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Of prey,

The causes of their death appear, unto | The dry frowns more and more : thou art like Our shame perpetual: Once a day I'll visit A lullaby too rough: I never saw [to have Thechapel where they lie: and tears, shed there, the heavens so dim by day. A savage claShall be my recreation : So long as

mour ! Nature will bear up with this exercise, Well may I get aboard !--This is the chase; So long I daily vow to use it. Come,

I am gone for ever. [Exit, pursued by a Bear. And lead me to these sorrows. [Exeunt.

Enter an old Shepherd.
SCENE III. Bohemia.

Shep. I would, there were no age between ten

and three-and-twenty; or that youth would sleep A desert Country near the Sea. out the rest: for there is nothing in the between Enter ANTIGONUS, with the Child; and a Mariner. but getting wenches with child, wronging the

Ant. Thou art perfect then, our ship hath ancientry, stealing, fighting.--Hark you now! The deserts of Bohemia ? (touch'd upon Would any but these boiled brains of nineteen, Mar.

Ay, my lord, and fear and two-and-twenty, hunt this weather? They We have landed in ill time: the skies look grimly. have scared away two of my best sheep; which, And threaten present blasters. In my con- I fear, the wolf will sovner find, than the master: science,

if any where I have them, 'tis by the sea-side, The heavens with that we have in hand are browsing on ivy. Good luck, an't be thy will And frown upon us.

angry, what have we here? [Taking up the Child.) Mercy Ant. Their sacred wills be done !--Go, get on's, a barne; a very pretty barne! A boy or a aboard ;

child, I wonder? A pretty one; a very pretty Look to thy bark; I'll not be long, before one: Sure some scape: though I am not bookI call upon thee.

ish, yet I can read waiting-gentlewoman in the Mar. Make your best haste; and go not scape. This has been some stair-work, some Too far i'the land : 'tis

like to be loud wenther; trunk-work, some behind-door work: they were Besides, this place is famous for the creatures warmer that got this, than the poor thing is here. that keep upon't.

I'll take it up for pity: yet I'll tarry till my son Ant.

Go thon away:

come; he hollaed but even now. Whoa, ho hoa! I'll follow instantly.

Enter Clown.
I am glad at heart

Clo. Hilloa, loa !
To be so rid o'the business.

(Exit. Shp. What, art so near? If thou'lt see a thing Ant.

Come, poor babe to talk on when thou art dead and rotten, come I have heard (but not believ'd, the spirits of hither.

What ailest thou, inan? the dead

Clo. I have seen two such sights, by sea, and May walk again: if such thing be, thy mother by land ;-but I am not to say, it is a sea, for it Appear'd to me last night; for ne'er was dream is now the sky; betwixt the firmament and it, So like a waking. To me comes a creature, you cannot thrust a bodkin's point. Sometimes her head on one side, some another; Shep. Why, boy, how is it? I never saw a vessel of like sorrow,

Clo. I would, you did but see how it chafes, So fill'd, and so becoming: in pure white robes, how it rages, how it takes up the shore! but Like very sanctity, she did approach

that's not to the point : 0), the most piteous cry My cabin where I lay; thrice bow'd before me; of the poor souls! sometimes to see 'em, and not And, gasping to begin some speech, her eyes to see 'em : now the ship boring the moon with Became two spouts: the fury spent, anon

her main-mast; and anon swallowed with yest Did this break from her: Good Antigonus, and froth, as you'd thrust a cork into a hogsSince fate, against thy better disposition,

head. And then for the land service, --To see Hath made thy person for the throcer-out

how the bear tore out his shoulder-bone? how he Of my poor babe, according to thine oath, cried to me for help, and said, his name was Places remote enough are in Bohemia,

Antigonus, a nobleman :-- But to make an end There weep, and leave it crying; and, for the balue of the ship :-to see how the sea flap-dragoned Is counted lost for ever, Perdita,

it:-but, first, how the poor souls roared, and I prythee, cali't; for this ungentle bresiness,

the sea mocked them ;-and how the poor genPut on thee by my lord, thou ne'er shalt see tleman roared, and the bear mocked him, both Thy wife Paulina, more: and so with shrieks, roaring louder than the sea, or weather. She melted into air. Affrighted much,

Shop. 'Name of mercy, when was this, boy? I did in time collect myself; and thought Clo. Now, now; I have not winked since I This was so, and no slumber. Dreams are toys; saw these sights: the men are not yet cold Yet, for this once, yea, superstitiously,

under water, nor the bear hall dined on the I will be squard by this. I do believe gentleman; be's at it now. Hermione hath suffer'd death: and that Shep: 'Would, I had been by, to have helped Apollo would, this being indeed the issue the old man ! of king Polixenes, it should here be laid, Clo. I would you had been by the ship side, Either for life or death upon the earth to have helped her; there your charity would Of its right father.- Blossom, speed thee well? have lacked footing.

