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Rh And the true blood, which peeps forth fairly through it, Do plainly give you out an unstained shepherd; With wisdom I might fear, my Dorieles, You woo'd me the false way. 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, That never mean to part. Perdita. I'll swear for 'em. 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, 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."

This delicious scene is interrupted by the father of the prince discovering himself to Florizel, and haughtily breaking off the intended match between his son and Perdita. When Polixenes goes out, Perdita says,