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To put you to’t. But, come; our dance, I pray ;
Per. I'll swear for 'em.
Pol. “ This is the prettiest low-born lass, that ever « Ran on the green-ford ; nothing she does, or seems, But smacks of something greater than her self, Too noble for this place. . Cam. He tells her something, That makes her blood look (a) out : good footh,
she is The Queen of curds and cream:
Clo. Come on, strike up.
Dor. Mopsa must be your mistress ; marry, garlick to mend her kissing with
Mop. Now, in good time!
Clo. Not a word, a word; we stand upon our manners; come, strike up.
Here a dance of Shepherds and Shepherdesses. Pol. Pray, good shepherd, what fair swain is this Who dances with your daughter?
Shep. They call him Dericles, and he boafts himself To have : à worthy breeding ; but I have it Upon his own report, and I believe it : He looks like footh; he says, he loves my daughter, I think so too; for never gaz'd the moon Upon the water, as he'll stand and reads As 'cwere my daughter's eyes; and, to be plain, I think, there is not half a kiss to chuse: Who loves another best..
Pol. She dances featly.
Shep. She does any thing, tho' I report it That should be filent ;cif young Doricies. 133
Do light upon her, she shall bring him That
S CE N E VI.
Enter a Servant. Ser. O master, 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 sings several tunes, faster than you'll tell mony; he utters them as he had eaten ballads, and all mens' ears grew to his tunes.
Clo. He could never come better ; he hall come in; I love a ballad but even too well, if it be doleful matter merrily set down ; or a very pleasant thing indeed, and sung lamentably.
-Ser. He hach songs for man, or woman, of all fizes ; no milliner can so fit his customers with gloves: he has the prettiest love-songs for maids, lo without bawdry, (which is strange) with such delicate burthens of dil-do's and fa-ding's: jump her and thump her: and where some stretch-mouth'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 barm, good man ; puts him off, Nights him, with Whoop, do me no barm, good man.
Pol. This is a brave fellow.
Clo. Believe me, thou talkest of an admirable-conceited fellow; has he any unbraided wares ?
Ser. He hach ribbons of all the colours i'ch' rainbow; points, more than all the lawyers in Bohemia can learnedly handle, though they come to him by the gross ; inkles, caddisfes, cambricks, lawns ; why, he fings them over, as they were Gods and Goddesses; you would think a smock were a fhe-angel, he so chants to the (a) sleeve-band and the work about the square on't. ( (a) serve band. Oxford Editor -Valg: fleeve-band. )
- Clo. Pr’ythee, bring him in; and let him approach, singing
Per. Forewarn him, that he use no scurrilous words in's tunes.
Clo. You have of these pedlers that have more in 'em than you'd think, lifter.
Per. Ay, good brother, or go about to think.
Enter Autolicus singing.
Clo. If I were not in love with Mopfa, thou should'st take no mony 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 them against the feast, but they come not too late now.
Dor. He hath promis’d you more than that, of there be liars.
Mup. 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 mánners left among maids ? will they wear their plackets, where they should wear their
faces ? is there not milking-time, when you are going to bed, or kill-hole, to whistle of these secrets, but you muft be cittle-tattling before all our guests? '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 sweet gloves.
Clo. Have I not told thee how I was cozen'd by the way, and lost 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 lose nothing here.
Aut. I hope To, 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 usurer's wife was brought to bed with twenty mony bags at a burthen , and how she long'd to eat adders' heads, and toads carbonado'd.
Mop. Is it true, think you ?
Aut. Here's the widwife's name to't, one mistress Tale-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 ballads;' 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,
3 Clamour your tongues,] The phrase is taken from ringing. When bells are at the height, in order to cease them, the repetition of the strokes becomes much quicker than before ; this is calied clamouring them. The allusion is humourous,
forty thousand fadom above water, and sung this balhad 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 the sings it: 'tis in request, I can
Mop. We can both sing it; if thou'lt bear a pari, thou shalt 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 bence, for I must go,
Where it fits not you to know.
Thou to me thy secrets tell.