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Did this break from her Good Antigonus, the sky; betwixt the firmament and it, you cannot Since fale, against thy better disposition,

thrust a bodkin's point, Hath inade thy person for the thrower-out

Shep. Why, boy, how is it? Of my poor babe, according to thine outh, Clo. I would, you did but see how it chases, how Places reinole enough are in Bohemia,

it rages, how it takes up the shore! but that's not There weep, and leave it crying; and, for the babe to the point : 0, the most piteous cry of the poor Is counted lost for ever, Perdita,

souls ! sometimes to see 'em, and not to see 'em : I prythee, caul't ; for this ungentle business, now the ship boring the moon with her main-mast; Put on thée by my lord, thou ne'er shall see and anon swallowed with yest and froth, as you'd Thy wife Paulina more : --and so, with shrieks, thrust a cork into a hogshead. And then for the She melted into air. Affrighted much,

land service,-To see how the bear tore out his I did in time collect myself'; and thought shoulder-bone; how he cried to me for help, and This was

so, and no slumber. Dreams are toys: said, his name was Antigonus, a nobleman:-But Yet, for this once, yea, superstitiously,

to make an end of the ship :-—to see how the sea I will be squar'd by this. "I do believe,

Alap-dragon'da it:—but, first, how the poor souls Hermione hath suffer'd death; and that roared, and the sea mocked them; and how the Apollo would, this being indeed the issue poor gentleman roar'd, and the bear mocked him, of king Polixenes, it should here be laid, both roaring louder than the sea, or weather. Either for life, or death, upon the earth

Shep. 'Name of mercy, when was this, boy? or its right father.-Blossom, speed thee well! Clo. Now, now; I have not winked since I saw

(Laying down the child. these sights: the men are not yet cold under water, There lie; and there thy character: there these ; nor the bear half dined on the gentleman; he's ai

(Laying dowon a bundle. it now. Which may, if fortune plcase, both breed thee, Shep. Would I had been by, to have helped the pretty,

old man! And still rest thine. -The storm begins :-Poor Clo. I would you had been by the ship-side, to wretch,

have helped her; there your charity would have That, for thy mother's fault, art thus expos'd

lacked footing.

(Aside. To loss, and what may follow !-Weep I cannot, Shep. Heavy matters! heavy matters! but look But my heart bleeds : and most accurs'd am I, thee here, boy. Now bless thyself; thou met'st To be by oath enjoin'd to this.-Farewell! with things dying, I with things new born. Here's The day frowns more and more; thou art like to a sight for thee; look thee, a bearing-cloths for a have

squire's child ! Look thee here ; take up, take up, A lullaby too rough : I never saw

boy; open't. So, let's see ; it was told me, The heavens so dim by day.-A savage clamour ?- should be rich by the fairies: this is some changeWell may I get aboard ! -This is the chace; ling:_open't: 'What's within, boy? I am gone for ever. (Erit, pursued by a bear. Clo. You're a made old man; if the sins of your Enter an old Shepherd.

youth are forgiven you, you're well to live. Gold!

all gold ! Shep. I would, there were no age between ten Shep. This is fairy gold, boy, and 'twill prove so: and three-and-twenty; or that youth would sleep up with it, keep it close; home, home, the next out the rest : for there is nothing in the between way. We are lucky, boy; and to be so still rebut getting wenches with child, wronging the an- quires nothing but secrecy.-Let my sheep go:cientry, stealing, fighting. - Hark you now !- Come, good boy, the next way home. Would any but these boiled brains of nineteen, and Clo. Go you the next way with your findings; two-and-twenty, hunt this weather? They have I'll go see if the bear be gone from the gentleman, scared away two of my best sheep; which, I fear, and how much he hath eaten : they are never curst, the wolf will sooner find, than the master: if any but when they are hungry: if there be any of him where I have them, 'tis by the sea-side, browzingles, I'll bury it. on ivy. Good luck, an't be thy will! what have we Shep. That's a good deed: If thou may'st dishere? (Taking up the child.) Mercy on's, a cern by that which is left of him, what he is, fetch barne ; a very pretty barne! A boy, or a child. I me to the sight of him. wonder ? A pretty one; a very pretty one: Sure, Clo. Marry, will I; and you shall help to put some scape: though I am not bookish, yet I can him i'the ground. read waiting-gentlewoman in the scape. This has Shep. 'Tis a lucky day, boy; and we'll do good been some stair-work, some trunk-work, some be- deeds on't.

