Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Perd. (Which some call Natures bastards) of that kind
Perd. Our rusticke Gardens barren, and I care not
Perd. To get slips of them.
Pol. Pol.
Pol. Wherefore (gentle Maiden)
Pol. Do you neglect them.
Perd. Perd.
Perd. For I haue heard it said,
Perd. There is an Art, which in their pidenesse shares
Perd. With great creating‑Nature.
Pol. Say there be:
Pol. Yet Nature is made better by no meane,
Pol. But Nature makes that Meane: so ouer that Art,
Pol. (Which you say addes to Nature) is an Art
Pol. That Nature makes: you see (sweet Maid) we marry
Pol. A gentler Sien, to the wildest Stocke,
Pol. And make conceyue a barke of baser kinde
Pol. By bud of Nobler race. This is an Art
Pol. Which do’s mend Nature: change it rather, but