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 daughter : As 'twere my daughter's eyes: and, to be plain, Who loves another best. Pol. She dances featly. Shep. So she does any thing; though I report it, Do light upon her, she shall bring him that Enter Servant. 170 175 180 Serv. O master, if you did but hear the pedlar 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. 185 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. 189 Serv. 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 168 and boasts] and he boasts Rowe. he boasts Capell. 'a boasts Steevens conj. 169 feeding] breeding Hanmer. but I have it] but I have it: F4 I have it but Singer, ed. 2 (Hunter conj.). I but have it Dyce, ed. 2 (Seymour conj.). 176 Who loves another] Which loves the 177 So she] She Warburton. strange; with such delicate burthens of dildos and fadings, 'jump her and thump her;' and where some stretchmouthed 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. 198 Believe me, thou talkest of an admirable conceited fellow. Has he any unbraided wares? 201 Serv. He hath ribbons of all the colours i' the rainbow; points more than all the lawyers in Bohemia can learnedly handle, though they come to him by the gross inkles, caddisses, cambrics, lawns: why, he sings 'em over as they were gods or goddesses; you would think a smock were a she-angel, he so chants to the sleeve-hand and the work about the square on 't. 208 Clo. Prithee bring him in; and let him approach singing. Per. Forewarn him that he use no scurrilous words in 's tunes. [Exit Servant. 211 Clo. You have of these pedlars, that have more in them than you 'ld think, sister. Per. Ay, good brother, or go about to think. Enter AUTOLYCUS, singing. Lawn as white as driven snow; 193 burthens] burdens Johnson. fadings] fapings Rowe (ed. 2). 196 gap]jape Singer, ed. 2 (Collier MS.). 201 unbraided] braided Johnson conj. near conj. wares] warres F2. 205 'em] them Theobald (ed. 2). 215 207 sleeve-hand] sleeve-band Hanmer. 212 them] 'em Warburton. Bugle bracelet, necklace amber, What maids lack from head to heel : 220 Come buy of me, come; come buy, come buy; 225 Buy, lads, or else your lasses cry: Come buy. Clo. If I were not in love with Mopsa, thou shouldst take no money of me; but being enthralled as I am, it will also be the bondage of certain ribbons and gloves. 230 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. Mop. He hath paid you all he promised you may be, he has paid you more, which will shame you to give him again. 237 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 kiln-hole, to whistle off these secrets, but you must be tittle-tattling before all our guests? 'tis well they are whispering clamour your tongues, and not a word more. Mop. I have done. Come, you promised me a tawdrylace and a pair of sweet gloves. 219 Bugle bracelet] Bugle-Bracelets F4. buy, &c. Theobald. As one line in 239 bear] wear Warburton. 240,241 milking-time,...bed,...kiln-hole,] Punctuated as in Pope. milkingtime?...bed?...kill-hole? Ff. 241 kiln-hole] Malone. kill-hole Ff. 245 whistle off] Hanmer. whistle of Ff. whisper off Collier MS. 243 clamour] charm Hanmer. clam Quoted by Rann, chamber Jackson conj. chawmer Singer conj. chommer Cornish conj. clammer Hudson (Keightley conj.). clemmer Keightley conj. Clo. 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. 249 Clo. Fear not thou, man, thou shalt lose nothing here. Aut. I hope so, sir; for I have about me many parcels. of charge. Mop. Pray now, buy some: I love a ballad in print o' life, for then we are sure they are true. 255 Aut. Here's one to a very doleful tune, how a usurer's wife was brought to bed of twenty money-bags at a burthen, and how she longed to eat adders' heads and toads carbonadoed. Mop. Is it true, think you? Aut. Very true, and but a month old. 260 Aut. Here's the midwife's name to 't, one Mistress Tale-porter, and five or six honest wives that were present. Why should I carry lies abroad? Mop. Pray you now, buy it. 265 Clo. Come on, lay it by: and let's first see moe ballads; we'll buy the other things anon. Aut. Here's another ballad of a fish, that appeared 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 the was a woman, and was turned into a cold fish for she would not exchange flesh with one that loved her ballad is very pitiful and as true. Dor. Is it true too, think you? 275 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. Let's have some merry ones. 281 Мор. 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. 285 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 : 290 295 |