Act 3 - Scene 4
The Shepherd's cottage.
Enter FLORIZEL and PERDITA
These your unusual weeds to each part of you
Do give a life: no shepherdess, but Flora
Peering in April's
front. This your sheep-shearing
Is as a meeting of the petty gods,
And you the queen on't.
Sir, my gracious lord,
To chide at your extremes it not becomes me:
O, pardon, that I name them! Your
The gracious mark o' the land, you have obscured
With a swain's wearing, and me, poor lowly
Most goddess-like prank'd up: but that our feasts
In every mess have folly and the feeders
with a custom, I should blush
To see you so attired, sworn, I think,
To show myself a glass.
I bless the time
When my good falcon made her flight across
Thy father's ground.
Now Jove afford you cause!
To me the difference forges dread; your greatness
Hath not been used to
fear. Even now I tremble
To think your father, by some accident,
Should pass this way as you did: O, the
How would he look, to see his work so noble
Vilely bound up? What would he say? Or how
I, in these my borrow'd flaunts, behold
The sternness of his presence?
Nothing but jollity. The gods themselves,
Humbling their deities to love, have taken
of beasts upon them: Jupiter
Became a bull, and bellow'd; the green Neptune
A ram, and bleated; and the
Golden Apollo, a poor humble swain,
As I seem now. Their transformations
Were never for
a piece of beauty rarer,
Nor in a way so chaste, since my desires
Run not before mine honour, nor my
Burn hotter than my faith.
O, but, sir,
Your resolution cannot hold, when 'tis
Opposed, as it must be, by the power of the king:
these two must be necessities,
Which then will speak, that you must
change this purpose,
Or I my life.
Thou dearest Perdita,
With these forced thoughts, I prithee, darken not
The mirth o' the feast. Or I'll be
thine, my fair,
Or not my father's. For I cannot be
Mine own, nor any thing to any, if
I be not thine. To this
I am most constant,
Though destiny say no. Be merry, gentle;
Strangle such thoughts as these with any
That you behold the while. Your guests are coming:
Lift up your countenance, as it were the day
celebration of that nuptial which
We two have sworn shall come.
O lady Fortune,
Stand you auspicious!
See, your guests approach:
Address yourself to entertain them sprightly,
And let's be red with mirth.
Enter Shepherd, Clown, MOPSA, DORCAS, and others, with POLIXENES and CAMILLO disguised
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