[Aside. (Laying down the Child. Shop. Heavy matters! heavy matters! but There lie; and there thy character; there these; look thee here, boy. Now bless thyself; thou

[Laying doron a Bundle. met'st with things dying,l with things new born. Which may, if fortune please, both breed thee, Here's a sight for thee; look thee, u bearingpretty,

cloth for a squire's child! Look thee here; take And still rest thine.-The storm begins:-Poor up, take up, boy; open't. So, let's see; It was wretch,

told me I should be rich, by the fairies: this is That, for thy mother's fault, art thus expos'd some changeling :-open't: What's within, boy? To loss, and what may follow !-Weep I cannot, Clo. You're a made old man; if the sins of But my heart bleeds; and most accurs d am I, your youth are forgiven you, you're well to live. To be by oath enjoin'd to this.-Farewell ! Goldi all gold !

Act Fourth.

Shep. This is fairy gold, boy, and 'twill prove thus to want thee: thou, having made me busiso: up with it, keep it close; home, home, the nesses, which none without thee can sufficiently next way. We are lucky, boy; and to be so still, manage, must either stay to execute them thyrequires nothing but secrecy,--Let my sheep self, or take away with thee the very services go :-Come, good boy, the next way home. thou hast done : which if I have not enough con

Clo. Go you the next way with your findings; sidered, as too much I cannot), to be more I'll go see if the bear be gone froin the gentle- thankful to thee, shall be my study; and my man, and how much he hath eaten; they are profit therein, the heaping friendships. Of that never curst, but when they are hungry; if fatal country, Sicilia, prythee speak no more: there be any of him left, r'll bury it.

whosevery naming punishes me with the rememShep. That's a good deed; If thou may'st dis- brance of that penitent, as thou call'st him, and cern by that which is left of him, what he is, reconciled king, my brother: whose loss of his fetch me to the sight of him.

most precious queen and children, are even now Clo. Marry, will l; and you shall help to put to be afresh lamented. Say to me, when saw'st him i' the ground.

thou the prince Florizel, my son? Kings are no Srp. 'Tis a lucky day, boy; and we'll do good less unhappy, their issue not being gracious, deeds on't.

(Exeunt. than they are in losing them, when they have

approved their virtues.

Cam. Sir, it is three days since I saw the prince: What his happier affairs may be, are to

me unknown: but I have missingly noted, he is Enter Time, as Chorus.

of late much retired from court; and is less freTime. I,—that please some, try all; both joy, quent to his princely exereises, than formerly and terror,

he hath appeared. Of good and bad; that make, and unfold error, with some care: so far, that

I have eyes under

Pol. I have considered so much, Camillo; and Now take upon me in the name of Time, To use my wings. Impute it not a crime, my service, which look upon his removedness: To me, or my swift passage, that I slide from whom I have this intelligence: That he O'er sixteen years, and leave the growth untried is seldom from the house of a most homely shepOf that wide gap; since it is in my power

herd : a man, they say, that from very nothing, To o'erthrow law, and in one self-born hour

and beyond the imagination of his neighbours, To plant and o'erwhelm custom. Let me pass

is grown into an unspeakable estate. The same I am, ere ancient'st order was,

Cam. I have heard, sir, of such a man, who Or what is now received: I witness to

hath a daughter of most rare note: the report The times that brought them in; so shall I do of her is extended more than can be thought to To the freshest things now reigning; and make begin from such a cottage. The glistering of this present, as my tale (stale

Pol. That's likewise part of my intelligence. Now seems to it. Your patience this allowing, But I fear the angle that plucks our son thither. I turn my glass; and give my scene such growing, Thou shalt accompany us to the place: where As you had slept between. Leontes leaving we will, not appearing what we are, have some The effects of his fond jealousies; so grieving, question with the shepherd : from whose simThat he shuts up himself; imagine me, plicity, I think, it not uneasy to get the cause Gentle spectators, that I now may be

of my son's resort thither. Prythee, be my In fair Bohemia ; and remember well, present partner in this business, and lay aside I mentioned a son o' the king's, which Florize the thoughts of Sicilia. I now name to you; and with speed so pace Cam. I willingly obey your command. To speak of Perdita, now grown in grace Pol. My best Camillo !-We must disguise Equal with wond'ring: What of her ensues,


[Eceunt. I list not prophesy; but let Time's news

SCENE II. The same.
Be known, when 'tis brought forth a shep- A Road near the Shepherd's Cottage
herd's daughter,

Enter AUTOLYCUS, singing.
And what to her adheres, which follows after,
Is the argument of time: Of this allow,

When do ffodils begin to peer,-
If ever you have spent time worse ere now:

With heigh! the docy over the dale,If never yet, that l'ime himself doth say,

Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year ; He wishes earnestly you never may. [Ecit.

