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gap into the matter, he makes the maid to answer, Whoop, do me no harm, good man; puis him off, slights him, with Whoop, do me no harm, good mail. Pol. This is a brave fellow.

Clown. Believe me, thou talkest of an admirableconcciied fellow. Has he any unbraided wares ?

Ser. He hath ribands of all the colours i'the rain. bow; points, more than all the lawyers in Bohemia can learnedly handle, though they come to him by the gross; inkles, caddisses, cambricks, lawns: why, he sings them over, 'as they were gods or goddesses; you'would think, a smock were a she-angel; he 50 chants to the sleeve-hand, and the work about the square on't.

Clown. Pr'ythee, bring him in; and let him approach singing.

Per. Forewaru him, that he use no scurrilous words in his tunes.

Clown. You have of these pedlers, that have more in 'em than you'd think, sister. Per. Ay, good brother, or go about to think.

Enter AUTOLYCOS, singing.
Lawn, as white as driven snow;
Cyprus, black as e'er was crow;
Cloves, as sweet as damask roses;
Masks for faces, and for noses;
Bugle bracelet, necklace-amber,
Perfume for a lady's chamber:
Golden quoifs, and stomachers,
For my lads to give their dears;
l'ins, and poking-sticks of steel,
What maids lack from head to heel:
Come, buy of me, come; come buy, come buy;
Buy, lads, or else your lasses cry:
Come, buy, etc.

Clown. If I were not in love with Mopsa, thon should'st take no money of me; but being enthrallid as I am, it will also be the bondage of certain ribands and gloves.

Mop. I was promised them against the feast; but they come not too late now.

Dor. He hatli promised you more than that, or there be liars.

Mop. He hath paid you all he promised you: may be, he has paid you more'; which will shame you to give him again.

Clown. Is there no manners left among maids? will thcy wear their plackets, where they should bear their faces? Is there not milking-time, when you are going to bed, or kilnhole, to whistle off these secrets; but you must be titile-tattling before all our guests? 'Tis well they are whispering: Cla. inour your tongues, and not a word more.

Mop. I have done. Come, you promised me a tawdry lace, and a pair of sweet gloves.

Clown. Have I not told thee, how I was cozen'd by the way, and lost all my money?

Aut. And, indeed, Sir, there are cozeners abroad; therefore it behoves men to be wary.

Clown. Fear not thoil, man, thou shalt lose no. thing here.

Aut. I hope so, Sir; for I have about me many parcels of charge.

Clown. What hast here? ballads ?

Mop. Pray now, buy some: I love a ballad in print, a'life; for then we are sure they are true.

Aut. Here's one, to a very doleful tune, How a usurer's wife was brought to bed of twenty money. vags at a burden: and how she long'd to eat adder's heads, and toads carbonado'd.

Mop. Is it true, think you ?

Aut. Very true; and but a month old.
Dor. Bless me from marrying a ilsurer!

Aut. Here's the midwife's name to't, one mistress
Taleporter; and five or six honest wives' that were
present: Why should I carry lies abroad?
Mop. 'Pray you now, buy it.

Clown. Come on, lay it by: And let's first see more ballads; we'll buy the other things anon.

Aut. Here's another ballad, Of a fish, that ap. pear'd upon the coast, on Wednesday the fourscore of April, forty thousand fathom above water, and sung this bailad against the hard hearts of maids: it was thought, she was a woman, and was turn'd into a cold fish, for she would not exchange flesh with one that lov'd her: The ballad is very pitiful, aud

as trile.

Dor. Is it true too, think you?

Aut. Five justices' hands at it; and witnesses, more than my pack will hold.

Clown. Lay it by 100: Another.
Aut. This is a merry ballad; but a very pretty one.
Mop. Let's have some merry ones.

Aut. Why, this is a passing merry one; and goes to the tune of, Two maids wooing a man: there's scarce a maid westward, but she sings it; 'tis in requiest, I can tell yurl.

Mop. We can both sing it; if thou'lt bear a part, thou shalt hear; 'tis in three parts.

Dor. We had the tune out a month ago.

Aut. I can bear my part; you must know, 'tis my occupation: have at it with you.

SON G. A. Get you hence, for I must go; Where, it fits not you to know. D. IhitherM, 0, whither? D. Whither?

M. It becomes thy oath full well,
Thou to me thy secrets tell:
D. Me too, let me go thither.

M. Or thou go'st to the grange, or mill:
D. If to either thou dost ill.

A. Neither. D. What neither! A. Neither.
D. Thou hast sworn my love to be;
M. Thou hast sworn it more to me:

Then, whither go'st? say, whither?

Clown. We'll have this song out anon by oursel. ves: My father and the gentlemen are in sad talk, and we'll not trouble them: Come, bring away thy pack after me. Wenches, l'll buy for you both: Pedler, let's have the first choice. Follow me, girls.

Aut. And you shall pay well for 'em. [Aside.

Will you buy any tape,

Or lace for your cape,
My dainty duck, my dear-a?

Any silk, any thread,

Any toys for your head,
of the new'st, and fin'st, fins't wear-a?

Come to the pedler; - Money's a medler, That doth utter all men's wear-a. (Exeunt Clown, AUTOLYCUS, DORCAS, and MOPSA.

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Shep. Away! we'll none out; here has been too much homely foolery already: I know, Sir, we weary you.

Pol. You weary those that refresh us: Pray, let's see these four threes of herdsmen.

Ser. Due three of them, by their own report, Sir, hath danced before the King; and not the worst of the three, but jumps twelve foot and a half by the squire.

Shep. Leave your prating; since these good men are pleased, let ihem come in; but quickly now.

Ser. Why, they stay at door, Sir. [Exit. Re-enter Servant, with twelve rusticks habited like

Satyrs. They dance, and then exeunt.
Pol. O, father, you'll know more of that here:

after. Is it not too far gone? 'Tis time to part them. He's simple, and tells much. [ Aside. ] How now,

fair shepherd ? Your heart is full something, that does take Your mind from feasting. Sooth, when I was young, And handed love, as you do, I was wont To load my she with knacks: I would have ransack'd The pedler's silken treasury, and have pour'd it To her acceptance; you haye let him go, And nothing marted with him: If your lass Interpretation should abuse; and call this, Your lack of love, or bounty; you were straited For a reply, at least, if you make a care Of happy holding her.

Flo. Old Sir, I know She prizes not such trifles as these are: The gifts, she looks from me, are pack'd and lock'd Up in my heart; which I have given already,


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