(Ereunt. hind-door-work : they were warmer that got this, than the poor thing is here. I'll take it up for pity : yet I'll tarry till my son come; he hollaed but even now. Whoa, ho hoa!

ACT IV.
Enter Clown.

Enter Time, as Chorus.
Clo. Hilloa, loa !

Shep. What, art so near? If thou'lt see a thing Time. 1,---that please some, try all; both joy to talk on when thou art dead and rotten, come

and terror, hither. What ailest thou, man ?

Of good and bad; that make, and unfold error,Clo. I have seen two such sights, by sea, and by Now take upon me, in the name of Time, land ;-but I am uut to say, it is a sea, for it is now To use my wings. Impute it not a crime,

To me, or my swift passage, that I slide (1) The writing afterward discovered with Per-O’er sixteen years, and leave the growth untried (2) Child. (3) Female infant. (4) Swallowed. (6) Some child left behind by the fairies, in the

5) The mantle in which a child was carried to room of one which they had stolen. be baptized.

(7) Nearest. (8) Mischievous,

dita.'

Or that wide gap;' since it is in my power with some care; so far, that I have eyes under my To o'erthrow law, and in one self-born hour service, which look upon his removedness : from To plant and o'erwhelm custom : Let me pass whom I have this intelligence; That he is seldom The same I am, ere ancient'st order was, from the house of a most homely shepherd; a man, Or what is now receiv'd: I witness to

they say, that from very nothing, and beyond the The times that brought them in ; so shall I do imagination of his neighbours, is grown into an To the freshest things now reigning; and make stale unspeakable estate. The glistening of this present, as my tale

Cam. I have heard, sir, of such a man, who hath Now seems to it. Your patience this allowing, a daughter of most rare note: the report of her is I turn my glass ; and give my scene such growing, extended more, than can be thought io begin from As you had slept between. Leontes leaving such a cottage. The effects of his fond jealousies ; so grieving, Pol. That's likewise part of my intelligence. That he shuts up himself; imagine me, a But, I fear the angle that plucks our son thiber. Gentle spectators, that I now may be

Thou shalt accompany us to the place: where we In fair Bohemia ; and remember well,

will, not appearing what we are, have some ques. I mention'd a son o' the king's, which Florizel tion with the shepherd; from whose simplicity, 1 I now name to you; and with speed so pace think it not uneasy to get the cause of my son's To speak of Perdita, now grown in grace resort thither. Priythee, be my present partner in Equal with wond'ring: What of her ensues, this business, and lay aside the thoughts of Sicilia. I list not prophesy; but let Time's news

Cam. I willingly obey your command. Be known, when 'uis brought forth :-a shepherd's Pol. My best Camillo !--We must disguise our daughter, selves,

[Ereunt And what to her adheres, which follows after, Is the argument' of Time: Of this allow,

SCENE II.-The same. A road near the Shep If ever you have spent time worse ere now;

herd's collage. Enter Autolycus, singing. If never yet, that Time himself doth say, When daffodils begin to peer, — He wishes earnestly, you never may.

(Eril.

Wilh, heigh! the doxy over the dale, SCENE I.The same. A room in the palace of For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale.'

Why, then comes in the sweet oʻthe year ; Polixenes. Enler Polixenes and Camillo.

