It is my father's will I should take on me
The hostess-ship o' the day. [To Cam.] 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,
And welcome to our shearing!
Pol. Shepherdess,
A fair one are you, [well] you fit our ages
With flowers of winter.