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 gazing.
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Per. Out, alas!