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Shep. They call him Doricles, and he boasts himself
Pol. She dances featly.
Shep. So she does any thing, tho' I report it That should be filent; if
Doricles Do light upon her, she shall bring him That Which he not dreams of.
Enter a Servant. Ser. O master, if you did but hear the pedlar at the door, you would never dance again after a tabor and pipe: no, the bag-pipe could not move you; he fings 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 shall 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 fung lamentably.
Ser. He hath 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, so 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 rafcal would, as it were, mean mifchief, and break a foul gap into the matter, he makes the maid to answer, Whoop, do me no barm, 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 talkęft of an admirable con: ceited fellow; has he any unbraided wares ? Ser. He hath ribbons of all the colours is th' rainbow ;
points, more than all the lawyers in Bohemia can learnedly handle, though they come to him by the grofs ; inkles, caddisses, 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 Neeve-hand and the work about the square on’t.
Clo. Pr’ythee, bring him in ; and let him approach, Singing,
Per. Forewarn him, that he use no fcurrilous words in's tunes.
Clo. You have of these pedlars that have more in 'em
Enter Autolicus finging.
my lads to give their dears :
Come buy, &c.
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, or there be liars.
Mop. He hath paid you all he promis'd you: 'may be, he has paid you more ; which will hame you to give him again.
Clo. Is there no manners 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 must be title tattling before all our guests ? , 'tis well, they are whispring : clamour your tongues, and not a word
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 for Sir, for I have:about me many para cels of charge.
Clo. What hast here? ballads?
Mop. Pray now, buy some; I love a ballad in print, or a life ; for then we are sure 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 the long’d to eat adders? heads, and toads carbonado'd.
Mop. Is it true, think you!
Aut. Here's the midwife's name to't, one miftress Tales 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 bal: lads ; 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 thousand fadom 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 filh, for she would not exchange Aesh with one that lov'd her: the ballad is
very pitiful, and as true.
Dor. Is it true too, think you
Clo. Lay it by too: another,
Aut. Why, this is a pafling merry one, and goes to the tune of, Two maids wooing a man; there's scarce a maid westward, but the fings it: 'tis in request, I can
Mop. 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.
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.-
Thou to me thy secrets tell.
grange, or mill.
Then whither geeft ? say, whitber?
Aut. And you shall pay well for 'em.
Your fora Oiha
My dainty duck, my dear a?
Shep. Away! we'll none on't; here has been too
Pol. You weary those, that refresh us : pray, let's see
Shep. Leave your prating ; fince these good pleas'd, let them come in ; but quickly now.
(14) Mafter, there are three Carters, ibree Sbepberds, tbree Neat-berds, and three Swine-berds,] Thus all the printed copies hitherto. Now, in two Speeches after this, there are called four three's of Herdsmen. But could the Carters properly be 'call’d Herdsmen? At least, they have not the final Syllable
, Herd, in their Names; which, I believe, Sbakespeare intended, all the four three's mould have. I have therefore guess'd that
-Mafter, tbere are abre Goat-herds, &c. And 10, I think, we take in the four Specics of Calcie usually tended by Herdsmer.
he wrote ;