The white sheet bleaching on the hedge; Pol. I pray thee, good Camillo, be no more importunate'; 'tis a sickness, denying thee any thing; Doth set my puggingio tooth on edge;

With, hey! the sweet birds, 0, how they sing !a death, to grant this. Cam. It is fifteen years, since I saw my country; The lark, that lirra-lirra chaunts,

For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. though I have, for the most part, been aired abroad, I desire to lay my bones there. Besides, the peni- Are summer-songs for me and my aunts,"

With, hey! with, hey! the tbrush and the joy :rent king, my master, hath sent for me: to whose

While we lie tumbling in the hay. feeling sorrows I might be some allay, or I o'erweens to think so; which is another spur to my I have served prince Florizel, and, in my time, wore departure.

three-pile ;!? but now I am out of service: Pol. As thou lovest me, Camillo, wipe not out But shall I go mourn for that, my dear ? the rest of thy services, by leaving me now: the The pale moon shines by night : need I have of thee, thine own goodness hath made ; And when I wander here and there, better not to have had thee, than thus to want I then do most go right. thee: thou, having made me businesses, which

If tinkers may have leave to live, none without thee can sufficiently manage, must

And bear the sou-skin budget; either stay to execute them thyself, or take away

Then my account I well may give, with thee the very services thou hast done : which

And in the stocks arouch it. Til have not enough considered, (as too much I cannot,) to be more thankful to thee, shall be my My traffic is sheets; when the kite builds, look to study; and my profit therein, the heaping friend- lesser linen. My father named me, Autolycus ; ships. Of that fatal country, Sicilia, pr’ythee speak who, being, as l'am, littered under Mercury, was no more: whose very naming punishes me with the likewise a snapper-up of unconsidered trifles: With remembrance of that penitent, as thou call'st him, die, and drab, I purchased this caparison; and my and reconciled king, my brother; whose loss of his revenue is the silly cheat:13 Gallows, and knock, most precious queen, and children, are even now are too powerful on the highway: beating, and to be afresh lamented. Say to me, when saw'st hanging, are terrors to me ; for the life tu cone, I thou the prince Florizel my son? Kings are no less sleep out the thought of it.-A prize! a prize! unhappy, their issue not being gracious, than they

Enter Clown. are in losing them, when they have approved their virtues.

Clo. Let me see :–Every 'leven wether-tods ;i4 Cam. Sir, it is three days since I saw the prince : every tod yields-pound and odd shilling: fifteen What his happier affairs may be, are to me un- hundred shorn,-What comes the wool 10 ? known : but I have, missingly, noted," he is of late Aul. If the springe hold, the cock's mine. (Aside. much retired from court; and is less frequent to his Clo. I cannot do't without counters. 15_Let me princely exercises, than formerly he hath appeared. Po!. I have considered so much, Camillo; and (9) i. e. The spring blood reigns over the parts

lately under the dominion of winter. (1) i. e. Leave unexamined the progress of the (10) Thievish.

(11) Doxies. intermediate time which filled up the gap in Per (12) Rich velvet. (13) Picking pockets. dita's story:

(14) Every eleven sheep will produce a tod or (2) Imagine for me. (3) Subject. (4) Approve.twenty-eight pounds of wool. (5) Think too highly. (6) Friendly otices. (15) Circular pieces of base metal, anciently

Observed at intervals (8) Talk. used by the illiterate, to adjust their reckonings.

see; what I am to buy for our sheep-shearing feast?.. Aut. Very true, sir; he, sir, he; that's the rogue, Three pound of sugar; five pound of currants ; that put me into this apparel. rice- What will this sister of mine do with rice? Clo. Not a more cowaruly rogue in all Bohemia ; But my father hath made her mistress of the feast, if you had but looked big, and spit at him, he'd and she lays it on. She hath made me four-and-(have run. twenty nosegays for the shearers: three man song Aul. I must confess to you, sir, I am no fighter : men all, and very good ones; but they are most I am false of heart that way; and that he knew, ! of them means? and bases: but one Puritan amongst warrant him. them, and he sings psalms to hornpipes. I must Clo. How do you now? have saffron, to colour the warden pies; mace, - Aut. Sweet sir, much better than I was ; I can dates, --none; that's out of my note : nutmegs, stand, and walk : I will even take my leave of you, seven; a race or two of ginger ; but that I may and pace softly towards my kinsman's. beg ;-four pound of prunes, and as many of rai Clo. Shall I bring thee on the way? sins o' the sun.

Aut. No, good-faced sir; no, sweet sir. Jul. O, that ever I was born!

