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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 she sings it; 'tis in request, I can tell you.
Mop. We can both sing 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.
A. Get you hence, for I must go;
D. Whither? M. O, whither? D. Whither?
D. Me too, let me go thither.
M. Or thou go'st to the grange, or mill:
A. Neither. D. What, neither? A. Neither.
Then, whither go'st? say, whither?
Clo. We'll have this song out anon by ourselves; My father and the gentlemen are in sado 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. [Aside.
Will you buy any tape,
Or lace for your cape,
Any toys for your head,
Come to the pedler;
Money's a medler,
Enter a Servant. Serv. Master, there is three carters, three shepherds, three neat-herds, three swine-herds, that have made themselves all men of hair ;8 they call themselves saltiers:' and they have a dance which the wenches say is a gallimaufry' of gambols, because they are not in't; but they themselves are o' the mind, (if it be not too rough for some, that know little but bowling,) it will please plentifully.
Shep. Away! we'll none on't; here has been too much humble foolery already:-I know, sir, we weary you.
Pol. You weary those that refresh us: Pray, let's see these four threes of herdsmen.
Serv. One three of them, by their own report,
? That doth utter -] To utter. To vend by retail.
$ all men of hair;] Men of hair, are hairy men, or satyrs. A dance of satyrs was no unusual entertainment in the middle ages.
- they call themselves saltiers :) He means Satyrs. ' gallimaufry –] A confused heap of things together.
sir, hath danced before the king; and not the worst of the three, but jumps twelve foot and a half by the squire.
Shep. Leave your prating: since these good men are pleased, let them come in; but quickly now.
Serv. Why, they stay at door, sir. [Exit.
Heit not after her, you'
Re-enter Servant, with Twelve Rusticks, habited like
Satyrs. They dance, and then exeunt.
after.3 Is it not too far gone?-'Tis time to part them.He's simple, and tells much. [Aside.]-How now,
fair shepherd? Your heart is full of something, that does take Your mind from feasting. Sooth, when I was
young, And handed love, as you do, I was wont To load my she with knacks: I would have ran
sack'd The pedler's silken 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 a 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 pack'd and lock'd Up in my heart; which I have given already,
? - by the squire.] i. e. by the foot-rule. Esquierre, Fr.
s Pol. O, father, you'll know more of that hereafter.] This is an answer to something which the Shepherd is supposed to have said to Polixenes during the dance.
4, straited ) i, e. put to difficulties.
But not deliver'd.-0, hear me breathe my life
Pol. What follows this? -
Do, and be witness to't.
And he, and more
ledge, More than was ever man's,—I would not prize them, Without her love: for her, employ them all; Commend them, and condemn them, to her ser
But, my daughter,
I cannot speak
Take hands, a bargain;-
:5— or the fann'd snow,
That's bolted, &c.] Thc fine sieve used by millers to separate flower from bran is called a bolting cloth.
I give my daughter to him, and will make
O, that must be
Come, your hand;—And, daughter, yours.
Pol. Soft, swain, awhile, 'beseech you;
I have: But what of him?
He neither does, nor shall.
No, good sir;
By my white beard,
o dispute his own estate?] Perhaps for dispute we might read compute: but dispute his estate may be the same with talk over his affairs. Johnson.