Fall flowers: carnation, gillyvor / (race, bark, stock, bud, garden, slip)

The Winter’s Tale, [4.4.79-103]. Perdita. “Sir, the year growing ancient,/ Not yet on summer’s death, nor on the birth/ Of trembling winter, the fairest flow’rs o’ th’ season/ Are our carnations and streak’d gillyvors,/ Which some call nature’s bastards. Of that kind/ Our rustic garden’s barren, and I care not/ To get slips of them.” Polixenes. “Wherefore, gentle maiden,/ Do you neglect them?” Perdita. “For I have heard it said/ There is an art which in their piedness shares/ With great creating nature.” Polixenes. “Say there be;/ Yet nature is made better by no mean/ But nature makes that mean. So, over that art/ Which you say adds to nature, is an art/ That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry/ A gentler scion to the wildest stock,/ And make conceive a bark of baser kind/ By bud of nobler race. This is an art/ Which does mend nature, change it rather, but/ The art itself is nature.” Perdita. “So it is.” Polixenes. “Then make your garden rich in gillyvors,/ And do not call them bastards.” Perdita. “I’ll not put/ The dibble in earth to set one slip of them,/ No more than, were I painted, I would wish/ This youth should say ’twere well, and only therefore/ Desire to breed by me.”


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  1. Shakespeare’s Plants (alphabetical) « PLANTS Says:

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