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see; what I am to buy for our sheep-shearing feast? Three pound of sugar ; five pound of currants; rice
What will this sister of mine do with rice? But my father hath made her mistress of the feast, and she lays it on.
She hath made ine four-and-twenty nosegays for the shearers : three-man song-meno all, and very good ones; but they are most of them means 7 and bases : but one Puritan amongst them, and he sings psalms to hornpipes. I must have saffron, to colour the warden pies ;8 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
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 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 horse-man, or a foot-man?
Singers of catches in three parts.
8 A species of pears. VOL. IV.
Clo. Indeed, he should be a foot-man, by the garments he hath 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.
[Helping him up. Aut. O! good sir, tenderly, oh! Clo. Alas, poor
soul. Aut. O, good sir, softly, good sir: I fear, sir, my shoulder-blade 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 any thing I want : Offer me no money, I pray you; that kills my heart.
Clo. What manner of fellow was he that robbed
Aut. A fellow, sir, that I have known to go about with trol-my-dames :9 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
9 The machine used in the game of pigeon-holes.
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 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, h'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 himi.
Clo. How do you now?
Aut. Sweet sir, much better than I was; I can stand, and walk : I will even take my and pace softły towards my kinsman's.
Clo. Shall I bring thee on the way?
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, and my name put in the book of virtue!
leave of you,
Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way,
And merrily hent 4 the stile-a:
Your sad tires in a mile-a.
A Shepherd's Cottage.
Enter FLORIZEL and Perdita. 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
Sir, my gracious lord,
I bless the time,
Now Jove afford you cause! To me, the difference 8 forges dread; your greatness
4 Take hold of.
si, e. Of station.
Hath not been us'd to fear. Even now I tremble
pass this way, as you did : O, the fates !
O but, dear sir, Your resolution cannot hold, when 'tis Oppos'd, 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, Or I my life. Flo.
Thou dearest Perdita, With these forc'do thoughts, I pr’ythee, 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