Aut. I hope so, sir; for I have about me many parcels of charge. Clown. What hast here? ballads? Mop. Pray now, buy some: I love a ballad in print, 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 of twenty moneybags at a burden; and how she long'd to eat adders' heads, and toads carbonado'd. Mop. Is it true, think you? Aut. Very true; and but a month old. Dor. Bless me from marrying a usurer! Aut. Here's the midwife's name to't, one mistress Taleporter; and five or six honest wives' that were present: Why should I carry lies abroad? Mop. 'Pray you now, buy it. Clown. 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 fathom above water, and sung this ballad, 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. Clown. 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. Then, whither go'st? say, whither? Clown. We'll have this song out anon by ourselves: My father and the gentlemen are in sad 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 well for 'em. [Aside. shall pay Or lace for your cape, 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 utter all men's ware a. [Exeunt Clown, Autolycus, Dorcas, and Mopsa.] Enter a Servant. Ser. Master, there is three carters, three shepherds, three neat-herds, three swine-herds, that have made themselves all men of hair; 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 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 danced before the king; and not the worst of the three, but jumps twelve foot and a half by the square. Shep. Leave your prating; since these good men are pleased, let them come in; but quickly now. Ser. 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 hereafter. It is 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 To load my she with knacks: I would have ransack'd Interpretation should abuse; call this, Your lack of love, or bounty; you were straited 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 Or Ethiopian's tooth, or the fann'd snow, How prettily the young swain seems to wash What you profess. Flo. Do, and be witness to't. And he, and more Pol. And this my neighbour too? Flo. 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 service, Or to their own perdition. So well, nothing so well; no, nor mean better: Shep. Take hands, a bargain; And friends unknown, you shall bear witness to't: I give my daughter to him, and will make. |