No Fear Shakespeare: The Winter's Tale: Act 4 Scene 4 Page 8

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FLORIZEL I think you have As little skill to fear as I have purpose To put you to’t. But come; our dance, I pray: Your hand, my Perdita: so turtles pair, 180That never mean to part.	FLORIZEL I think you have as little cause to fear as I have intention to make you feel afraid. But come, dance with me please. Give me your hand, my Perdita, just as turtledoves pair for life and never part from one another.
PERDITA I’ll swear for ’em.	PERDITA I’ll swear to their philosophy.
POLIXENES This is the prettiest low-born lass that ever Ran on the green-sward: nothing she does or seems But smacks of something greater than herself, 185Too noble for this place.	POLIXENES She is the prettiest common girl that’s ever run across the lawn. Everything she does has an air of something greater than herself, something too noble for this place.
CAMILLO He tells her something That makes her blood look out: good sooth, she is The queen of curds and cream.	CAMILLO He’s saying something that makes her blush. Goodness, her complexion is as creamy as milk.
CLOWN Come on, strike up!	YOKEL Come on, play the music!
DORCAS 190Mopsa must be your mistre marry, garlic, To mend her kissing with!	DORCAS Mopsa will be your dance partner. Give her garlic to make her breath better!
MOPSA Now, in good time!	MOPSA Now, that’s enough!
CLOWN Not a word, a word; we stand upon our manners. Come, strike up!	YOKEL Don’t say a word. We’ll act with manners. Come, play the music!
Music. Here a dance of Shepherds and Shepherdesses	Music plays. The shepherds and shepherdesses dance.
POLIXENES 195Pray, good shepherd, what fair swain is this Which dances with your daughter?	POLIXENES Good shepherd, can you tell me who is the handsome young man dancing with your daughter?
SHEPHERD They call him Doricles; and boasts himself To have a worthy feeding: but I have it Upon his own report and I believe it; 200He looks like sooth. He says he loves my daughter: I think so too; for never gazed the moon Upon the water as he’ll stand and read As ’twere my daughter’s eyes: and, to be plain, I think there is not half a kiss to choose 205Who loves another best.	SHEPHERD They call him Doricles and say he has a valuable pasture. He’s told me so himself, and I believe him. He looks honest. He says he loves my daughter, and I think he does. He gazes into my daughter’s eyes as intently as the moon shines onto water. And, to be blunt, I don’t think there’s a way to tell from their kiss who loves the other more.