Fie, daughter! when my old wife lived, upon
This day she was both pantler, butler, cook,
Both dame and
servant; welcomed all, served all;
Would sing her song and dance her turn; now here,
At upper end o' the
table, now i' the middle;
On his shoulder, and his; her face o' fire
With labour and the thing she took to quench
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
A way to make us better friends, more
Come, quench your blushes and present yourself
That which you are, mistress o' the feast: come
And bid us welcome to your sheep-shearing,
As your good flock shall prosper.
[To POLIXENES] Sir, welcome:
It is my father's will I should take on me
The hostess-ship o' the day.
You're welcome, sir.
Give me those flowers there, Dorcas. 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,
welcome to our shearing!
A fair one are youwell you fit our ages
With flowers of winter.
Sir, the year growing ancient,
Not yet on summer's death, nor on the birth
Of trembling winter, the fairest
o' the season
Are our carnations and streak'd gillyvors,
Which some call nature's bastards: of that kind
rustic garden's barren; and I care not
To get slips of them.
Wherefore, gentle maiden,
Do you neglect them?
For I have heard it said
There is an art which in their piedness shares
With great creating nature.
Say there be;
Yet nature is made better by no mean
But nature makes that mean: so, over that art
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
mend nature, change it rather, but
The art itself is nature.
So it is.
Then make your garden rich in gillyvors,
And do not call them bastards.
I'll not put
The dibble in earth to set one slip of them;
No more than were I painted I would wish
should say 'twere well and only therefore
Desire to breed by me. Here's flowers for you;
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