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 usurer! Aut. Here's the midwife's name to't, one Miftrefs 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 he was a woman, and was turn'd into a cold fifh, 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 fcarce a maid weftward but she sings 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. Mop. It becomes thy oath full well, Dor. Me too, let me go thither: Dor. What neither! Aut. Neither. Dor. Thou baft fworn my love to be. Mop. Thou baft fworn it more to me: Then whither goeft? 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: pedlar, let's have the firft choice; follow me, girls. Aut. And you fhall pay well for 'em. SONG. Will you buy any tape, or lace for your cape, Any filk, any thread, any toys for your bead 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. [Exeunt Cloron, Autolicus, Dorcas, and Mopfa. SCENE VII. Enter a Servant. Ser. Mafter, there are three goat-herds, three sheepherds, three neat-herds, and three fwine-herds that have made themfelves all men of hair, they call themselves fal tiers, 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 these four threes of herdfmen. 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' fquare. Shep. Leave your prating; fince thefe good men are pleas'd, let them come in, but quickly now. Flo. O, father, you'll know more of that hereafter. Pol. 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, To load my fhe with knacks: I would have ranfack'd Flo. Old Sir, I know She prizes not fuch trifles as thefe are; The gifts the looks from me, are packt and lockt How How prettily the young fwain seems to wash What you profefs. 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; Pol. Fairly offer'd. Cam. This fhews a found affection. Shep. But, my daughter, Say you the like to him? Per. I cannot fpeak So well, nothing fo well, no, nor mean better. Shep. Take hands, a bargain; And, friends unknown! you fhall bear witness to't: Her portion equal his. Flo. O, that must be I'th' virtue of your daughter; one being dead, Shep. Come, your hand; And, daughter, yours. Pol. Soft, fwain, a while; 'befeech you, Have you a father? Flo. I have; but what of him? Pol. Knows he of this? Flo. He neither does nor fhall. Pol. Methinks a father Is Is at the nuptial of his fon a guest That beft becomes the table: 'pray you once more, Of reasonable affairs? is he not stupid With age, and alt'ring rheums? can he fpeak? hear? Lyes he not bed-rid? and again does nothing Flo. No, good Sir;. He has his health, and ampler ftrength indeed Pol. By my white beard, You offer him, if this be so, a wrong Should chufe himself a wife, but as good reason Flo. I yield all this; But for fome other reasons, my grave Sir, My father of this business, Pol. Let him know't. 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 must not: Mark our contract. Pol. Mark your divorce, young Sir, [Discovering himself. Whom fon I dare not call: thou art too base To be acknowledg'd. Thou a scepter's heir That thus affect'ft a fheep-hook! Thou old traytor, I'm forry that by hanging thee I can But fhorten thy life one week. And thou fresh piece Shep. Oh my heart! Pol, I'll have thy beauty scratch'd with briars, and made More |