DOR. He hath promis'd you more than that, or there be liars. Mor. He hath pay'd you all he promis'd you may be, he has pay'd 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 should bear their faces? Is there not milking-time, when you are going to bed, or kill-hole, to whistle off these fecrets; but you must be tittle-tattling before all our guests? 'Tis well they are whifp'ring: Clamour your tongues, and not a word more. Mor. 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 money? Aur. And indeed, fir, there are cozeners abroad; therefore it behoves men to be wary. Clo. Fear not thou, man, thou shalt lose nothing here. Aur. I hope fo, fir; 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 a usurer's wife was brought to bed of twenty money-bags at a burthen; and how the long'd to eat adders' heads, and toads carbonado'd. Mor. Is it true, think you? AUT. Very true; and but a month old. DOR. Blefs me from marrying a usurer! AUT. Here's the midwife's name to't, one mistress Tale-porter; and five or fix honeft wives, that were pre- 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 fifh, that appear'd upon the coaft, on we'nsday the fourfcore of April, forty thousand fadom above water, and fung this ballad against the hard hearts of maids: it was thought, fhe 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 juftices' 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. AUT. Why, this is a paffing merry one; and goes to the tune of, Two maids wooing a man: there's scarce a maid weftward, but the fings it; 'tis in request, I can tell you. Mor. We can both fing it; if thou'lt bear a part, thou shalt 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. A. Get you bence, for I must go ; where, it fits not you to know. D. Whither? M. Ọ, whither? D. Whither? * M. It becomes thy oath full well, D. Me too, let me go thither. M. Or thou go'ft to the grange, or mill : Ă. Neither. D. What, neither? A. Neither. D. Thou haft fworn my love to be; M. Thou haft fworn it more to me: Then, whither go'ft? 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. Aur. "And you fhall pay well for 'em." or lace for your cape, my dainty duck, my dear-a; any filk, any thread, any toys for your head, of the new ft, and fin' come to the pedler; money's a medler, that doth utter all mens' ware-a. [fings. [Exeunt Clown, MOPSA, DORCAS, and AUTOLICUS. Enter a Servant. Ser. Mafter, there is three goat-herds, 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 : 29 three Carters, three 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. She. Away, we'll none on't; here has been too much homely foolery already : I know, fir, we weary you. Poi. You weary those that refresh us: 'pray, let's fee these four three's of herdsmen. Ser. One three of them, by their own report, fir, hath danc'd before the king; and not the worst of the three, but jumps twelve foot and a half by the square. She. Leave your prating; since these good men are pleas'd, let them come in ; but quickly now. Ser. Why, they stay at door, fir. Enter twelve Rufticks, presenting Satyrs. [Exit. Poz. O, father, you'll know more of that hereafter.— [rising from befide the Shepherd. "Is it not too far gone? 'Tis time to part them."He's fimple, and tells much." How now, fair fhepherd? 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 ranfack'd fquire 31 make a care FLO. Old fir, I know, She prizes not fuch trifles as these are: The gifts, the looks from me, are pack'd, and lock'd, That's bolted by the northern blasts twice o'er. 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 witness to't. Poz. And this † my neighbour too? Than he, and men; the earth, the heavens, and all: That, were I crown'd the most imperial monarch, Thereof moft worthy; were I the fairest youth That ever made eye 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. POL. Fairly offer'd. CAM. This fhews a found affection. She. But, my daughter, Say you the like to him? PER. I cannot fpeak So well, nothing fo well; no, nor mean better; |