Upon the water, as he'll ftand and read, As 'twere, my daughter's eyes: and, to be plain, POL. She dances featly. SHEP. So fhe does any thing, tho' I report it SER. O mafter, if you did but hear the pedlar at the door, you would never dance again after the 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 sizes; no milliner can fo fit his customers 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 fadings: "jump her and thump her:" and where fome stretchmouth'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 harm, good man;" puts him off, flights him, with "Whoop, do me no harm, 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, though they come to him by the grofs; inkles, caddiffes, cambricks, lawns; why, he fings them over, as they were gods and goddeffes; you would think a fmock were a fhe-angel, he fo chants to the fleeve band, 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 pedlars that have more in 'em than you'd think, fister. PER. Ay, good brother, or go about to think, Enter Autolycus finging. Lawn as white as driven fnow, Pins, and poaking-sticks of steel, What maids lack from head to heel; Come buy of me, come: come buy, come buy, Come buy, &c. CLO. If I were not in love with Mopfa, thou should't 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 promis'd there against 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 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 fhould wear their faces? is there not milking time, when you are going to bed, or kiln-hole, to whiftle of thefe fecrets, but you must be tittletattling before all our guests? 'tis well, they are whisp'ring. 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 loft all my mony? AUT. And, indeed, Sir, there are cozeners abroad: therefore it behoves men to be wary. CLO Fear not thou, man, thou shalt lofe nothing here. AUT. I hope fo, Sir, for I have about me many parcels of charge. CLO. What haft here? ballads? Mor. 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 an ufurer's wife was brought to bed with twenty mony 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. Blefs me from marrying an ufurer! AUT. Here's the midwife's name to't, one mistress Tale porter, and five or fix honest wives that were prefent. Why fhould I carry lies abroad? Mor. Pray you now, buy it. CLO. Come on, lay it by; and let's first see more ballad's 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 thoufand fathom above water, and fung this ballad against the hard hearts of maids; it was thought, he 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 justices 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. Mor. 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 fearce a maid weftward, but she fings it: 'tis in request I can tell you. Mor. 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. 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? Mor. O whither ? DOR. Whither? Mor. It becomes thy oath full well, Thou to me thy fecrets tell. DOR. Me too, let me go thither : Dor. If to either, thou doft ill: AUT. Neither. DOR. What neither. AUT. Neither, DOR. Thou haft fworn my love to be; Then whither goest? fay, whither? 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 first choice. Follow me, girls. AUT. And you shall pay well for 'em. So N G. Will you buy any tape, Or lace for your cape, Any toys for your head Of the new'ft, and fin'ft, fin'ft wear-a? Come to the pedler; Mony's a medler, That doth utter all mens wear-a? [afide. [Ex. Clown, Autolycus, Dorcas, and Mopfa, SCENE VII. Enter a Servant. SER. Master, there are three carters, three fhepherds, three neat-herds, and three fwine-herds, that have made themselves all men of hair, they call themselves Saltiers: |