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Per. Out, alas! You'd be so lean, that blasts of January Would blow you through and through. Now, my faireft
friend, I would, I had some flowers o'th' spring, that might Become your time of day; and yours,
Flo. What? like a coarse ?
Per. No, like a bank, for love to lie and play on; Not like a coarse; or if,—not to be buried But quick, and in mine arms. Come, take your flowers ; Methinks, I play as I have seen them do
n whitson pastorals: fure, this robe of mine Does change my disposition.
Fla. What you do, Still betters what is done. When you speak, (sweet) I'd have
do it ever ; when you sing,
Per. O Doricles,
Flo. I think, you have
Per. I'll swear for 'em.
Pol. This is the prettiest low-born lass, that ever
Cam. He tells her something, (13)
up Dor. Mopsa must be your mistress; marry, garlick to mend her kifling with
Mop. Now, in good time!
Cló. Not a word, a word; we fand upon our mansers; come, ftrike up.
Here a dance of Shepherds and Shepherdeffes. Pol. Pray, good shepherd, what fair swain is this, Who dances with your daughter?
He tells her Something, That makes her Blood look on't.) Thus all the old Editions corruptedlyn I dare say, I have restor'd the true Reading; and the Meaning must be this. The Prince tells her Something, that calls the Blood up into her Checks, and makes ber blush. She, but a little before, uses a like Expression to describe the Prince's. Sincerity, which appear'd in the honest Blood riGng on his Facc.
Tour Praises are too large; but that your Touth
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 : He looks like footh; he says, 'he loves my daughter, I think so 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 another best.
Pol. She dances featly.
Shep. So she does any thing, tho' I report it
Enter a Servant. Ser. O master, if you did but hear the pedler 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 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 fongs for man, or woman, of all fizes ; no milliner can fo fit his customers with gloves : he has the prettiest love-songs for maids, fo without bawdry, (which is strange) with such delicate barthens of dil-do's and fa-ding's : jump her and thump her: and where fome stretch-mouth'd rascal would, as it were, mean milchief, 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, da me na barn, good man.
Pol. This is a brave fellow.
Clo.. Believe me, thou talkeit of an admirable-conGited fellow ; has he any unbraided wares ? Ser. He hath ribbons of all the colours i'th' rainbow;
points, more than all the lawyers in Bohemia can learnedly handle, though they come to him by the gross ; inkles, caddiffes, cambricks, lawns; why, he fings them over, as they were Gods and Goddesses ; you would think a smock were a she-angel, he so chants to the sleeve-hand, and the work about the square on't.
Cle. Prythee, bring him in; and let him approach, singing
Per. Forewarn him, that he use no scurrilous words in's tunes.
Clo. You have of these pedlers that have more in 'em than you'd think, fifter. Per. Ay, good brother, or go about to think.
Enter Autolicus finging.
for nofes ;
my lads to give their dears :
Come buy, &c. Cle. If I were not in love with Mopfa, thou should'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 feast, but they come not too late now.
Dor. He hach 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 Thame 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 fecrets, but you must be tittle 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 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 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 widwife's name toʻt, one mistress Tale. porter, and five or fix honest wives that were present. Why should I
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 appeard upon the coait, 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 wa man, 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.