For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale.

The white sheet bleaching on the hedge,

With, hey! the sweet birds, 0, how they sing! -
The same. A Room in the Palace of Polixenes. Doth sei my pugging tooth on edge;

For a quart of ale is a dish for a king.

The lark, that tirra-lirra chants, Pol. I pray thee, good Camillo, be no more importunate': 'tis a sickness, denying thee any Are summer songs for me and my aunts,

With, hey! vith, hey! the thrush and the jay:thing; a death, to grant this.

While we lie tumbling in the hay. Cam. It is fifteen years, since I saw my country: though I have, for the most part, been I have served Prince Florizel, and, in my time, aired abroad, I desire to lay my bones there. wore three pile; but now I am out of service: Besides the penitent king, my master, hath sent But shall I go mourn for that, my dart for me: to whose feeling sorrows I might be The pale moon shines by night: some allay, or I o'erween to think so; which is And when I wanuler here and there, another spur to my departure.

I then do most go right. Pol. As thou lovest me, Camillo, wipe not If tinkers may have leave to live, out the rest of thy services by leaving me now, Anul bear the smo-skin budget; the need I have of thee, thine own goodnes, Then my account I well may give, hath made; better not to have had thee, thau And in the stocks arouch it.

My traffick is sheets; when the kite builds, look tue whipped out of the court: they cherish it, to lesser linen. My father named me Autolicus; to make it stay there: and yet it will no more wlio, being as I am, littered under Mercury, but abide. was likewise a snapper up of unconsidered tri- Aut. Vices I would say, sir. I know this man fles: With die and drab, I purchased this ca- well: he hath been since an ape-bearer: then parison; and my revenue is the silly cheat:& process-server, a bailiff: then he compassed Gallows, and knock, are too powerful on the a motion of the prodigal son, and married a highway: beating, and hanging, are terrors to tinker's wife within a mile where my land and me; for the life to come, I sleep out the thought living lies: and, having flown over many knav. of it.-A prize! a prize!

ish professions, he settled only in rogue: some Enter Clown.

call him Autolycus. Clo. Let me see;-Every 'leven wether--tods; Clo. Out upon him! Prig, for my life, prig: every tod yields-pound and odd shilling: fifteen he haunts wakes, fairs, and bear-baitings. hundred shorn,- What comes the wool to ? Aut. Very true, sir; he, sir, he; that's the Aut. If the springe hold, the cock's mine. rogue, that put me into this apparel.

[ Aside. Clo. Not a more cowardly rogue in all BoheCle. I cannot do't without counters.--Let me mia; if you had but looked big, and spit at him, see; what am I to buy for our sheep-shearing he'd have run. feast? Three pounul of sugar; five pound of currants;

Aut. I must confess to you, sir, I am no fighter: rice-What will this sister of mine do with I am false of heart that way; and that he knew, rice? But my father hath made her mistress of Clo. How do you now? [I warrant bim. the feast, and she lays it on. She hath made Aut. Sweet sir, much better than I was; I me four-and-twenty nosegays for the shearers : can stand, and walk: I will even take my leave three-man song-men all, and very good ones;


and pace softly towards my kinsman's. but they are most of them means and bases: Clo. Shall I bring thee on the way? but one Puritan amongst them, and he sings Aut. No, good-faced sir; no, sweet sir. psalms to hornpipes. I must have saffron, to Clo. Then fare thee well; I must go buy spices colour the warden pies; mace,-dates--none; for our sheep-shearing. that's out of my note: nutmegs, seven: a race, or

Aut. Prosper you, sweet sir! Erit Clown.] tro of ginger ; but that I may beg ;--- four pound Your purse is not hot enough to purchase your of prunes, and as many of raisins o' the sun. spice. I'll be with you at your sheep-shearing Aut. O, that ever I was born!

too: If I make not this cheat bring out another, [Grovelling on the ground. and the shearers prove sheep, let me be unrolled, ('lo. I the name of me,

and my name put in the book of virtue! Aut. O, help me, help me! pluck but off these

Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way, rags; and then, death, death!

