My dainty duck, my dear-a? Any filk, any thread, Any toys for your bead, Of the new'ft, and fin'ft, fin'ft wear-a? Come to the pedler; Money's a medler. That doth utter all men's ware-a. [Exeunt Clown, Autolycus, Dorcas, and Mopfa. Enter a Servant. Ser. Mafter, there are three goat-herds, three fhepherds, three neat-herds, three fwine-herds, that have made themselves all men of hair; they call themselves, faltiers and they have a dance, which the wenches fay is a gallimaufry of gambols, because they are not in't; but they themselves are o'the mind, (if it be not too rough for fome, that know little but bowling) it will please plentifully. Shep. Away! we'll none on't; here has been too much homely foolery already :-I know, fir, we weary you. Pol. You weary thofe that refresh us: Pray, let's fee thefe four threes of herdfmen. Ser. One three of them, by their own report, fir, hath danc'd before the king; and not the worst of the three, but jumps twelve foot and a half by the fquare. W Shep. Leave your prating; fince these good men are pleas'd, let them come in; but quickly now. Ser. Why, they ftay at door, fir. x Here a dance of twelve Satyrs. Pol. O, father, you'll know more of that hereafter. utter]-bring forth. smen of hair;)]-hairy, fatyrs. 'faltiers :]-vaulters, tumblers. know little but bowling]--can only dance upon a bowling green. wjquire, rule. * O, father, you'll know more of that hereafter.]-This line is probably a reply to fome hint, thrown out by the old Jhepherd, of the certainty of a marriage between Florizel and Perdita, Is Is it not too far gone?-'Tis time to part them.- Your heart is full of fomething, that doth take To load my fhe with knacks: I would have ranfack'd * And nothing marted with him: If your lafs Of happy holding her. Flo. Old fir, I know, She prizes not fuch trifles as thefe are: The gifts, fhe looks from me, are pack'd, and lock'd, Or Ethiopian's tooth, or the fann'd fnow, That's bolted by the northern blasts twice o'er. How prettily the young swain seems to wash The hand, was fair before!—I have put you out :- y And nothing marted with him :]And made no purchase of him. 2 bolted]-fifted, purified. Than Than he, and men; the earth, the heavens, and all: That ever made eye fwerve; had force, and knowledge, Pol. Fairly offer'd. Cam. This fhews a found affection. Shep. But my daughter, Say you the like to him? Per. I cannot fpeak So well, nothing fo well; no, nor mean better: Shep. Take hands, a bargain;— And, friends unknown, you shall bear witness to't: Her portion equal his. Flo. O, that must be I'the virtue of your daughter: one being dead, Shep. Come, your hand; And, daughter, yours. Pol. Soft, fwain, a while, befeech you; Have you a father? Flo. I have: But what of him? Pol. Knows he of this? Flo. He neither does, nor fhall. Pol. Methinks, a father Is, at the nuptial of his fon, a guest That That best becomes the table. Pray you, once more; Is not your father grown incapable Of reasonable affairs? Is he not stupid With age, and altering rheums? Can he fpeak? hear? a Lies he not bed-rid? and again does nothing, But what he did being childish? Flo. No, good fir; He has his health, and ampler ftrength, indeed, Pol. By my white beard, You offer him, if this be fo, a wrong Something unfilial: Reafon, my fon Should chuse himself a wife; but as good reason, The father (all whofe joy is nothing else But fair pofterity) fhould hold fome counfel Flo. I yield all this; But, for fome other reafons, my grave fir, Which 'tis not fit you know, I not acquaint My father of this business. Pol. Let him know't. Flo. He fhall not. Pol. Pr'ythee, let him. Flo. No, he must not. Shep. Let him, my fon; he fhall not need to grieve At knowing of thy choice. Flo. Come, come, he must not : Mark our contract. Pol. Mark your divorce, young fir, [Difcovering himself. Whom fon I dare not call; thou art too base To be acknowledg'd: Thou a fcepter's heir, That thus affect'ft a fheep-hook !-Thou old traytor, a difpute his own eftate ?-affert, vindicate his title to it. VOL. II. T t I am I am forry, that, by hanging thee, I can but Shep. O, my heart! Pol. I'll have thy beauty scratch'd with briars, and made That thou no more fhalt never see this knack, (as never * Farre than Deucalion off: Mark thou my words; These rural latches to his entrance open, Or hoop his body more with thy embraces, Per. Even here undone ! [Exit. I was not much afeard: for once, or twice, e I told you, what would come of this: 'Beseech you, But milk my ewes, and weep. b knack,]-minx, toy, plaything. churl,]-ruftick. Farre]-further. this dream]-as for this dream. Cam. |