Then my account I well may give,

And in the stocks avouch it.

Sir: I have a kinsman not past three quarters of a mile hence, unto whom I was going; I shall there have money, or any thing I want: Offer me no money, I pray you; that kills my

Clo. What manner of fellow was he that robbed you?

My traffic is sheets; when the kite builds, look
to lesser linen. My father named me, Autoly-heart.
cus; who, being, as I am, littered under Mer-
cury, was likewise a snapper-up of unconsider-
ed trifles: With die, and drab, I purchased this
caparison; and my revenue is the silly cheat
Gallows, and knock, are too powerful on the
highway: beating, and hanging, are terrors to
me; for the life to come, I sleep out the thought
of it. A prize! a prize!

[Aside.

Aut. A fellow, Sir, that I have known to go about with trol-my-dames:* I knew him once a servant of the prince; I cannot tell, good Sir, for which of his virtues it was, but he was certainly whipped out of the court.

Clo. His vices, you would say; there's no virtue whipped out of the court; they cherish it, to make it stay there; and yet it will no more but abide.†

Aut. Vices I would say, Sir. I know this man well he hath been since an ape-bearer; then a process-server, a bailiff; then he compassed a motion of the prodigal son, and married a tinker's wife within a mile where my

Clo. Out upon him! Prig, for my life, prig: he haunts wakes, fairs, and bear-baitings. Aut. Very true, Sir; he, Sir, he; that's the rogue, that put me into this apparel.

Clo. I cannot do't without counters. Let me see; what am I to buy for our sheep-shear-land and living lies; and, having flown over ing feast? Three pounds of sugar; five pound of many knavish professions, he settled only in rogue: some call him Autolycus. currants; rice- What will this sister of mine do with rice? But my father hath made her mistress of the feast, and she lays it on. She hath made me four-and-twenty nosegays for the shearers: three-man song-men) all, and very good ones; but they are most of them means and bases: but one Puritan amongst them, and he sings psalms to hornpipes. must have saffron, to colour the warden pies; mace,-dates,-none; that's out of my note: nutmegs, seven; a race, or two, of ginger; but that I may beg;-four pound of prunes, and as many of raisins o'the sun.

Aut. O, that ever I was born!

[Grovelling on the ground.

I

Clo. I'the name of me,Aut. O, help me, help me! pluck but off these rags; and then, death, death!

Clo. Alack, poor soul! thou hast need of more rags to lay on thee, rather than have these

off.

Aut. O, Sir, the loathsomeness of them of fends me more than the stripes I have received; which are mighty ones and millions.

Clo. Alas, poor man! a million of beating

may come to a great matter.

Aut. I am robbed, Sir, and beaten; my money and apparel ta'en from me, and these detestable things put upon me.

Clo. What by a horse-man, or a foot-man? Aut. A foot-man, sweet Sir, a foot man. Clo. Indeed, he should be a foot-man, by the garments he has left with thee; if this be a horse-man's coat, it has seen very hot service. Lend me thy hand, I'll help thee: come, lend me thy hand. [Helping him up. Aut. O! good Sir, tenderly, oh! Clo. Alas, poor soul.

Clo. Not a more cowardly rogue in all Bohemia; if you had but looked big, and spit at him, h'd have run.

Aut. I must confess to you, Sir, I am no fighter: I am false of heart that way; and that

he knew, I warrant him.

Clo. How do you now?

Aut. Sweet Sir, much better than I was; I can stand and walk: I will even take my leave of you, and pace softly towards my kinsman's.

Clo. Shall I bring thee on the way?
Aut. No, good-faced Sir; no, sweet Sir.
Clo. Then fare thee well; I must go buy
spices for our sheep-shearing.

Aut. Prosper you, sweet Sir! [Exit CLOWN.] Your purse is not hot enough to purchase your spice. I'll be with you at your sheep-shearing too: If I make not this cheat bring out another, and the shearers prove sheep, let me be

unrolled, and my name put in the book of

virtue!

SCENE III.-The same.-A Shepherd's
Cottage.

Enter FLORIZEL and PERDITA.
Flo. These your unusual weeds to each part
of you

Aut. O, good Sir, softly, good Sir: I fear, Do give a life: no shepherdess; but Flora, Sir, my shoulder-blade is out.

Clo. How now? canst stand?

