With wisdom I might fear, my Doricles, Flo. I think, you have As little skill1 to fear, as I have purpose To put you to 't.-But, come; our dance, I pray : Your hand, my Perdita: so turtles pair, That never mean to part. Per. I'll swear for 'em. Pol. This is the prettiest low-born lass, that ever Ran on the green sward: nothing she does, or seems, But smacks of something greater than herself, Too noble for this place. Cam. He tells her something, Good sooth, she is That makes her blood look out. The queen of curds and cream. Clown. Come on, strike up. Dor. Mopsa must be your mistress: marry, gar lick, To mend her kissing with. Мор. Now, in good time! Clown. Not a word, a word; we stand upon our manners. Come, strike up. [music. Here a dance of Shepherds and Shepherdesses. Pcl. Pray, good shepherd, what fair swain is this, Which dances with your daughter? Shep. They call him Doricles; and boasts himself To have a worthy feeding: but I have it Upon his own report, and I believe it: He looks like sooth. He says, he loves my daugh ter: I think so too; for never gazed the moon Upon the water, as he'll stand, and read, As 'twere, my daughter's eyes: and, to be plain, Who loves another best. Pol. She dances featly.3 Shep. So she does any thing; though I report it, That should be silent: if young Doricles Do light upon her, she shall bring him that Enter 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 bagpipe could not move you: he sings several tunes faster than you'll tell money; he utters them as he had eaten ballads, and all men's ears grew to his tunes. Clown. 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. A va'nable tract of pasturage. 3 Neatly. z Truth. Ser. He hath songs for man or woman, of all sizes; no milliner can so fit his customers with gloves; he has the prettiest love-songs for maids; so without bawdry, which is strange; with such delicate burdens of dildos' and fadings;' 'jump her and thump her;' and where some stretchedmouthed 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, slights him, with Whoop, do me no harm, good man.' Pol. This is a brave fellow. Clown. Believe me, thou talkest of an admirableconceited fellow. Has he any unbraided wares ? 1 Ser. He hath ribands of all the colors i' the rainbow; points, more than all the lawyers in Bohemia can learnedly handle, though they come to him by the gross; inkles,3 caddisses, cambrics, lawns: why, he sings them over, as they were gods or goddesses: you would think, a smock were a sheangel, he so chants to the sleeve-hand, and the work about the square 6 on 't. Clown. Pr'ythee, bring him in; and let him ap proach singing. Per. Forewarn him, that he use no scurrilous words in his tunes. Plain wares, not twisted into braids, such as ribands, cambrics, lawns, &c.'-Malone. Laces, with metal tags to them. 3 Tapes. 5 Cuff. • Bosom. Clown. You have of these pedlers, that have more in 'em than you'd think, sister. Per. Ay, good brother, or go about to think. Enter AUTOLYCUs, singing. Lawn, as white as driven snow; What maids lack from head to heel: Come, buy of me, come; come buy, come buy; Come, buy,' &c. Clown. If I were not in love with Mopsa, thou shouldst take no money of me; but being enthralied as I am, it will also be the bondage of certain ribands and gloves. Mop. I was promised them against the feast; but they come not too late now. Dor. He hath promised you more than that, or there be liars. These were heated in the fire, and made use of to adjust the plaits of ruffs. Mop. He hath paid you all he promised you; may be, he has paid you more, which will shame you to give him again. Clown. 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 kiln-hole,1 to whistle off these secrets, but you must be tittle-tattling before all our guests? 'Tis well they are whispering. Clamor 2 your tongues, and not a word more. Mop. I have done. Come, you promised me a tawdry lace, and a pair of sweet gloves. 4 Clown. Have I not told thee, how I was cozened by the way, and lost all my money ? Aut. And, indeed, sir, there are cozeners abroad; therefore it behoves men to be wary. Clown. Fear not thou, man; thou shalt lose nothing here. 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 în 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 money 1 Fire-place for drying malt. i. e. ring a peal with muffled bells.'-Steevens. A kind of necklace worn by country giris. • Perfumed. |