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That makes her blood look out: good footh, fhe is
The Queen of curds and cream.

Clo. Come on, strike up.

Dor. Miopja must be your miftrefs; marry, garlick to mend her kiffing with.

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Mop. Now, in good time!

Clo. Not a word, a word; we ftand upon our manners; come, ftrike up.

Here a dance of Shepherds and Shepherdeffes.

Pel. Pray, good fhepherd, what fair fwain is this Who 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 fays, he loves my daughter,
I think fo too; for never gaz'd the moon
Upon the water, as he'll ftand and read

As 'twere my daughter's eyes: and, to be plain,
I think, there is not half a kifs to chufe

Who loves another beft.

Pol. She dances featly.

Shep. So fhe does any thing, though I report it
That fhould be filent; if young Doricles

Do light upon her, fhe fhall bring him that
Which he not dreams of.

Enter a Servant.

Ser. O mafter, if you did but hear the pedler at the door, you would never dance again after a tabor and pipe: no, the bag-pipe could not move you; he fings feveral tunes, fafter 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 fhall come in ; I love a ballad but even too well, if it be doleful matter merrily fet down; or a very pleafant thing indeed, and fung lamentably.

Ser. He hath fongs for man, or woman, of all fizes no milliner can fo fit his cuftomers with gloves: he


has the prettieft love-fongs for maids, fo without bawdry, (which is ftrange) with fuch delicate burdens of dil-do's and fa-ding's: jump her and thump her: and, where fome stretch-mouth'd rafcal 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, flights him, with Whoop, do me no barm, good man.

Pol. This is a brave fellow.

Clo. Believe me, thou talkeft of an admirable-conceited fellow; has he any unbraided wares ?

Ser. He hath ribbons of all the colours i'th' rainbow; points, more than all the lawyers in Bohemia can learnedly handle, tho' they come to him by the grofs; inkles, caddiffes, cambricks, lawns; why, he fings 'em over, as they were gods and goddeffes; you would think a fmock were a fhe-angel, he fo chants to the fleeve-hand, and the work about the fquare on't.

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

Per. Forewarn him, that he ufe no fcurrilous words in's tunes.

Clo. You have of these pedlers that have more in them than you'd think, fifter.

Per. Ay, good brother, or go about to think..

Enter Autolicus finging.

Lawn as white as driven fnow,
Cyprus black as e'er was crow;
Gloves as fweet as damask roses,
Masks for faces and for nofes;
Bugle-bracelets, neck-lace amber,
Perfume for a lady's chamber:
Golden quoifs, and ftomachers,
For my lads to give their dears:
Pins, and poaking sticks of steel,

What maids lack from head to heel:

Come buy of me, come: come buy, come buy,
Buy, lads, or elfe your laffes cry.

Come buy, &c.


Clo. If I were not in love with Mopfa, thou should'st take no money of me; but being enthrall'd as I am, it' will alfo be the bondage of certain ribbons and gloves.

Mop. I was promis'd them againft the feaft, 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 he, he has paid you more; which will fhame you to give him again.

Clo. Is there no manners left among maids? will they wear their plackets, where they fhould bear their faces ? is there not milking-time, when you are going to bed, or kill-hole, to whiftle of these secrets, but you must be tittle-tatling before all our guefts? 'tis well, they are whispring clamour your tongues, and not a word more.

Mop. I have done: come, you promis'd me a tawdry lace, and a pair of fweet gloves.

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

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

Clo. Fear not thou, man, thou fhalt lofe nothing here. Aut. I hope fo, Sir, for I have about me many parcels of charge.

Clo. What haft here? ballads?

Mop. Pray now, buy fome; I love a ballad in print, or a life; for then we are fure, they are true.

Aut. Here's one to a very doleful tune, how a ufurer's wife was brought to bed with twenty money bags at a burden; and how the 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. Blefs me from marrying a usurer!

Aut. Here's the midwife's name to't, one mistress Tale-porter, and five or fix honeft wives that were prefent. Why should I carry lies abroad?

Mop. Pray you now, buy it.


Clo. Come on, lay it by; and let's firft fee more ballads; we'll buy the other things anon.

Aut. Here's another ballad, of a fifh that appear'd upon the coast, on Wednesday the fourfcore of April, forty thousand fadom above water, and fung this ballad against the hard hearts of maids; it was thought, fhe was a woman, and was turn'd into a cold fish, for fhe 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 juftices hands at it; and witneffes, more than my pack will hold.

Clo. Lay it by too: another.

Aut. This is a merry ballad, but a very pretty one. Mop. Let's have fome merry ones.

Aut. Why, this is a paffing merry one, and goes to the tune of two maids wooing a man; there's fcarce a maid weftward, but she fings it: 'tis in request, I can tell


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

Dor. We had the tune on't a month a-go.

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

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

Dor. Whither?

Mop. O whither?

Dor. Whither?

Mop. It becomes thy oath full well,
Thou to me thy fecrets tell.

Dor. Me too, let me go thither:

Mop. Or thou goeft to th' grange, or mill,
Dor. If to either, thou doft ill:

Aut. Neither.

Dor. What neither?

Aut. Neither.

Dor. Thou haft fworn my love to be;
Mop. Thou haft fworn it more to me:

Then whither goeft? fay, whither?

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Clo. We'll have this fong out anon by ourselves: my father and the gentlemen are in fad 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 firft choice; follow me, girls.

Aut. And you fhall pay well for 'em.


Will you buy any tape, or lace for your cape,
My dainty duck, my dear-a?

And filk, and thread, any toys for your head
Of the new'ft, and fin'ft, fin'ft ware-a?
Come to the pedler; money's a medler,
That doth utter all mens ware-a.

[Exit Clown, Autolicus, Dorcas, and Mopsa.

Enter a Servant.

Ser. (27) Mafter, there are three goat-herds, three fhepherds, three neat-herds, and three fwine-herds, that have made themfelves all men of hair, they call themfelves faltiers: and they have a dance, which the wenches fay is a gallymaufry of gambols, because they are not in't: but they themselves are o'th' 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, Sir, 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, Sir, bath danc'd before the King; and not the worft of the three but jumps twelve foot and a half by th' square.

(27) Mafer, there are three carters, three fhepherds, three neat-berds, and three fwine-berds.] Thus all the printed copies h therto. Now, in two speeches after this, these are call'd four three's of herdsmen. But could the carters properly be call'd berdfmen? at leaf, they have not the final fyllable, berd, in their names; which, I believe, Shakespeare intended, all the four threes fhould have, I have therefore guess'd that he wrote;-Mafter, there are three goat-herds, &c. And fo, I think, we take in the four species of cattle usually tended by berdsmen.


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