The Temple Shakespeare Volume 40

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1914 Excerpt: ...o' the day. To Cam.' You 're welcome, sir. Give me those flowers there, Dorcas. Reverend sir, 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! Pol. Shepherdess, A fair one are you, well you fit our ages With flowers of winter. Per. Sir, the year growing ancient, Not yet on summer's death, nor on the birth 80 Of trembling winter, the fairest flowers o' the season Are our carnations and streak'd gillyvors, 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. For I have heard it said There is an art which in their piedness shares With great creating nature. Pol. Say there be j Yet nature is made better by no mean, But nature makes that mean: so, over that art 90 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. Per. So it is. Pal. Then make your garden rich in gillyvors, And do not call them bastards. Per. I '11 not put The dibble in earth to set one slip of them; 100 No more than were I painted I would wish This youth should say 'twere well, and only therefore Desire to breed by me. Here 's flowers for you; Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram; The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun And with him rises weeping: these are flowers Of middle summer, and I think they are given To men of middle age. You're very welcome, Cam. I should leave grazing, were I of your flock And only live by grazing. Per. Out, alas! no You '1d...