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Here a dance of Shepherds and Shepherdesses.
Pol. Pray, good shepherd, what
Fair swain is this, which dances with your daughter?

Shep. They call him Doricles ; 'and he boasts himself
To have * a worthy feeding : but I have it
Upon his own report, and I believe it ;
He looks like ' footh : He says, he loves my daughter ;
I think so too ; for never gaz'd the moon
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 chuse,
Who loves the other best.

Pol. She dances featly.

Shep. So she does any thing; though I report it,
That should be filent: if young Doricles
Do light upon her, she shall bring him that
Which he not dreams of.

Enter a Servant. Ser. O master, if you did but hear the pedlar at the door, you would never dance again after a tabor and pipe; no, the bag-pipe 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 his 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 set down, or a very pleasant thing indeed, and sung lamentably.

Ser. 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,

* a worthy feeding :)-a goodly maintenance, substance. y footh:]-truth.

grow]-were rivetted as by a spell. which is strange ; with such delicate burdens of dil-do's and fadings : jump her and thump her; and where some stretch-mouth'd 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 barm, good man ; puts him off, nights him, with Whoop, do me no barm, good man.

which

Pol. This is a brave fellow.

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

Ser. He hath ribbons of all the colours i'the rainbow; points, more than all the lawyers in Bohemia can learn. edly handle, though they come to him by the gross; inkles, cadiffes, cambricks, lawns : why, he sings them over, 'as they were gods or goddesses: you would think, a smock were a fhe-angel; he so chants to the 'Neeve-band, and the work about the 3 square on't.

Clo. Pr’ythee, bring him in; and let him approach finging.

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

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

Enter Autolycus, singing.
Lawn, as white as driven fnow;
Cyprus, black as e'er was crow ;
Gloves, as sweet as damask roses ;
Masks for faces, and for noses ;

a of dil-do's] " with a hie dildo dill."-Burden and tune of an old song.

fadings :)-dances. · Whoop, do me no harm, good man ;]-The name of an old song. d unbraided ]-fresh, choice, beyond what are merely braided. e points, ]-laces. fleeve-hard. 8 square)—borom.

Bugle

Bugle bracelet, a neck-lace amber,
Perfume for a lady's chamber ;
Golden quoifs, and stomachers,
For my lads to give their dears;
Pins, and 'poking-sticks of steel,
What maids lack from head to beel:
Come, buy of me, come : come buy, come buy;
Buy, lads, 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 ribbons and gloves.

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

Dor. He hath promis'd you more than that, or there be liars.

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

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

Mop. I have done. Come, you promis'd me a tawdry lace, and a pair of " sweet gloves.

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

neck-lace amber,]-bead amber, fit to perfume, &c. i poking flieks)- plaiting-sticks. *kill-bole,]-the mouth of a kiln, or oven.

Charm your tongues--Hold your peace-bells are said to be clamm'd, when the clappers are cover'd with felt, and the found thereby stifled. m sweet)- perfum’d.

Aut.

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

Clo. Fear not thou, man, thou shalt lofe nothing here.

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

Clo. What haft 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 an usurer's wife was brought to bed with twenty money-bags at a burden; and how she long'd to eat adders' 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 usurer !

Aut. Here's the midwife's name to't, one mistress Tale. porter; and five or fix 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.

Aut. Here's another ballad, Of a fish, that appear'd 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 turn'd into a ocold fish, for she would not exchange flesh with one that lov'd her : The ballad is very pitiful, and as true.

Dor. Is it true too, think you?

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

Clo. Lay it by too : Another.

true.

n a'-life ;]—at life, as I love my life.
cold fish, for)-the torpedo, or electrical eel, because.

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 request, I can tell you.

Mop. We can both sing it; if thou'll hear a part, thou fhalt hear ; 'tis in three parts.

Dor. We had the tune on't a month ago.

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

s o N G.
A. Get you bence, for I must go ;
Wbere, it fits not you to know.

D. Whitber? M. O, 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 baft sworn my love to be ;
M. Thou hast tworn it more to me :

Then, wbither gost? say, whither? Clo. We'll have this song out anon by ourselves : My father and the gentlemen are in Psad talk, and we'll not trouble them : come, bring away thy pack after me. Wenches, I'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,

Pfad talk,}-serious conversation.

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