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.

SONG.

A. Get you hence, for I must go;
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 secrets tell:

D. Me too, let me go thither.

M. Or thou go'st to the grange, or mill:
D. If to either, thou dost ill.

A. Neither. D. What, neither? A. Neither.
D. Thou hast sworn my love to be;
M. Thou hast sworn it more to me:

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,
My dainty duck, my dear-a?
"Any silk, any thread,

Any toys for your head,
Of the new'st, and fin'st, fin'st wear-a?

Come to the pedler;
Torturi men's were

Money's a medler,
That doth utler' all men's ware-a.
[Exeunt Clown, AutoLycus, Dorcas,

and MopsA.

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.
Pol. O, father, you'll know more of that here-

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,

But not deliver'd.-0, hear me breathe my life
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 bolteds by the northern blasts twice o'er.

Pol. What follows this? -
How prettily the young swain seems to wash
The hand, was fair before!—I have 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, the heavens, and all:
That,-were I crown'd the most imperial monarch,
Thereof most worthy; were I the fairest youth
That ever made eye swerve; had force, and know-

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

vice,
Or to their own perdition.
Pol.

Fairly offer'd.
Cam. This shows a sound affection.
Shep.

But, my daughter,
Say you the like to him?
Per.

I cannot speak
So well, nothing so well; no, nor mean better:
By the 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:

: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
Her portion equal his.
Flo.

O, that must be
I'the 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, awhile, 'beseech you;
Have you a father?
Flo.

I have: 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 stupid
With age, and altering 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 choose 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.