0. Ger. Give me my jewels! my jewels, I fayr. Ger. The jewels, Sir, fo well become my wife, I think you cannot in confcience demand them back. 0. Ger. How! what! Ang. They were his own free gift; he scorns to take what he has given me. Doc. C'eft vrai-'tis very true.- -Aha! etez vous marrie donc ?-e bien! blefsa you bot togeder, you prit littel devil you!- -Monfieur Girarde, you musta forgive dem.-Ecoutes-ve vill ave a de bon fuppé, et be ver merry tous enfemble-alla togeder; et donc ve vill hear les avantures de doctor Crifpin. Crif. Beatrice and I will tell you the whole ftory; And as we fnack'd the fees, we'll share the glory. FLO TH ACT I. Enter the KING and CAMILLO. KING. HOU know'ft, my worthy, my endear'd Camilla, With With the ftrange courfes he of late hath follow'd. I've had intelligence, the time he steals Beneath an aged fhepherd's fordid roof, Whose bleating flocks fpread o'er that beauteous vale Of all his neighbours, yea, from very nothing, Cam. I've heard of fuch a man, who hath a daughter Of note most rare, beyond her low eftate. King. Ay, that's the angle plucks him to his ruin. Fool! to be caught with fuch a paltry bait! 'A woman's bait!-'I cou'd have patience with him, But to confound him past all contradiction, ls much abus’d. I fcarce can think it true. King. I'll think as thou 'till I have prov'd the fact. [Exeunt. SCENE, A rural profpect near Alcon's houfe. Florizel. and Perdita difcover'd fitting. Flo. Thefe your unufual weeds, to each Do give a life: No fhepherdefs; but Flora, Peering in April's front. part of you This your sheep-fhearing ls as a meeting of the petty gods, And you the queen of it! Per. My gracious lord, To chide at your extremes it not becomes me : Flo. I blefs the time When my good falcon made her flight across Per. Now Jove afford you caufe: To me the diff'rence forges dread; your greatness Shou'd pass this way as you did. O the fates! Fl. Apprehend Nothing but jollity: The gods themselves, Since my wifhes run not before my honour,. Speak Speak to me, love! and charm me with thy voice. Per. I think you love me; and I think there is Fl. By heav'n, there's fuch a charm in all thy words, I wish I were just what you'd have me be; Diftinguifh'd only from the reft by love. But, deareft Perdita, with thefe forc'd thoughts thee darken not this day of mirth; I pray For, truft me, love, I will be ever thine. Be merry, gentle ! [Flourish.] The guests are come; let's in and entertain 'em :-- [Exeunt. SCENE, The Country. Enter King and Camillo Like old yeomen. King. I am certain it cannot be far off, though we have loft our way this merry fellow. Who have we here? We'll ask Enter Autolicus finging.. When daffodils begin to peere, With hey the doxy over the dale, Why then comes in the fweet o' the year; For the red blood reigns o'er the winter's pale.. The lark that tirra lyra chants, With hey, with hey the thrush and the jay, |