SONG.

By the CLOWN, MOPSA, and Dorcas.

C. Get you hence, for I must go;

Where, it fits not you to know.

D. Whither? M. O, whither? D. Whither? M. It becomes thy oath full well,

Thou to me thy secrets tell:

D. Me too, let me go thither.

M. Or thou go'st to the grange, or mill;

D. If to either, thou dost ill.

C. Neither. D. What, neither? C. Neither. D. Thou hast sworn my love to be ;M. Thou hast sworn it more to me?

Then, whither go'st? say, whither?

Clown. We'll have this song out anon by ourselves: My father and the gentlemen are in sad talk, and we'll not trouble them:-Come, bring away thy pack after me. Wenches, I'll buy for you both. Pedler, let's have the first choice.-Follow me, girls.

Aut. And

you shall pay well for them.

Will you buy any tape,

Or lace for your cape,

My dainty duck, my dear-a? &c. &c.

[Sings.

[Exeunt AUTOLYCUS, CLOWN, Dorcas, MOPSA, NEATherd, Shepherds, and SHEPHERDESSES.

Pol. O, father, you'll know more of that hereafter.

How now, fair shepherd?

Sooth, when I was young,

I was wont

To load my she with knacks: I would have ran

sack'd

The pedler's silken treasury, and have pour'd it

To her acceptance; you have let him go,
And nothing marted with him.

Flo. She prizes not such trifles as these are;
O, hear me breathe my life

Before this ancient sir, who, it should seem,
Hath sometime lov'd: I take thy hand; this hand,
As soft as dove's down, and as white as it;
Or Ethiopian's tooth, or the fann'd snow,
That's bolted by the northern blasts twice o'er.
Cam. How prettily the young swain seems to wash
The hand, was fair before!

Pol. You have put him out:

But, to your protestation; let me hear

What you profess.

Flo. Do, and be witness to't.

Pol. And this my neighbour too?

Flo. And he, and more

Than he, and men; the earth, the heavens, and all:
That, were I crown'd the most imperial monarch,
Thereof most worthy; were I the fairest youth
That ever made eye swerve; had force, and know-
ledge,

More than was ever man's,-I would not prize them,
Without her love: for her, employ them all;

Commend them, and condemn them, to her service, Or to their own perdition.

Shep. But, my daughter,

Say you the like to him?

Per. I cannot speak

So well, nothing so well; no, nor mean better:
By the pattern of mine own thoughts I cut out
The purity of his.

Shep. Take hands, a bargain;

And, friends unknown, you shall bear witness to't:
I give my daughter to him, and will make

Her portion equal his.

Flo. O, that must be

I'the virtue of your daughter: One being dead,

I shall have more than you can dream of yet;
Enough then for your
wonder.

Shep. Come, your hand;

And, daughter, yours.

Pol. Soft, swain, a while, 'beseech you:

Have you a father!

Flo. I have: but what of him?

Pol. Knows he of this?

Flo. He neither does, nor shall.

Pol. Methinks a father

Is, at the nuptial of his son, a guest
That best becomes the table:

Reason, my son

Should chuse himself a wife; but as good reason,
The father (all whose joy is nothing else

But fair posterity), should hold some counsel
In such a business.

Flo. I yield all this;

But, for some other reasons, my grave sir,
Which 'tis not fit you know, I not acquaint
My father of this business.

Pol. Let him know't.

Flo. He shall not.

Pol. 'Pr'ythee, let him.

Flo. No, he must not.

Shep. Let him, my son; he shall not need to grieve

At knowing of thy choice.

Flo. Come, come, he must not :—

Our contract mark.

Pol. Mark your divorce, young sir;

Whom son I dare not call.

Thou a sceptre's heir,

[Discovering himself.

That thus affect'st a sheep-hook ?-Thou old traitor, I am sorry, that by hanging thee, I can but

Shorten thy life one week :-

Shep. Undone, undone!-I cannot speak, nor

think;

Nor dare to know that which I know.

Pol. And thou, fresh piece

[Exit SHEPHERD.

Of excellent witchcraft,-who, of force, must know, The royal fool thou cop'st with,

Per. O, my heart!

Pol. I'll have thy beauty scratch'd with briars, and made

More homely than thy state.-For thee, fond boy,If I may ever know thou dost but sigh,

That thou no more shalt see this knack, (as never I mean thou shalt), we'll bar thee from succession; Nor hold thee of our blood:

Mark thou my words:

Follow us to the court.

[CAMILLO throws off his Disguise.

Camillo, come.
And you, enchantment-

If ever, henceforth, thou

These rural latches to his entrance open,
I will devise a death as cruel for thee,
As thou art tender to it.-Follow, sir.-

[Exit POLIXEN ES.

Per. Even here undone!-
I was not much afear'd; for once, or twice,
I was about to speak; and tell him plainly,
The selfsame sun, that shines upon his court,
Hides not his visage from our cottage, but

Looks on all alike.-Wilt please you, sir, begone?
I told you, what would come of this: 'Beseech you,
Of your own state take care: this dream of mine,—
Being now awake, I'll queen it no inch further,
But milk my ewes, and weep.

Flo. Why look you so upon me?

I am but sorry, not afear'd; delay'd,

But nothing alter'd: What I was, I am :
Lift up thy looks :-

From my succession wipe me, father! I
Am heir to my affection.

Cam. Be advis'd,

Flo. I am; and by my fancy: if my reason
Will thereto be obedient, I have reason;
If not, my senses, better pleas'd with madness,
Do bid it welcome.

Cam. This is desperate, sir.

Flo. So call it; but it does fulfil my vow : Not for Bohemia, nor the

pomp that may Be thereat glean'd; for all the sun sees, or The close earth wombs, or the profound seas hide In unknown fathoms, will I break my oath To this my fair belov'd: Therefore I pray you, As you've e'er been my father's honour'd friend, When he shall miss me, (as, in faith, I mean not To see him any more,) cast your good counsels Upon his passion:

I am put to sea

With her, whom here I cannot hold on shore;
And, to our need most opportune, I have
A vessel rides fast by.

Hark, Perdita.

Cam. My lord,

Flo. I'll hear you by and by.

Cam. He's irremovable,

Resolv'd for flight: Now were I happy, if
His going I could frame to serve my turn;
Save him from danger, do him love and honour;
Purchase the sight again of dear Sicilia,
And that unhappy king, my master, whom
I so much thirst to see:-it shall be so.→

Sir,

Flo. Now, good Camillo,

Cam. Have you thought on A place, whereto you'll go?