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That makes her blood look out: good footh, she is The Queen of curds and cream.
Clo. Come on, strike up.
Dor. Mopfa must be your mistress ; marry, garlick to mend her kissing with.
Mop. Now, in good time!
Cló. Not a word, a word; we stand upon our man ners; come, strike up.
Here a dance of Shepherds and Shepherdefes. Pol. Pray, good shepherd, what fair swain is this Who dances with your daughter?
Shep. They call him Doricles, and he boafts 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 beft.
Pol. She dances featly.
Shep. So she does any thing, though I report it That should be filent; if
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 feveral tunes, fafter than you'll tell money; he utters them as he had eaten ballads, and all men's ears grew to 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 sung lamentably.
Ser. He hath songs for man, or woman, of all fizes ; 30 milliner can so fit his customers with gloves : he
has the prettiest love-fongs for maids, so without bawdry, (which is strange) with such delicate burdens of dil-do's and fa-ding's : jump her and thump her : and where some stretch-mouth'd rascal 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, da me no harm, good man.
Pol. This is a brave fellow.
Clo. Believe me, thou talkeft of an admirable-conceited fellow; has he any
unbraided wares ? Ser. He hath ribbons of all the colours i'th'rainbow points, more than all the lawyers in Bohemio can learnedly handle, tho' they come to him by the gross ; inkles, caddiffes, cambricks, lawns; why, he fings 'em over, as they were gods and godde fles; you would think a smock were a fhe-angel, he fo chants to the fleeve-hand, and the work about the square on't.
Prythee, bring him in; and let him approach, finging.
Per. Forewarn him, that he use no scurrilous words in's tunes.
Clo. You have of these pedlers that have more in them than you'd think, fifter. Per, Ay, good brother, or go about to think,
Enter Autolicus finging.
Clo. If I were not in love with Mopfa, thou should's 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 promis'd them againft the feast, 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 whistle of these secrets, but you muft be tittle-tatling before all our guefts? 'tis well, they are whispring: clamour your tongues, and not a word more.
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 money?
Aut. And, indeed, Sir, there are cozeners abroad, therefore it behoves men to be wary.
Clo. Fear nor thou, man, thou shalt lose nothing here.
Aut. I hope fo, Sir, for I have about me many parcels of charge.
Clo. What hart here? ballads?
Mop. Pray now, buy some; 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 money bags at a burden ; and how she long'd to eat adder's heads, and toads carbonado'd.
Mop. Is it true, think you ?
Aut. Here's the midwife's name to’t, one mistress
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 coast, on Wednesday the fourscore of April, forty thousand fadom above water, and sung this bal. Jad against the hard hearts of maids ; it was thought, she was a woman, 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.
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. Why, this is a pafling merry one, and goes to the tune of two maids wooing a man; there's scarce a maid westward, but she fings it: 'tis in request, I can tell you.
Mop. We can both fing it; if thou'lt bear a part, thou shalt hear, 'tis in three parts.
Dor. We had the tune on't a month a-go.
Aut. I can bear my part ; you must know, 'tis my occupation : have at it with you.
Aut. Get you hence, for I must go,
Where it fits not you to know.
Thou to me thy secrets tell.
Clo. We'll have this song 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, l'll buy for you both: pedler, let's have the forft choice; follow me, girls. Aut. And you fall pay well for 'em.
S ON G.
My dainty duck, my dear-a?
Enter a Servant. Ser. (27) Mafter, there are three goat-herds, three Shepherds, three neat-herds, and three swine-herds, that have made themselves all men of hair, they call themfelves faltiers: 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 some, 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 those, that refresh us : 'pray, let's see these four-threes of herdsmen,
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' square.
(27) Mafter, there are three carters, three pepberds, ibree neat-berds, and three swine-berds.] Thus all the printed copies hitherto. Now, in two speeches after this, these are call'd four three's of berdsmen. But could the carters properly be call'd berdsmen? at least, they have not the final syllable, berd, in their names; which, I believe, Shakespeare intended, all the four ebrees should bave. I have therefore guess'i that he wrote ;-Master, there are three goat-herds, &c And so, I think, we take in the four species of cattle usually tended by berdsmen.