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Most incident to maids); bold oxlips and [125]
The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds,
The flower-de-luce being one. O, these I lack,
To make you garlands of; and my sweet friend,

To strew him o’er and o’er!

FLORIZEL
What, like a corpse?

PERDITA
No, like a bank, for love to lie and play on: [130]
Not like a corpse; or if − not to be buried,
But quick, and in mine arms. Come, take your flowers:

Methinks I play as I have seen them do
In Whitsun pastorals: sure this robe of mine
Does change my disposition.

FLORIZEL
What you do, [135]
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,
Pray so, and, for the ord’ring your affairs,

To sing them too: when you do dance, I wish you [140]
A wave o’ th’ sea, that you might ever do
Nothing but that, move still, still so,
And own no other function. Each your doing,
So singular in each particular,

Crowns what you are doing, in the present deeds, [145]
That all your acts are queens.

PERDITA
O Doricles,
Your praises are too large: but that your youth,

And the true blood which peeps fairly through ’t,
Do plainly give you out an unstain’d shepherd,
With wisdom I might fear, my Doricles, [150]
You woo’d me the false way.