A gentler scion to the wildest stock; Pol. Then make your garden rich in gillyflowers, And do not call them bastards. Per. 2 I'll not put The dibble in earth to set one slip of them: fore Desire to breed by me.-Here's flowers for you; And only live by gazing. Per. Out, alas! You'd be so lean, that blasts of January Would blow you through and through.-Now, my fairest friend, I would, I had some flowers o'the spring, that might Your maidenheads growing:-0 Proserpina, That come before the swallow dares, and take 2 dibble] An instrument used by gardeners to make holes in the earth for the reception of young plants. But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes,3 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 Flo. What you do, Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, I'd have you buy and sell so; so give alms; To sing them too: When you do dance, I wish you So singular in each particular, Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds, O Doricles, 3 violets, dim, ́But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes,] I suspect that our author mistakes Juno for Pallas, who was the goddess of blue eyes. Sweeter than an eye-lid is an odd image, but perhaps heuses sweet in the general sense for delightful. JOHNSON. 4 — Each your doing, &c.] That is, your manner in each act crowns the act. Your praises are too large: but that your youth, And the true blood, which fairly peeps 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 'em. 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; Cam. He tells her something, That makes her blood look out: Good sooth, she is The queen of curds and cream. Clo. Come on, strike up. Dor. Mopsa must be your mistress: marry, gar lick, To mend her kissing with. Мор. Now, in good time! Clo. Not a word, a word; we stand upon our manners. Come, strike up. [Musick. 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 we stand, &c.] That is, we are now on our behaviour. a worthy feeding :] I conceive feeding to be a pasture, Upon his own report, and I believe it; He looks like sooth: He says, he loves my daugh ter; I think so too: for never gaz'd the moon Who loves another 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 Enter a Servant. Serv. O master, if you did but hear the pedler at the door, you would never dance again after a tabor and pipe; no, the bagpipe could not move you: he sings several tunes, faster 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 set down, or a very pleasant thing indeed, and sung lamentably. Serv. He hath songs, for man, or woman, of all sizes; no milliner can so fit his customers with gloves he has the prettiest love songs for maids; so without bawdry, which is strange; with such delicate burdens of dildos and fadings: jump her and thump her; and where some stretch-mouth'd rascal would, as it were, mean mischief, and break a foul gap into and a worthy feeding to be a tract of pasturage not inconsiderable, not unworthy of my daughter's fortune. JOHNSON. "He looks like sooth :] Sooth is truth. Obsolete. 8 -fadings: An Irish dance of this name is mentioned by Ben Jonson, in The Irish Masque at Court. the matter, he makes the maid to answer, Whoop, do me no harm, good man; puts him off, slights him, with Whoop, do me no harm, good man. Pol. This is a brave fellow. Clo. Believe me, thou talkest of an admirableconceited fellow. Has he any unbraided wares ?9 Serv. He hath ribands of all the colours i'the. rainbow; points, more than all the lawyers in Bohemia can learnedly handle, though they come to him by the gross; inkles, caddisses,' cambricks, lawns; why, he sings them over, 'as they were gods or goddesses; you would think, a smock were a sheangel: he so chants to the sleeve-hand, and the work about the square on't." Clo. Pr'ythee, bring him in; and let him approach singing. Per. Forewarn him, that he use no scurrilous words in his tunes. Clo. You have of these pedlers, 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; unbraided wares?] By unbraided wares, the Clown has he any thing besides laces which are braided, and are the principal commodity sold by ballad-singing pedlers. means, caddisses,] Caddis is, I believe, a narrow worsted galloon. I remember when very young to have heard it enumerated by a pedler among the articles of his pack. There is a very narrow slight serge of this name, now made in France. Inkle is a kind of tape also. MALONE. 2 the sleeve-hand, and the work about the square on't.] Perhaps the sleeves and bosom part of a shift. |