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in the place where Back-winter shall tumble, for fear of 'raying[139] his clothes:" or set down, "Enter Back-winter, with his boy bringing a brush after him, to take off the dust, if need require." But you will ne'er have any wardrobe-wit while you live: I pray you, hold the book well;[140] [that] we be not _non plus_ in the latter end of the play. SUM. This is the last stroke my tongue's clock must strike. My last will, which I will that you perform. My crown I have dispos'd already of. Item, I give my wither'd flowers and herbs Unto dead corses, for to deck them with. My shady walks to great men's servitors, Who in their masters' shadows walk secure. My pleasant open air and fragrant smells To Croydon and the grounds abutting round. My heat and warmth to toiling labourers, My long days to bondmen and prisoners, My short night[s] to young [un]married souls. My drought and thirst to drunkards' quenchless throats: My fruits to Autumn, my adopted heir: My murmuring springs, musicians of sweet sleep, To malcontents [who], with their well-tun'd ears,[141] Channell'd in a sweet falling quatorzain, Do lull their cares[142] asleep, listening themselves. And finally, O words, now cleanse your course Unto Eliza, that most sacred dame, Whom none but saints and angels ought to name, All my fair days remaining I bequeath To wait upon her, till she be return'd. Autumn, I charge thee, when that I am dead, Be prest[143] and serviceable at her beck, Present her with thy goodliest ripen'd fruits; Unclothe no arbours, where she ever sat, Touch not a tree thou think'st she may pass by. And, Winter, with thy writhen, frosty face, Smooth up thy visage, when thou look'st on her; Thou never look'st on such bright majesty. A charmed circle draw about her court, Wherein warm days may dance, and no cold come: On seas let winds make war, not vex her rest; Quiet enclose her bed, thought fly her breast. Ah, gracious queen! though summer pine away, Yet let thy flourishing stand at a stay. First droop this universal's aged frame, Ere any malady thy strength should tame. Heaven raise up pillars to uphold thy hand, Peace may have still his temple in thy land. Lo! I have said; this is the total sum. Autumn and Winter, on your faithfulness For the performance I do firmly build. Farewell, my friends: Summer bids you farewell! Archers and bowlers, all my followers, Adieu, and dwell with desolation: Silence must be your master's mansion. S
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