And merrily hent the stile-a: Clo. Alack, poor soul! thou hast need of more

A merry heart goes all the day, rags to lay on thee, rather than have these off.

Your sad tires in a mile-a. Aut. O, sir, the loathsomeness of them offends me more than the stripes I have received; which SCENE III. The same. A Shepherd's Cottage. are mighty ones and millions.

Enter FLORIZEL and PERDITA. Clo. Alas, poor man! a million of beating Flo. These your unusual weeds to each part may come to a great matter.

Aut. I am robbed, sir, and beaten; my money Do give a life: no shepherdess, but Flora, and apparel ta'en from me, and these detestable Peering in April's front. This your sheep-shearthings put upon me.

Is as a meeting of the petty gods, [ing Cle. What, by a horse-man, or a foot-man? And you the queen on't. Aut. A foot-man, sweet sir, a foot-man.


Sir, my gracious lord, Clo. Indeed, he should be a foot-man, by the To chide at your extremus, it not becomes me; garments he hath left with thee : if this be a 0, pardon, that I name them: your high self, horse-man's coat, it hath seen very hot service. The gracions mark o'the land, you have obscurd 1.end me thy hand, I'll help thee: come, lend With a swain's wearing; and me, poor lowly me thy hand.

[Helping him up. maid, dut. O! good sir, tenderly, oh!

Most goddess-like prank'd up:But that our feasts Clo. Alas, poor soul!

In every mess have folly, and the feeders Aut. O, good sir, softly, good sir: I fear, sir, Digest it with a custom, I should blush my shoulder-blade is out.

To see you so attired; sworn, I think, Clo. How now ? canst stand?

To show myself a glass. Aut. Softly, dear sir; [Picks his pocket) good Flo.

I bless the time, sir, softly; you ha' done me a charitable office. When my good falcon made her fiight across

Clo. Dost lack any money? I have a little Thy father's ground. money for thee.


Now Jove afford you cause! Aut. No, good sweet sir: no, I beseech you, To me, the difference forges dread; your greatsir: I have a kinsman not past three quarters ness of a mile hence, unto whom I was going: I shall Hath not been used to fear. Even now I tremble there have money, or any thing I want: Offer To think your father, by some accident, me no money, I pray you: that kills my heart. Shonld pass this way, as you did: 0, the fates!

Clo. What manner of fellow was he that rob- How would he look, to see bis work, so noble, bed you?

Vilely bound up? What would he say? Or how Aut. A fellow, sir, that I have known to go should I, in these my borrow'd flaunts, behold about with trol-my dames: I knew him once a The sternness of his presence ? servant of the prince: I can not tell, good sir,

Apprehend for which of his virtues it was, but he was cer- Nothing but jollity. The gods themselves, tainly whipped out of the court.

Humbling their deities to love, have taken Clo. His vices, you would say: there's no vir- The shapes of beasts upon them: Jupiter

of yon



Became a bull, and bellow'd; the green Neptune Per.

For I have heard it said. A ram, and bleated; and the fire-rob'd god, There is an art, which, in their piedness, shares Golden Apollo, a poor humble swain,

With great creating nature. As I seem now: Their transformations


Say, there be; Were never for a piece of beauty rarer;

Yet nature is made better by no mean, Nor in a way so chaste: since my desires But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Run not before mine honour; nor my lusts Which, you say, adds to nature, is an art Burn hotter than my faith.

That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we Per.

O but, dear sir, A gentler scion to the wildest stock; marry, Your resolution cannot hold, when 'tis

And make conceive a bark of baser kind, Opposed, as it must be, by the power o'the king: Bv bud of nobler race; This is an art (but One of these two must be necessities,

Which does mend nature,-change it rather:
Which then will speak; that you must change The art itself is nature.
Or I my life.

(this purpose,

So it is.
Flo. Thou dearest Perdita, not Pol. Then make your garden rich in gilli-
With these forc'd thoughts, I pr’ythee, darken And do not call them bastards. [flowers,
The mirth o' the feast: Or I'll be thine, my fair,


I'll not put Or not my father's : for I cannot be

The dibble in earth to set one slip of them : Mine own, nor any thing to any, if

No more than, were I painted, I would wish I be not thine: to this I am most constant, This youth should say, 'twere well; and only Though destiny say, no. Be merry, gentle;

therefore Strangle such thoughts as these, with any thing Desire to breed by me.-Here's flowers for you; That you behold the while. Your guests are Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram; coming :

The marigold, that goes to bed with the sun, Lift up your countenance; as it were the day And with him rises weeping; these are flowers Of celebration of that nuptial, which

Of middle summer, and I think, they are given We two have sworn shall come.

