll of thieves.

reprinted in 1661 in the collec

tion of lyrics called An Antidote 132. Jog on, jog on. This, against Melancholy.


The Shepherd's cottage.


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Flo. These your unusual weeds to each part of

you Do give a life: no shepherdess, but Flora Peering in April's front. This your sheep-shearing Is as a meeting of the petty gods, And you the

queen Per.

Sir, my gracious lord,
To chide at your extremes it not becomes me:
O, pardon, that I name them! Your high self,
The gracious mark o' the land, you have obscured
With a swain's wearing, and me, poor lowly maid,
Most goddess-like prank'd up: 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, swoon, I think,
To show myself a glass.

I bless the time
When my good falcon made her flight across
Thy father's ground.

Now Jove afford you cause !
To me the difference forges dread; your greatness
Hath not been used to fear. Even now I tremble
To think your father, by some accident,


this way as you did : 0, the Fates ! How would he look, to see his work so noble

20 30

6. extremes, extravagant ac- II. mess, dish. tion (in assuming a shepherd's

12. Digest it with a custom, dress). 8. mark of the land, the .ob

carry it off through habit. served of all observers.'

13. swoon, Hanmer's correc10. prank'd up, arrayed, tion of Ff sworn, to which no decked out.

natural sense can be attached.

Vilely bound up? What would he say? Or how
Should I, in these my borrow'd flaunts, behold
The sternness of his presence ?

Nothing but jollity. The gods themselves,

Humbling their deities to love, have taken
The shapes of beasts upon them: Jupiter
Became a bull, and bellow'd ; the green Neptune
A ram, and bleated; and the fire-robed god,
Golden Apollo, a poor humble swain,
As I seem now. Their transformations
Were never for a piece of beauty rarer,
Nor in a way so chaste, since


Run not before mine honour, nor my lusts
Burn hotter than my faith.

O, but, sir,
Your resolution cannot hold, when 'tis
Opposed, as it must be, by the power of the king :
One of these two must be necessities,
Which then will speak, that you must change this

purpose, Or I my life.

Flo. Thou dearest Perdita, With these forced thoughts, I prithee, darken not 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

coming : Lift up your countenance, as it were the day Of celebration of that nuptial which



32. piece, creature. 33. in a way so chaste, with so pure an aim

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