amongst them, and he sings psalms to hornpipes. 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 50 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? Clo. 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. Aut. O, good sir, tenderly, O! 48. warden pie, one made of 50. race, root. 52. raisins o' the sun, sundried raisins. 70 54. I the name of me, probably a vulgar oath of the type of Body o' me.' The Ff have me. The suggestion that the clown meant to say mercy is unlikely, as me would have 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 heart. my 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. 90 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 of 'pigeon-holes' (Fr. troumadame), in which balls were rolled through a series of openings made in a board. It was chiefly an indoors amusement for ladies. 98. no more but abide, merely make a brief sojourn. 102. compassed a motion, acquired a puppet show (in which the Prodigal Son was performed). 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 '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? 110 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 and my name put in the book of virtue! [Sings] Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way, And merrily hent the stile-a : A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a. 108. prig, thief. 130. unrolled, struck off the roll of thieves. 132. Jog on, jog on. [Exit. 130 with two similar stanzas, belonged to a song which was reprinted in 1661 in the collection of lyrics called An Antidote This, against Melancholy. SCENE IV. The 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 the queen on 't. Per. 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 To think your father, by some accident, 6. extremes, extravagant action (in assuming a shepherd's dress). 8. mark o' the land, the' observed of all observers.' 10. prank'd up, arrayed, decked out. II. mess, dish. ΤΟ 20 12. Digest it with a custom, carry it off through habit. 13. swoon, Hanmer's correction of Ff sworn, to which no 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? Flo. Apprehend Nothing but jollity. The gods themselves, Per. O, but, sir, Opposed, as it must be, by the power of the king: 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 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. 30 40 50 |
