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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


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



A. Get you hence, for 1 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

sad —) For serious.

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


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;

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.

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,


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.

straited -] i. e. put to difficulties.

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 bolted' 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.

Do, and be witness to't.
Pol. And this my neighbour too?

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

Or to their own perdition.

Fairly offer’d.
Cam. This shows a sound affection.

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

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.

Take hands, a bargain;
And, friends unknown you shall bear witness to't :

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.

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.

Come, your hand;
And, daughter, yours.

Soft, swain, awhile, 'beseech you;
Have you a father?

I have: But what of him?
Pol. Knows he of this?

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;


grown incapable Of reasonable affairs ? is he not stupid With age, and altering rheums? Can he speak?

Know man from man? dispute his own estate 6
Lies he not bed-rid? and again does nothing,
But what he did being childish ?

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.

Is not your

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.

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