Here a dance of Shepherds and Shepherdeffes.

Pol. Pray, good shepherd, what

Fair swain is this, which dances with your daughter? Shep. They call him Doricles; and he boasts himself To have a worthy feeding: but I have it

Upon his own report, and I believe it;

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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 stand, and read,
As 'twere, my daughter's eyes: and, to be plain,
I think, there is not half a kiss to chuse,

Who loves the other best.

Pol. She dances featly.

Shep. So fhe does any thing; though I report it,
That should be filent: if young Doricles

Do light upon her, she shall 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, faster than you'll tell money; he utters them as he

grew to his tunes. he shall come in: I

had eaten ballads, and all men's ears Clo. He could never come better: 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 sizes; no milliner can so fit his cuftomers with gloves: he has the prettiest love-fongs for maids; fo without bawdry,

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a worthy feeding :]-a goodly maintenance, fubftance. y footh :]-truth.

grew]-were rivetted as by a spell.

which is ftrange; with fuch delicate burdens of dil-do's and fadings: jump her and thump her; and where some ftretch-mouth'd rafcal would, as it were, mean mischief, 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.

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Clo. Believe me, thou talkeft of an admirable-conceited fellow. Has he any unbraided wares?

Ser. He hath ribbons of all the colours i'the rainbow; * points, more than all the lawyers in Bohemia can learn. edly handle, though they come to him by the grofs; inkles, cadiffes, cambricks, lawns: why, he fings them over, 'as they were gods or goddeffes: you would think, a fmock were a fhe-angel; he fo chants to the 'fleeve-band, and the work about the fquare on't.

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

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

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

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

fong.

Enter Autolycus, finging.

Lawn, as white as driven fnow;
Cyprus, black as e'er was crow;
Gloves, as fweet as damask roses;
Mafks for faces, and for nofes;

of dil-do's]-" with a hie dildo dill."-Burden and tune of an old

bfadings:]-dances.

• Whoop, do me no harm, good man ;]-The name of an old fong. unbraided]-fresh, choice, beyond what are merely braided.

points,]-laces.

1 fleeve-hand.

&fquare]-bofom.

Bugle

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Bugle bracelet, neck-lace amber,
Perfume for a lady's chamber;
Golden quoifs, and ftomachers,

For my lads to give their dears;
Pins, and poking-sticks of steel,
What maids lack from head to heel:

Come, buy of me, come: come buy, come buy;
Buy, lads, or else your laffes cry:

Come buy, &c.

Clo. If I were not in love with Mopfa, thou fhould'st take no money of me; but being enthrall'd as I am, it will also be the bondage of certain ribbons and gloves.

Mop. I was promised 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 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 whiftle off these secrets; but you must be tittle-tattling before all our guests? 'Tis well they are whispering: '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 money?

h neck-lace amber,]-bead amber, fit to perfume, &c.

i poking flicks]-plaiting-fticks.

kill-bole,]-the mouth of a kiln, or oven.

1 Charm your tongues-Hold your peace-bells are faid to be clamm'd, when the clappers are cover'd with felt, and the found thereby stifled. mfweet]-perfum'd.

Aut.

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

Clo. Fear not thou, man, thou shalt lofe nothing here. Aut. I hope fo, fir; 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, "a'-life; for then we are fure they are true.

Aut. Here's one,, to a very doleful tune, How an ufurer's wife was brought to bed with twenty money-bags at a burden; 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 should I carry lies abroad?

Mop. Pray you now, buy it.

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 fish, that appear'd upon the coaft, on Wednesday the fourfcore of April, forty thousand fathom 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 witnesses, more than my pack will hold.

Clo. Lay it by too: Another.

"a'-life ;]-at life, as I love my life.

• cold fifb, for]-the torpedo, or electrical eel, because.

Aut.

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 scarce a maid weftward, but she fings it; 'tis in request, 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.

SONG.

A. Get you bence, for I must ġo;

Where, it fits not you to know.

D. Whither? M. O, whither? D. Whither?

M. It becomes thy oath full well,

Thou to me thy fecrets tell :

D. Me too, let me go thither.

M. Or thou go'ft to the

grange, or mill:

D. If to either, thou doft ill.

A. 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 Pfad 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.