Aut. Softly, dear Sir; [Picks his pocket.] good Sir, softly: you ha' done me a charitable office.

Clo. Dost lack any money? I have a little money for thee

Aut. No, good sweet Sir; no, I beseech you,

Peering in April's front. This your sheep-
Is as a meeting of the petty gods. [shearing
And you the queen on't.

Per. Sir, my gracious lord,

To chide at your extremes, it not becomes me;
O, pardon, that I name them: your high self,
The gracious mark** o'the land, you have ob-
scur'd

With a swain's wearing; and me, poor lowly
maid,

The machine used in the game of pigeon-holes.

Sojourn.

Thief,

Excesses.

+ Puppet show.

Take hold of.

**Obiect of all men's refice.

Our rustic garden's, barren, and I care not
To get slips of them.

Pol. Wherefore, gentle maiden,
Do you neglect them?

Per. Fort I have heard it said,

There is an art, which, in their piedness, shares With great creating nature.

But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes,
Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses,
That die unmarried, ere they can behold
Bright Phœbus in his strength, a malady
Most incident to minds; bold oxlips, and
The crown-imperial; lillies of all kinds,
The flower-de-luce being one! O, these I lack,
To make you garlands of; and, my sweet
To strew him o'er and o'er.
[friend,

Flo. What like a corse?

Per. No, like a bank, for love to lie and play

on;

Not like a corse or if,-not to be buried,
But quick and in mine arms. Come, take
your flowers:

Methinks, I play as I have seen them do
In Whitsun' patorals; sure, this robe of mine
Does change my disposition.

Flo. What you do,

Still be ters what is done. When you speak,
sweet,

I'd have you to do it ever: when you sing,
I'd have you buy and sell so: so give alms;
Pray so; and, for the ordering your affairs,
To sing them too; When you do dance, I wish

you

A wave o'the sea, that you might ever do
Nothing but that; move still, still so, and own
No other function: Each your doing,
So singular in each particular, [deeds,
Crowns what you are doing in the present
That all your acts are queens.

Per. Ó Doricles,

Your praises are too large: but that your youth,
And the true blood, which fairly peeps through
it,

Do plainly give you out an unstained shepherd;
With wisdom I might fear, my Doricles,
You woo'd me the false way.

Flo. I think, you have

As little skill to fear as I have purpose

To put you to't.-But, come; our dance,
pray:

Your hand my Perdita: so turtles pair,
That never mean to part.

Per. I'll swear for 'em.

Upon the water, as he'll stand, and read,
As 'twere, my daughter's eyes: and to be plain,
I think there is not half a kiss to choose,
Who loves another best.

Pol. She dances featly.*

Shep. So she does any thing; though I re-
port it,

That should be silent: if young Doricles
Do light upon her, she shall bring him that
Which he not dreams of.

Enter a SERVANT.

Serv. O master, if you did but hear the pedlar at the door, you would never dance again after a tabor and pipe; no, the bagpipe could not move you: he sings several tunes, faster than you'll tell money; he utters them as he had eaten ballads, and all men's ears grew to their tunes.

Clo. He could never come better: he shall come in: I love a ballad but even too well; if it be doleful matter, merrily sit down, or a very pleasant thing indeed, and sung lamentably.

Serv. He hath songs, for man, or woman, of all sizes; no milliner can so fit his customers with gloves: he has the prettiest love-songs for maids; so without bawdry, which is strange; with such delicate burdens of dildos and fudings; jump her and thump her; and where some stretch'd-mouth rascal would, as it were, mean mischief, and break a foul gap into the matter, he makes the maid to answer, Whoop, do me no harm, good man; puts him off, slights him, with Whoop, do me no harm, good man.

Pol. This is a brave fellow.

Clo. Believe me, thou talkest of an admirable conceited fellow. Has he any unbraided wares ?t

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

Pol. This is the prettist low-born lass, that

ever

Ran on the green sward:t nothing she does,

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

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

Clo. You have of these pedlars, that have
more in e'm than you'd think, sister.
Per. Ay, good brother, or go about to think.

Enter AUTOLYCUs, singing.
Lawn, as white as driven snow;
Cyprus, black as e'er was crow;
Gloves as sweet as damask roses
s;
Masks for faces and for noses;
Bugl bracelet, neckless-amber,
Perfume for a lady's chamber :**
Golden quoifs, and stomachers,
For my lads to give my dears:
Pins and poking sticks of steel,
What maids lack from head to heel :
Come, buy of me, come; come buy ;
Buy, lands, or else your lasses cry ;
Come buy, &c.

