than the stripes I have receiv'd; which are mighty ones, and millions Clown. Alas, poor man! a million of beating may come to a great matter. Autol. I am robb'd; Sir, and beaten; my money and apparel ta'en from me, and these detestable things put upon n.e. Clown. What, by a horseman or a footman? Autol. A footman, sweet Sir; a footman. Clown. Indeed he should be a footman, by the garments he has left with thee. If this be a horseman's coat, it hath seen very hot service. -Lend me thy hand, I'll help thee: Come, lend me thy hand. Autol. Oh, good Sir; tenderly-Oh! [Helps bim up. Autol. O good Sir; softly, good Sir; I fear, Sir my shoulder blade is out. Clown. How now, can'st stand ? lutol. Softly, dear Sir; good Sir, softly; you ha' done me a charitable office. [Picks bis pocket. Clown. Dost lack any money? I have a little money for thee. Autol. No good, sweet Sir; no, I beseech you, Sir; I have a kinsm an not past three-quarters of a mile hence, un◄ to whom I was going; I shall there have money, or any thing I want- Offer me no money, I pray yɔu, that kills my heart. Clown. What manner of fellow was he that robb'd you? Autol. A fellow, Sir, that I have known to go about with tol-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 whipt out of the court. Clown. His vices, you wou'd say; there is no virtue whipp d out of the court; they cherish it to make it stay there, and yet it will do no more but abide. Autol. Vices, I would say, Sir.- -I know this man well, he hath been since an ape-bearer, 'then a process-server, a bailiff then he compast 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 professiuns, he settled only in rogue; some call him Autolicus. Clown. Out upon him, prig! for my life, prig; he~~~ baunts wakes, fairs, and bear-beatings. Autol Autol. Very true, Sir; he, Sir, he; that's the rogue that put me into this apparel. Clown Not a more cowardly rogue in all Bobemia; if you had but look'd big, and spit at him, he'd have run. Autol. I must confess to you, Sir, I am no fighter; I am false of heart that way; and that he knew, I warrant him. Clown. How do you do now? Autol. Sweet Sir, much better than I was; I can stand and walk; I will e'en take my leave of you; and pace softly towards my kinsman's. Clown. Shall I bring thee on thy way? Autol. No good fac'd Sir; no good Sir; no, sweet Sir Clown. Then farewelI must go buy spices for out sheep-shearing. Autol. Prosper you, sweet Sir. Your purse is not hat 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 unrol'd and my name put into the book of virtue. HESE your unusual weeds, to each part of you TDo go a life; no shepherdess but Flora. Peering it April's front, this your sheep-shearing And you the queen on't. Perd. Sir, my gracious lord. To chide at your extremes it not becomes me: L5 Most Most goddess-like prank'd up: but that our feasts Flor. I bless the time, When my good faulcon made her flight across Perd. Now Jove afford you cause! To ine the difference forges dread: your greatness Shou'd pass this way, as you did: O the fates! Flor. Apprehend, Nothing but jollity: the Gods themselves, Jupiter Become a bull, and bellow'd; the green Neptune A ram, and bleated; and the fire rob'd God, Perd Oh, but dear Sir, Your resolution cannot hold, when 'tis Oppos'd, as it must be, by th' power o' th' king: One of these two must be necessities, Which then will speak, that thou must change this purpose Or I my life. Flor. Thou dearest Perdita; With these forc'd thoughts, I prithee, darken not Mine own, nor any thing to any, if I be not thine. To this, I am most constan*, 'Tho' destiny say, no. Be merry, gentlest, Strangle fuch thoughts as these, with any thing That That you behold the while. Your guests are coming: Of celebration of that nuptial, which We two have sworn shall come. Perd. O lady fortune, Stand thou auspicious! Enter OLD SHEPHERD, CLOWN, MOPSA, DORCAS; with POLIXENES, CAMILLO, and servants. CA MILLO, disguised. Flor. See your guests approach; Address yourself to entertain 'em sprightly, And let's be red with mirth. POLIXENES, and Old Shep. Fie, daughter, when my old wife liv'd, upon This day, she was both pantler, butler, cook, Both dame and servant; welcom'd all, serv'd all; Wou'd sing her song, and dance her turn; now here, With labour; and the thing she took to quench it, Perd. Sir's welcome. It is my father's will, I'shou'd take on me And welcome to our shearing. Polix. Shepherdess, [To Polixenes and Camillo.. A fair one are you; well you fit our ages With flowers of winter. Perd. Here are flowers for you; Hot lavendar, mint, savoury, marjoram, L 6 [To olbers. Polix. 9 Vol. 1 The mary-gold, that goes to bed with the sun, Perd. Out alas! You'd be so clean, that blasts of January, Wou'd blow you thro' and thro'-now my fairest friend, To strow him o'er and o'er. Flor. What? like a coarse ? To Florizel. Perd. [apart to Florize] No, like a bank, for love to lie and play on. Not like a coarse-come, 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. Flor. 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; give alms; Pray, so; and for the ordering your affairs, To sing them to. When you do dance, I wish you Nothing but that; nove still, still so, And own no other function. Each your doing, Crowns what you're doing in the present deeds, Perd |