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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 horse-man, or a foot-man?
Aut. A foot-man, sweet Sir, a foot-man.
Clo. Indeed, he should be a foot-man, by the garments he hath left with thee; If this be a horse-man's coat, it hath seen very hot service. Lend me thy hand, I'll help thee: come, lend me thy hand. [Helping him up.
Aut. O! good Sir, tenderly, oh!
Clo. Alas, poor soul.
Aut. O, good Sir, softly, good Sir: I fear, Sir, my shoulderblade is out.
Clo. How now? canst stand?
Aut. Softly, dear Sir [Picks his pocket]; good Sir, softly; you ha' done me a charitable 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 anything 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 trolmy-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.t
Aut. 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 compassed a motiont 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 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 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'd 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 of you, and pace softly towards my kinsman's.
Clo. Shall I bring thee on the way?
*The machine used in the game of pigeon-holes.
Clo. Then fare thee well; I must go buy spices for our sheepshearing.
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, and my name put in the book of virtue !
Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way,
And merrily hent* the stile-a:
SCENE III.-The same. A Shepherd's Cottage.
Enter FLORIZEL and PERDITA.
Flo. These your unusual weeds to each part of you
And you the queen on't.
Per. Sir, my gracious lord,
To chide at your extremes,t it not becomes me;
To see you so attired; sworn, I think,
Flo. I bless the time,
When my good falcon made her flight across
Per. Now Jove afford you cause!
To me the difference || forges dread; your greatness
Nothing but jollity. The gods themselves,
* Object of observation.
II. e. of station.
As I seem now: Their transformations
Per. O but, dear Sir,
Your resolution cannot hold, when 'tis
Opposed, as it must be, by the power o' the king:
One of these two must be necessities,
Which then will speak; that you must change this purpose,
Flo. Thou dearest Perdita,
With these forced thoughts, I pr'ythee, darken not
I be not thine: to this I am most constant,
We two have sworn shall come.
Per. O lady fortune,
Stand you auspicious!
Enter SHEPHERD, with POLIXENES, and CAMILLO, disguised; CLOWN, MOPSA, DORCAS, and others.
Flo. See, your guests approach:
Address yourself to entertain them sprightly,
Shep. Fie, daughter! when my old wife lived upon
With labour; and the thing, she took to quench it,
Per. Welcome, Sir!
It is my father's will, I should take on me
The hostesship o' the day :-You're welcome, Sir! [To CAMILLO.
For you there's rosemary, and rue; these keep
Grace, and remembrance, be to you both,
(A fair one are you), well you fit our ages With flowers of winter.
Per. Sir, the year growing ancient,-
Pol. Wherefore, gentle maiden,
Per. Fort I have heard it said,
Pol. Say, there be;
Yet nature is made better by no mean,
But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art,
That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry
A gentler scion to the wildest stock;
And make conceive a bark of baser kind
By bud of nobler race; This is an art
Per. So it is.
Pol. Then make your garden rich in gilly-flowers, And do not call them bastards.
Per. I'll not put
The dibble in earth to set one slip of them:
This youth should say, 'twere well; and only therefore
Cam. I should leave grazing, were I of your flock,
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
For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st fall.
I. e. they are not wholly natural, but owe their streaks to the gardener's art.
From Dis's waggon! daffodils,'
That come before the swallow dares, and take
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:
In Whitsun pastorals: sure, this robe of mine
Flo. What you do,
Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet,
So, and own
Per. O Doricles,
Your praises are too large: but that your youth,
Flo. I think, you have
As little skillt to fear, as I have purpose
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; Too noble for this place.
Cam. He tells her something,
That makes her blood look out: Good sooth she is
Clo. Come on, strike up.
+ Green turf.