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Pray you, Emilia,
Commend my best obedience to the queen;
If she dares trust me with her little babe,
I'll show't the king, and undertake to be
Her advocate to the loudest: We do not know
How he may soften at the sight of the child ;
The silence often of pure innocence
Persuades, when speaking fails.


Come on, poor babe : Some powerful spirit instruct the kites and ravens, To be thy nurses! Wolves, and bears, they say, Casting their savageness aside, have done Like offices of pity.



Innocence shall make
False accusation blush, and tyranny
Tremble at patience.



Poor wretch, That, thy mother's fault, art thus expos'd To loss, and what may follow !- Weep I cannot, But my heart bleeds: and most accurs’d am I, To be by oath enjoin'd to this.-Farewell! The day frowns more and more; thou art like to have A lullaby too rough.

A CLOWN'S DESCRIPTION OF A WRECK. I would, you did but see how it chafes, how it rages, how it takes up the shore! but that's not to the point: 0, the most piteous cry of the poor souls! sometimes to see 'em, and not to see 'em: now the ship boring the moon with her main-mast; and anon swallowed with yest and froth, as you'd thrust a cork into a hogshead. And then for the land service,To see how the bear tore out his shoulder-bonc; how he cried to me for help, and said, his name was Antigonus, a nobleman:-But to make an end of the ship:—to see how the sea flap-dragoned * it :--but, first, how the poor souls roared, and the sea mocked them; -and how the poor gentleman roared, and the bear mocked him, both roaring louder than the sea, or weather.

* Swallowed.


But, 0, thou tyrant! Do not repent these things; for they are heavier Than all thy woes can stir: therefore betake thee 'To nothing but despair. A thousand knees Ten thousand years together, naked, fasting, Upon a barren mountain, and still winter In storm perpetual, could not move the gods To look that way thou wert.


I have heard (but not believ'd) the spirits of the dead May walk again: if such thing be, thy mother Appear'd to me last night; for ne'er was dream So like a waking. To me comes a creature Sometimes her hcad on one side, some another; I never saw a vessel of like sorrow, So fill'd, and so becoming : in pure white robes, Like very sanctity, she did approach My cabin where I lay: thrice bow'd before me: And, gasping to begin some speech, her eyes Became two spouts: the fury spent, anon Did this break from her: Good Antigonus, Since fate, against thy better disposition, Hath made thy person for the thrower-out Of my poor babe, according to thine oath,Places remote enough are in Bohemia, There weep, and leave it crying; and, for the babe Is counted lost for ever, Perdita, I pr’ythee, call’t; for this ungentle business, Put on thee by my lord, thou ne'er shalt see Thy wife Paulina more :-and so, with shrieks, She melted into air. Affrighted much, I did in time collect myself; and thought This was so, and no slumber. Dreams are toys; Yet for this once, yea superstitiously, I will be squar'd by this.



Reverend sirs,
For you there's rosemary, and rue; these keep
Seeming, and savour*, all the winter long:
Grace, and remembrance be to you both,
And welcome to our shearing!

NATURE AND ART. Per. Sir, the year growing ancient,-Not yet on summer's death, nor on the birth Oftrembling winter,—the fairest flowers of the season Are our carnations, and streak'd gilliflowers, Which some call nature's bastards: of that kind Our rustic garden's barren ; and I care not To get slips of them. Pol.

Wherefore, gentle maiden, Do you neglect them? Per.

Fort I have heard it said, There is an art, which, in their piedness, shares With great creating nature. Pol.

Say, there be; Yet nature is made better by no mean, But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, -Which you say, adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock; And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race; This is an art Which does mend nature,—change it rather: but The art itself is nature.


I'll not put The dibblef in earth to set one slip of them;

+ Because that.

* Likeness and smell.
# A tool to set plants.

No more than, were I painted, I would wish [fore
This youth should say, 'twere well; and only there-
Desire to breed by me.--Here's flowers for you ;
Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram;
The marigold, that goes to bed with the sun,
And with bim rises weeping; these are flowers
Of middle summer, and, I think, they are given
To men of middle age.


Cam. I should leave grazing, were I of your flock, And only live by gazing. Per.

Out, alas! You'd be so lean, that blasts of January Would blow you through and through.--Now, my

fairest friend, I would, I had some flowers o' the spring, that might Become your time of day; and yours, and yours ; That wear upon your virgin branches yet Your maidenbeads growing:-0, Proserpina, For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis's* waggon! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids ; bold oxlips, and The crown-imperial ; Jilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one! 0, these I lack, To make yon garlands of; and, my sweet friend, To strew him o'er and o'er. A LOVER'S COMMENDATION.

What you do, Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, I'd have you do it ever: when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so; so give alms;

* Pluto.

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