. The comedy of The winter's tale;. where. At upper end o the table, now i the middle; On his shoulder, and his; her face o fire eo With labour, and the thing she took to quench it She would to each one sip. You are retired. As if you were a feasted one and not The hostess of the meeting: pray you, bid These unknown friends to s welcome; for it is 65 A way to make us better friends, more known. Come, quench your blushes and present yourself That which you are, mistress o the feast: come on. And bid us welcome to your sheep-shearing. As your good flock shall prosper. Perdita. [To Polixenes] Sir
. The comedy of The winter's tale;. where. At upper end o the table, now i the middle; On his shoulder, and his; her face o fire eo With labour, and the thing she took to quench it She would to each one sip. You are retired. As if you were a feasted one and not The hostess of the meeting: pray you, bid These unknown friends to s welcome; for it is 65 A way to make us better friends, more known. Come, quench your blushes and present yourself That which you are, mistress o the feast: come on. And bid us welcome to your sheep-shearing. As your good flock shall prosper. Perdita. [To Polixenes] Sir, welcome: 7o It is my fathers wiU I should take on me The hostess-ship o the day. \To Camillo] You re welcome, me those flowers there, Dorcas. Reverend you theres rosemary and rue; these keepSeeming and savour all the winter long: 75 Grace and remembrance be to you both,And welcome to our shearing! 60 shoulder, etc., , as she waited on the guests at rosemary and rue: symbols of grace and SCENE IV ] THE WINTERS TALE 61 Polixenes. Shepherdess,— A fair one are you—well you fit our agesWith flowers of winter. Perdita. Sir, the year growing ancient, Not yet on summers death, nor on the birth soOf trembhng winter, the fairest flowers,o the seasonAre our carnations and streakd some call natures bastards: of that kindOur rustic gardens barren; and I care notTo get slips of them. Poliocenes. Wherefore, gentle maiden, ss Do you neglect them? Perdita. For I have heard it said There is an art which in their piedness sharesWith great creating Say there be; Yet nature is made better by no meanBut nature makes that mean: so, over that art 9oWhich you say adds to nature, is an artThat nature So it is. Poliocenes. Then make your garden rich in gillyvors,And do not call them I U not put The dibble in earth to set one slip of them; loo 82 gillyvors. Note 22. 83 bastards — spurio
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