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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. This is a merry ballad, but a very pretty one.
Mop. Let's have some merry ones.
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 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..
Mop. O whither?
Mop. It becomes thy oath full well,
Thou to me thy secrets tell.
Dor. Me too, let me go thither :
Mop. Or thou goeft to th' grange, or mill,
Dor. If to either, thou doft ill:
Dor, What neither ?
Dor, Thou has sworn my love to be ;
Mop. Thou haft sworn it more to me :
Then whither goeft ? say, whither? Clo. We'll have this song out anon by ourselves : my father and the gentlemen are in sad 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 shall pay well for 'em.
Will you buy any tape, or lace for your cape,
My dainty duck, my dear-a?
And silk, and thread, any toys for your
Of the new'A, and fin'ft, fin's wear-a?
Come to the Pedler ; mony's a medler,
That doth utter all mens ware-a.
[Ex. Clown, Autolicus, Dorca's, and Mopfa,
Enter a Servant. Ser. (14) Mafter, there are three goat-herds, three fhepherds, three neat-herds, and three iwine-herds, that have made themselves all men of hair, they call them. felves 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 some, that know little but bowling,) it will pleafe 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 those, that refreth us : 'pray, let's see these four-threes of herdsmen.
Ser. One three of them, by their own report, Sir, hath danc'd before the King ; and not the worst of the three but jumps twelve foot and a half by th' square.
Shep. Leave your prating ; since these good men are pleas'd, let them come in ; but quickly now.
(14) Master, there are three Carters, three Shepherds, three Neat-herds, and three Swine-herds,] Thus all the printed copies hitherto. Now, in two Speeches after this, these 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, Shakespeare intended, all the four three's should have. I have therefore guess'd that
-Master, there are three Goat-herds, &r. And fo, I think, we take in the four Species of Cattle usually teaded by Herdsmeno
Here a Dance of twelve Satyrs.
Pol. O, father, you'll know more of that hereafter.
Is it not too far gone ? 'tis time to part them ;
He's simple, and tells much.-How now, fair shepherd ?
Your heart is full of something, that doth 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 ransack’d.
The pedler's filken treasury, and have pour'd it
To her acceptance ; you have let him go,
And nothing marted with him. If your lass
Interpretation should abuse, and call this
Your lack of love or bounty ; you were straited
For a reply, at least, if you make care
Of happy holding her.
Flo. Old Sir, I know,
She prizes not such trifles as these are ;
The gifts, she looks from me, are packt and lockt-
Up in my heart, which I have given already,
But not deliver'd. O, hear me breathe
Before this ancient Sir, who, it should seem,
Hath sometime lov'd. I take thy hand, this hand,
As soft as dove's down, and as white as it,
Or Ethiopian's tooth, or the fann'd snow
That's bolted by the northern blast twice o'er.
Pol. What follows this?
How prettily the young swain feems to wash
The hand, was fair before! I've put you out ;
But, to your protestation : let me hear.
What you profess:
Flo. Do, and be witness to’t. -
Pol. And this my neighbour too?
Flo. And he, and more
Than he, and men ; the earth, and heav'ns, and all ,
That were I crown'd the most imperial monarch
Thereof moft worthy, were I the fairest youth
That ever made eye swerve, had force and knowledge
More than was ever man's, I would not prize them
Without her love ; for her imploy them all ;
Commend them, and condemn them, to her service,
Or to their own perdition.
Pol. Fairly offer'd.
Cam. This thews a found affection.
Shep. But, my daughter,
the like to him?
Per. I cannot speak
So well, nothing so well, no, nor mean better:
By th pattern of mine own thoughts I cut out
The purity of his.
Shep. Take hands, a bargain ;
And, friends unknown, you shall bear witness to't:
I give my daughter to him, and will make
Her portion equal his.
Flo. O, that must be
I'th' virtue of your daughter; one being dead,
I shall have more than you can dream of yet,
Enough then for your wonder : but come on,
Contract us 'fore these witnesses.
Shep. Come, your hand,
And, daughter, yours.
Pol. Soft, swain, a-while ; 'beseech you,
Have you a father ?
Flo. I bave; but what of him?
Pol. Knows he of this ?
Flo. He neither does, nor shall.
Pol. Methinks, a father
Is, at the nuptial of his son, a guest
That best becomes the table : 'pray you once more,
Is not your father grown incapable
Of reasonable affairs ? is he not ftupid
With age, and alt'ring rheums ? can he speak? hear?
Know man from man? dispute his own estate?
Lies he not bed-rid ? and, again, does nothing,
But what he did being childish ?
Flo. No, good Sir ;
He has his health, and ampler strength, indeed,
Than most have of his age.
Pol. By my white beard,
You offer him, if this be so, a wrong
Something unfilial : Reason, my son
Should chuse himself a wife; but as good reason,
The father (all whose joy is nothing else
But fair posterity) should hold some counsel
In such a business.
Flo. I yield all this ;
Bat for some other reasons, my grave Sir,
Which 'tis not fit you know, I not acquaint
My father of this business.
Pol. Let him know't.
Flo. He shall not.
Pol. Pr'ythee, let him.
Flo. No; he must not.
Shep. Let him, my son, he shall not need to grieve At knowing of thy choice.
Flo. Come, come, he muft not :
Mark our contract.
Pol. Mark your divorce, young Sir,
Whom son I dare not call : thou art too base
To be acknowledg'd. Thou a fcepter's heir,
That thus affect'it a sheep-hook! Thou old traytor,
I'm sorry, that, by hanging thee, I can but
Shorten thy life one week. And thou fresh piece
Of excellent witchcraft, who of force must know
The royal fool thou, coap'st with
Shep. O my heart!
Pol. I'll have thy beauty scratch'd with briars, and
More homely than thy state. For thee, fond boy,
If I may ever know thou dost but figh
That thou no more shalt see this knack, as never
I mean thou shalt, we'll bar thee from succession ;
Not hold thee of our blood, no, not our kin,
Far than Deucalion off : mark thou
Follow us to the court. Thou churl, for this time,
Tho' full of our displeasure, yet we free thee
From the dead blow of it : and you, enchantment,
Worthy enough a herdsman ; yea him too,
That makes himself, but for our honour therein,