To men of middle age: You are very welcome. Per.

O lady fortune, Cam. I should leave grazing, were l of your Stand you auspicious!

And only live by gazing.

[flock, Per.

Out, alas! Enter Shepherd, with POLIXENES and CAMILLO,

You'd be so lean, that blasts of January disguised; Clown, MoPSA, DORCAS, and others.

Would, blow you through and through.-Now, Flo. See, your guests approach:

my fairest friend,

[might Address yourself to entertain them sprightly, I rondd, 'I had some flowers d' the spring, that And let's be red with mirth.

[upon Become your time of day; and yours; and yours: Shep. Fye, daughter! when my old wife liv'd That wear upon your virgin branches yet This day, she was both pantler, butler, cook; Both dame and servant: welcom'd all; serv'd For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st

Your maidenheads growing :-O Proserpina, all:

[liere, From Dis's waggon ! 'daffodils, Would sing her song, and dance her turn; now That come before the swallow dares, and take

(fall At upper end o' the table, now i' the middle;

The winds of March with beauty; violets, dim, On his shoulder, and his: her face o' fire [it, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, With labour; and the thing, she took to quench Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, She would to each one sip: You are retir'd,

That die unmarried, ere they can behold As if you were a feasted one, and not

Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady The hostess of the meeting: Pray you, bid These unknown friends to us welcome:' for it is Most incident to maids; bold oxlips, and A way to make us better friends, more known. The flower-de-luce being one! O, these I lack,

The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds, Come, quench your blushes; and present your- To make you garlands of; and, my sweet friend, self

[on, To strew him ver and o'er. That which you are, mistress o'the feast: Come


What? like e corse ? And bid us welcome to your sheep-shearing,

Per. No, like a bank, for love to lie and play As your good flock shall prosper.

Not like a corse: or if, -not to be buried, lon;
Welcome, sir! [To Pol.

But quick, and in mine arins. Come, take your It is my father's will, I should take on mo

flowers: The hostess-ship o'the day :-You're welcome, Methinks, I play as I have seen them do sir!


In Whitsun' pastorals : sure, this robe of mine Give me those flowers there, Dorcas.-Reverend

Does change my disposition. sirs,


What you do, For you there's rosemary, and rue; these keep still betters what is done. When you speak, Seeming, and savour, all the winter long:

sweet, Grace, and remembrance, be to you both,

I'd have you do it ever; when you sing, And welcome to our shearing!

I'd have you buy and sell so; so give alms;


Pray so; and, for the ordering your affairs, (A fair one are you), well you fit our ages

To sing them too : When you do dance, I wish With flowers of winter.

you Per. Sir, the year growing ancient, a wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Not yet on summer's death, nor on the birth Of trembling winter,-the fairest flowers o'the Nothing but that; move still, still so, and own

No other function : Each your doing, Are our carnations, and streak'd gilliflowers,

So singular in each particular, Which some call nature's bastards: of that kind Crowns what

you are doing in the present deeds,

That all your acts are queens. Oar rustick garden's barren; and I care not


O Doricles,
To get slips of them.

Your praises are too large; but that your youth,

Wherefore, gentle maiden, And the true blood, which fairly peeps through it Do you neglect them?




Do plainly give you out an unstain'd shepherd : fa smock were a she-angel; he so chants to the With

wisdom I might fear, my Doricles, sleeve-hand, and the work about the square You woo'd me the false way.


[proach singing. Flo.

I think, you have Cl. Prythee, bring him in; and let him apAs little skill to fear, as I have purpose Per. Forewarn him, that he use no scurrilous To put you to't.--- But, come; our dance, I pray: words in his tunes. Your hand, my Perdita : so turtles pair,

Clo. You have of these pedlers, that have That never mean to part.

more in 'em than you'd think, sister. Per.

I'll swear for 'em. Per. Ay, good brother, or go about to think. Pol. This is the prettiest low-born lass, that

Enter AUTOLYCUs, singing. ever

(seems, iawn, as white as driven snow ; Ran on the green-sward: nothing she does, or Cyprus, as black as e'er was crow ; But smacks of something greater than herself;

Gloves, as sweet as damask roses; Too noble for this place.

