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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 ballad's 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 thoufand 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 cold 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.
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'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 occu-
Where it fits not you to know.
Thou to me thy secrets tell.
Then whither goeft? say, whither? Clo. We'll have this song 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.
Or lace for your cape,
And filk, and thread,
Come to the pedler ;
's a medler,
[Ex. Clown, Autolycus, Dorcas, and Mopsa.
SCE N E VII. Enter a Servant. Ser. Master, there are three carters, three Thepherds, three neat-herds, and three swine-herds, that have made themselves all men of hair, they call themselves Saltiers :
and they have a dance, which the wenches say is a gally, maufry of gambols, because they are not in't: but they themselves are o'th' mind, if it be not too rough for some, 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 those, that refresh us. Pray, let's see these four threes of herdsmen.
Ser. One three of them, by their own report, Sir, hath danc'd before the king'; and not the worst of the three but jumps twelve foot and a half by the square.
Shep. Leave your prating ; fioce these good men are pleas'd, let them come in; but quickly now.
Here a dance of twelve satyrs.
Flo. Old Sir, I know,
Up in my heart, which I have given already,
Pol. What follows this?
Flo. Do, and be witness to't.
Flo. And he and more
Pol. Fairly offer'd.
Shep. But my daughter,
Per. I cannot speak
Shep. Take hands, a bargain;
And, friends unknown, you shall bear witness to't
Flo. O, that must be
Flo. Come, your hand,
Pol. Soft, swain, a while; 'beseech you,
Flo. I have; but what of him?
Pol. Methinks, a father
Flo. No, good Sir;