Pins, and pocking-flicks 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, &c.

CLOWN. 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 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.

CLOWN. 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 kiln-hole, to whistle off thefe fecrets; 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 promised me a tawdry lace, and a pair of sweet gloves.

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

way,

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

CLOWN. Fear not thou, man, thou fhalt lofe nothing here.

AUT. I hope fo, fir; for I have about me many parcels of charge.

CLOWN. What haft here? ballads?

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

AUT. 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 the long'd to eat adders' heads, and toads carbonado'd.

MOP. Is it true, think you?

Aur. Very true, and but a month old.

DOR. Bless me from marrying a ufurer!

AUT. Here's the midwife's name to't, one mistress Taleporter; and five or fix honeft wives' that were prefent: Why should I carry lies abroad?

Mop. 'Pray you now, buy it.

CLOWN. 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 fish, that appear'd upon the coaft, on Wednesday the fourfcore of April, forty thousand fathom above water, and fung this ballad against the hard hearts of maids : it was thought, she was a woman, and was turn'd into a cold fish, for fhe would not exchange flefh 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.

CLOWN. Lay it by too: Another.

Aur. This is a merry ballad; but a very pretty one. MOP. Let's have fome merry ones.

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

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

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

SONG.

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

DOR. Whither? Mor. 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 go'ft to the 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 goft? fay, whither?

CLOWN. 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 first choice. Follow me, girls.

[Afide.

[Exeunt CLOWN, AUTOLYCUS, DORCAS, and MOPSA.]

Enter a SERVANT.

SER. Master, there is three carters, 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 see these four threes of herdsmen.

SER. One three of them, by their own report, fir, hath danced before the king; and not the worst of the three, but jumps twelve foot and a half by the fquire.

SHEP. Leave your prating; fince these good men are pleafed, let them come in; but quickly now.

SER. Why, they stay at door, fir.

[Exit. Re-enter Servant, with twelve rufticks habited like Satyrs. They dance, and then exeunt.

POL. O, father, you'll know more of that hereafter.— Is it not too far gone?-'Tis time to part them.— He's fimple, and tells much. [Afide.]-How now,

shepherd ?

fair

Your heart is full of fomething, that does take
Your mind from feafting. 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 filken treasury, and have pour'd it To her acceptance; you have let him go, And nothing marted with him: If your lass

Interpretation fhould abuse; and call this,

Your lack of love, or bounty; your were ftraited
For a reply, at least, if you make a care
Of happy holding her.

FLO. Old fir, I know

She prizes not fuch trifles as these are:

The gifts, fhe looks from me, are pack'd and lock'd
Up in my heart; which I have given already,
But not deliver'd.-O, hear me breathe my life
Before this ancient fir, who, it should feem,
Hath sometime lov'd: I take thy hand; this hand,
As foft as dove's down, and as white as it ;
Or Ethiopian's tooth, or the fann'd fnow,
That's bolted by the northern blasts twice o'er.
POL. What follows this?-

How prettily the young fwain feems to wash
The hand, was fair before !I have put you out :-
But, to your proteftation; let me hear

What you profefs.

FLO. Do, and be witnefs to't.

POL. And this my neighbour too?

FLO. And he, and more

Than he, and men; the earth, the heavens, and all :
That, were I crown'd the moft imperial monarch,
Thereof moft worthy; were I the fairest youth

That ever made eyes fwerve; had force, and knowledge,
More than was ever man's,-I would not prize them,
Without her love: for her, employ them all;

Commend them, and condemn them, to her service,
Or to their own perdition.