Masks for faces, and for noses ; Cam. He tells her something,

Bugle-bracelet, necklace=imber,
That makes her blood look out: Good sooth, Perfume for a lady's chamber:
The queen of curds and cream. (she is

Golden quoifs, and stomachers,
Come on, strike up.

For my lads to give their dears;
Dor. Mopsa, must be your mistress : marry, Pins, and poking-sticks of steel,
To mend her kissing with.


What maids lack from head to heel: Mop.

Now, in good time! Come, buy of me, come ; come buy, come buy; Cw. Not a word, a word; we stand upon our Buy, lads, or else your lasses cry;

Come, buy, &c. Come, strike up.

[Musick Clo. If I were not in love with Mopsa, thou Here a Dance of Shepherds and Shepherdesses. should'st take no money of me; but being enPol. Pray, good shepherd, what

thrall'd as I am, it will also be the bondage of Fair swain is this, which dances with your certain ribands and gloves. daughter?

[himself Mop. I was promis'd them against the feast; Shep. They call him Doricles, and he boasts but they come not too late now. To have a worthy feeding : but I have it

Dor. He hath promised you more than that, Upon his own report, and I believe it;

or there be liars. He looks like sooth: He says, he loves my Mop. He hath paid you all he promised you: daughter;

may be, he has paid you more, which will I think so too; for never gaz'd the moon shame you to give him again. Upon the water, as he'll stand, and read,

Clo. Is there no manners left among maids? As 'twere, my daughter's eyes: and, to be plain, will they wear their

plackets, where they should I think, there is not half a kiss to choose, bear their faces? Is there not milking-time, Who loves another best.

when you are going to bed, or kiln-hole, to Pol.

She dances featly. whistle of these secrets; but you must be tittleShop. So she does any thing; though I reportit, tattling before all our guests? "Tis well, they That should be silent; if young Doricles are whispering: Clamour your tongues, and not Do light upon her, she shall bring him that a word more. Which he not dreams of.

Mop. I have done. Come, you promised me Enter a Servant.

a tawdry lace, and a pair of sweet gloves. Serv. O master, if you did but hear the pedler Clo. Have I not told thee, how I was cozened at the door, you would never dance again after by the way, and lost all my money? u tabor and pipe; no, the bagpipe could not Aut. And, indeed, sir, there are cozeners move you: he sings several tunes, faster than abroad: therefore it behoves men to be wary. you'll tell money; he utters them as he had Clo. Fear not thou, man, thou shalt lose eaten ballads, and all men's ears grew to his nothing here. tunes.

Aut. I hope so, sir; for I have about me Clo. He could never come better: he shall many parcels of charge. come in: I love a ballad but even too well; if it Clo. What hast here? ballads? be doleful matter, merrily set down, or a very Mop. 'Pray now, buy some; I love a ballad pleasant thing indeed, and sung lamentably, in print, a'-life ; for then we are sure they are

Serv. He hath songs for man, or woman, of true. all sizes; no milliner can so fit his customers Aut. Here's one to a very doleful tune. How with gloves; he has the prettiest love-songs for a usurer's wife was brought to bed of twenty maids; so without bawdry, which is strange; money-bags at a burden; and how she longed with such delicate burdens of dillos and fallings; to eat adders' heads, and toads carbonadoed. jump her and thump her; and where some stretch- Mop. Is it true, think you? mouth'd rascal would, as it were, mean mis- Aut. Very true; and but a month old. chief, and break a foul gap into the matter, he Dor. Bless me from marrying a usurer! makes the maid to answer, Whoop, do me no Aut. Here's the midwife's name to t, one misharm, good man; puts him off, slights him, with tress Taleporter; and five or six honest wives Whoop, do me no harm, good man.

that were present: Why should I carry lies Fol. This is a brave fellow.

Mop. 'Pray you now, buy it. (abroad? Clo. Believe me, thou talkest of an admirable Clo. Come on, lay it by: And let's first see conceited fellow. Has he any unbraided wares? more ballads! we'll buy the other things anon.

S rv. He hath ribands of all the colours i' the Aut, Here's another ballad, of a tish, that rainbow; points more than all the lawyers in appeared upon the coast, on' Wednesday the Bohemia can learnedly handle, though they fourscore of April, forty thousand fathom above come to him by the gross; inkles, caddisses, water, and sang this ballad against the hard cam bricks, lawns: why, he sings them over, as hearts of maids: it was thought, she was a they were gods or goddesses; you would think, Woman, and was turned into a cold fish, for

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