Shep. They call him Doricles, and he boafts himfelf
To have a worthy feeding; but I have it
Upon his own report, and I believe it :

He looks like footh? he fays, he loves my daughter,
I think fo too; for never gaz'd the moon
Upon the water, as he'll ftand and read

As 'twere my daughter's eyes and, to be plain,
I think, there is not half a kifs to chuse
Who loves another beft.

Pol. She dances featly.

Shep. So the does any thing, tho' I report it
That should be filent; if young Doricles
Do light upon her, the fhall bring him That
Which he not dreams of.

Enter a Servant.

Ser. O mafter, 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 feveral tunes, fafter 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 fhall come in ; I love a ballad but even too well, if it be doleful matter merrily fet down; or a very pleasant thing indeed, and fung lamentably.

Ser. He hath fongs for man, or woman, of all fizes; no milliner can fo fit his cuftomers with gloves: he has the prettiest love-fongs for maids, fo without bawdry, (which is ftrange) with fuch delicate burthens of dil-do's and fa-ding's: jump her, and thump her and where fome ftretch-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 harm, good man; puts him off, flights him, with Whoop, do me no harm, good man.

Pol. This is a brave fellow.

Cle. Believe me, thou talkeft of an admirable conceited fellow; has he any unbraided wares?

Ser. He hath ribbons of all the colours i' th' rainbow;

points,

points, more than all the lawyers in Bohemia can learnedly handle, though they come to him by the grofs; inkles, caddiffes, cambricks, lawns; why, he fings them over, as they were Gods and Goddeffes; you would think a fmock were a fhe-angel, he fo chants to the fleeve-hand and the work about the fquare on't.

Clo. Pr'ythee, bring him in; and let him approach, finging,

Per. Forewarn him, that he ufe no fcurrilous words in's tunes.

Clo. You have of these pedlars that have more in 'em than you'd think, fister.

Per. Ay, good brother, or go about to think.

Enter Autolicus finging.

Lawn as white as driven fnow,
Cyprus black as e'er was crow;
Gloves as fweet as damask roses,
Masks for faces and for noses;
Bugle bracelets, neck-lace amber,
Perfume for a lady's chamber :
Golden quoifs, and ftomachers,
For my lads to give their dears:
Pins, and poaking flicks of steel,
What maids lack from head to heel:
Come buy of me, come: come buy, come buy,
Buy, lads, or elfe your laffes cry.

Come buy, &c.

Clo. If I were not in love with Mopfa, thou fhould'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 feaft, 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 fhame you to give him again.

Cla.

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 whiftle of these fecrets, but you muft be title tattling before all our guefts? '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 fweet gloves.

Clo. Have I not told thee how I was cozen'd by the way, and loft all my mony?

Aut. And, indeed, Sir, there are cozeners abroad, therefore it behoves men to be wary.

Clo. Fear not thou, man, thou fhalt lofe nothing

here.

Aut. I hope fo, 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 ufurer'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. Very true, and but a month old.

Dor. Blefs me from marrying a ufurer!

Aut. Here's the midwife's name to't, one mistress Taleporter, and five or fix honeft wives that were present. Why fhould I carry lies abroad?

Mop. Pray you now, buy it.

Clo. Come on, lay it by; and let's firft see more ballads; we'll buy the other things anon.

Aut. Here's another ballad, of a fish that appear'd upon the coaft, on Wednesday the fourfcore of April, forty thoufand 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 she would not exchange flesh with one that lov'd her: the ballad is very pitiful, and as true.

Der.

Dor. Is it true too, think you?

Aut. Five juftices hands at it; and witnesses, more than my pack will hold.

Clo. Lay it by too: another.

Aut. This is a merry ballad, but a very pretty one. Mop. Let's have fome merry ones.

Aut. Why, this is a paffing merry one, and goes to the tune of, Two maids wooing a man; there's fcarce a maid weftward, but the fings it: 'tis in requeft, I can tell you.

Mop. We can both fing 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 occupation: have at it with you.

Aut. Get you hence, for I must go,.
Where it fits not you to know.-

Dor. Whither ?

Mop.whither ?

Dor. Whither?

Mop. It becomes thy oath full well,
Thou to me thy fecrets tell.

Dor. Me too, let me go thither:

Mop. Or thou goeft to th' grange, or milli
Dor. If to either, thou doft ill:

Aut. Neither.

Dor. What neither?

Aut. Neither.

Dor. Thou haft fworn my love to be ;
Mop, Thou haft fworn it more to me :-

Then whither geeft ? 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.

Aut. And you fhall pay well for 'em.

SONG

Will you buy any tape, or lace for your cape,
My dainty duck, my dear a?

And filk, and thread, any toys for your head
Of the new'ft, and fin ft, fin'ft wear-a?
Come to the Pedler; mony's a medler,

That doth utter all mens ware-a.

[Ex. Clown, Autolicus, Dorcas, and Mopfa

Enter Servant.

Ser. (14) Mafter, there are three goat-herds, three fhepherds, three neat-herds, and three fwine-herds, that have made themselves all men of hair, they call themfelves Saltiers: and they have a dance, which the wenches fay is a gallymaufry of gambols, because they are not in't but they themselves are o'th' mind, (if it be not too rough for fome, 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 thofe, that refresh us: pray, let's fee thefe four-threes of herdfmen.

Ser. One three of them, by their own report, Sir, hath danc'd before the King; and not the worft of the three but jumps twelve foot and a half by th' fquare.

Shep. Leave your prating; fince thefe good men are pleas'd, let them come in; but quickly now.

(14) Mafter, there are three Carters, three Shepherds, three Neat-berds, and three Swine-berds,] Thus all the printed Copies hitherto. Now, in two Speeches after this, thefe are call'd four three's of Herdsmen. But could the Carters properly be call'd Herdfmen? At leaft, they have not the final Syllable, Herd, in their Names; which, I believe, Shakespeare intended, all the four three's fhould have. I have therefore guefs'd that he wrote; -Mafter, there are three Goat-herds, &c. And fo, I think, we take in the four Species of Cattle usually tended by Herdfmen.

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