The young people of Shakespeare's dramas . es to her 250 MAMILLIUS AND PERDITA. guests are finer than anything of the kindeither in the old or the new world of deserted babe has grown up an innocentmaiden— Pure as the fannd snow,Thats bolted by the northern blast twice oer— The unsophisticated child of nature, she cannot endure false colors in men, nor even inflowers. She loves not piedness in she does smacks of something greater;when she has put herself in gay attire asFlora, the royal blood within her stirs, and shefeels ^ her robe does change her disposition,and that
The young people of Shakespeare's dramas . es to her 250 MAMILLIUS AND PERDITA. guests are finer than anything of the kindeither in the old or the new world of deserted babe has grown up an innocentmaiden— Pure as the fannd snow,Thats bolted by the northern blast twice oer— The unsophisticated child of nature, she cannot endure false colors in men, nor even inflowers. She loves not piedness in she does smacks of something greater;when she has put herself in gay attire asFlora, the royal blood within her stirs, and shefeels ^ her robe does change her disposition,and that she speaks more loftily. E7iter Shepherd, with Polixenes and Camillo dis-guised; Clown, Mopsa, Dorcas, and others. Prince Florizel, also disguised in a rustichabit, is with Perdita, and he says: Flo. See, your guests approach: Address yourself to entertain them lets be red with mirth. Shep. Fie, daughter! when my old wife livd, uponThis day she was both pantler, butler, cook;Both dame and servant: welcomd all, servd all;. Maroillius and Perdita. Perdita and Polixenes^ MAMILLIUS AND PERDITA. 251 Would sing her song, and dance her turn; now here,At upper end o table, now, i the middle . Come, quench your blushes ; and present yourselfThat which you are, mistress o the feast: come on,And bid us welcome to your your good flock shall prosper. Per. [7b Polix.] Sir, welcome! It is my fathers will I should take on meThe hostess-ship o the day.—\_To Cam.] Youre welcome, sir!Give me those flowers there, Dorcas.—Reverend sirs,For you theres rosemary, and rue; these keepSeeming, and savor, all the winter long:Grace, and remembrance, be to you both,And welcome to our shearing! Pol. Shepherdess (A fair one are you), well you fit our agesWith flowers of winter. Per. Heres flowers for you; Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram;The marigold that goes to bed wi the with him rises weeping: these are flowersOf middle summer, and, I think, they are gi
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