Clo. If I were not in love with Mopsa, thou

should'st take no money of me; but being enthrall'd 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 hath 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.

D. Whither? M. O. whither? D. Whither"
M. It becomes thy oath juil 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 wy love to be;
M. Thou hast sworn it more to me:
Then, whither go'st? say, whither?
Clo. We'll have this song out anon by our

Clo. Is there no manners left among maids? will they wear their plackets, where they should bear their faces ? Is there not milking-selves; My father and the gentleman are in time, when you are going to bed, or kiln-hole, to whistle off these secrets; but you must be tittle-tattling before all your guests? 'Tis well they are whispering: Clamour your tongues,t

and not a word more.

Mop. I have done. Come, you promised me a twardy lace, and a pair of sweet gloves. Clo. Have I told thee, how I was cozened by the way, and lost all my money?

Ant. And, indeed, Sir, there are cozeners abroad; therefore it behoves men to be wary. Clo. Fear not thou, man, thou shalt lose nothing here.

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

Clo. 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.

Ant. Here's one to a very doleful tune, How a usurer's wife was brought to bed of twenty money bags at a burden; and how she longed to eat adders' heads, and toads carbonadoed. Mop. Is it true, think you?,

Ant. Very true; and but a month old. Dor. Bless me from marrying a usurer! Ant. 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.

Clo Come on, lay it by: And let's first see more ballads: we'll buy the other things anon. Ant. Here's another ballad, of a fish, that appeared upon the coast, on Wednesday the fourscore of April, forty thousand fathom above water, and sung this ballad against the hard hearts of maids; It was thought she was a woman, and was turned into a cold fish, for she would not exchange flesh with one that loved her: The ballad is very pitiful, and as

true.

Dor. It is true too, think you?

Ant. Five justices' hands at it; and witnes-
ses, more than my pack will hold.
Clo. Lay it by too: Another.

sad* talk, and we'll not trouble them: Come,
bring away the pack after me. Wenches, I'll
buy for you both :-Pedlar, let's have the first
choice.-Follow me, girls.

Ant. And you shall pay well for e'm. [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, fin'st wear-a?
Come to the pedler;

Money's a medler,

That doth utter† all men's ware-a.

[Exeunt CLOWN, AUTOLYCUS, DORCAS, and MOPSA.

Enter a SERVvant.

Serv. Master, there is three carters, three that have made themselves all men of hair;+ shepherds, three neat-herds, three swine-herds, they call themselves saltiers: and they have a dance which the wenches say is gailimaury|| of gambols, because they are not in't; but they themselves are o'the mind, (if it be not too rough for some, that know little but bowling,) it will please plentifully.

too much humble foolery already:-I know, Shep. Away! we'll none on't; here has been Sir, we weary you.

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

Serv. One 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 rating; since these good
ly now.
men are pleased, let them come in; but quick-

Re-enter SERVANT, with twelve Rustics habited
Serv. Why, they stay at door, Sir. [Exit.
like Satyres. They dance, and then exeunt.
Pol. O, father, you'll know more of that
hereafter.-
[them.-
Is it not too far gone?-'Tis time to part
He's simple, and tell's much. [Aside.]-How,
now, fair shepherd?

Ant. This is a merry ballad; but a very pretty Your heart is full of something, that does take

one.

Mop. Let's have some merry ones. Ant. 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 request, I can tell you.

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

Dor. We had the tune on't a month ago.
Ant. I can bear my part; you must know,
'tis my occupation: have at it with you.
SONG.

A. Get you hence, for I must go;
Where, it fits not you to know.

place.

Fire.place for dying malt; still a noted gosiping
Ring a dumb peal.

t Alace to wear about the head or waist.

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 have let him go,
And nothing marted** with him: if your last
Interpretation should abuse; and call this
Your lack of love, or bounty: you were strait-
For a reply, at least, if you make a care [edtt
Of happy holding her.

* Serious.

† Vend

Dressed themselves in habits imitating hair.
Satyres. Medley. Foot Rule.
**Bought, trafficked.

+ Put to difficulties.