Clo. Then fare thee well; I'must go buy spices (Grovelling on the ground. for our sheep-shearing. Clo. l' the name of me,

Aut. Prosper you, sweet sir!-(Exit Clown.! Aul. O, help me, help me! pluck but off these Your purse not hot enough to purchase your rags; and then, death, death!

spice. I'll be with you at your sheep-shearing too: Clo. Alack, poor soul! thou hast need of more If I make not this cheat bring out another, and the rags to lay on thee, rather than have these off. shearers prove sheep, let me be unrolled, and my

Aut. 0, sir, the loathsomeness of them offends name put in the book of virtue! me more than the stripes I have received; which

Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way, are mighty ones and millions.

And merrily hent the stile-a: Clo. Alas, poor man! a million of beating may

A merry heari goes all the day, come to a great matter.

Your sad lires in a mile-a. Aul. I am robbed, sir, and beaten; my money

(Exit. and apparel ta'en from me, and these detestable SCENE III.The same. A shepherd's collage. things put upon me.

Enter Florizel and Perdita.
Clo. What, by a horse-man, or a foot-man?
Aut. A foot-man, sweet sir, a foot-man.

Flo. These your unusual weeds to each part of you Clo. Indeed, he should be a foot-man, by the Do give a life: no shepherdess; but Flora, garments he has left with thee ; if this be a horse- Peering in April's front. This your sheep-shearing man's coat, it hath seen very hot service. Lend me Is as a meeting of the petty gods, thy hand, I'll help thee: come, lend me thy hand. And you the queen on't. [Helping him up. Per.

Sir, my gracious lord, Aut. O! good sir, tenderly, oh!

To chide at your extremes, it not becomes me; Clo. Alas, poor soul.

O, pardon, that I name them: your high sell, Aut. O, good sir, solly, good sir : I sear, sir, The gracionis mark1° o' the land, you have obscur'o my shoulder-blade is out.

With a gwain's wearing; and me, poor lowly maid, Clo. How now! canst stand ?

Most goddess-like prank'd up :" But that our feasí Jul. Sostly, dear sir : [Picks his pockel.) good in every mess have solly, and the feeders str, soitly: you ha' done me a charitable ollice. Digest it with a custom, 'I should blush,

Clo. Dost lack any money? I have a little To see you so attired; sworn, I think, money for thee.

To show myself a glass. Aui. No, good sweet sir; no, I beseech you, sir : Flo.

I bless the time, I have a kinsman not past three-quarters of a mile When my good falcon made her fight across hence, unto whom I was going; I shall there have Thy father's ground. money, or any thing I want : Offer me no money, Per.

Now Jove afford you carise! I pray you ; that kills my heart.

To me, the difference"? forges dread; your greatness Clo. What manner of tellow was he that robbed Hath not been us'd to fear. Even now I tremble

To think, your father, by some accident, Aul. A fellow, sir, that I have known to go Should pass this way, as you did : 0, the fates ! about with trol-my-dames :* I knew him once a How would he look, to see his work, so noble, servant of the prince; I cannot tell, good sir, for Vilely bound up? What would he say? Or how which of his virtues it was, but he was certainly Should I, in these my borrow'd faunis, behold whipped out of the court.

The sternness of his presence ? Clo. His vices, you would say; there's no virtue Flo.

Apprehend whipped out of the court: they cherish it, to make Nothing but jollity: The gods themselves, it stay there ; and yet it will no more but avide.s Humbling their deities to love, have taken

Aut. Vices I would say, sir. I know this man The shapes of beasts upon them: Jupiter well: he hath been since an ape-bearer; then a Became a bull, and bellow'd; the green Neptune process-server, a bailiff; then he compassed a mo- A ram, and bleated; and the fire-rob'd god, tions of the prodigal son, and married a tinker's Golden Apollo, a poor humble swain, wise within a mile where my land and living lies; As I seem now: Their transformations and, having Aown over many knavish professions, Were never for a piece of beauty rarer; he settled only in rogue: some call him Autolycus. Nor in a way so chaste : since my desires

Clo. Out upon him! Prig," for my life, prig: he Run not before mine honour; nor my lusts haunts wakes, fairs, and bear-baitings.

Burn hotter than my faith. (1) Singers of catches in three parts.

(5) Sojourn. (6) Puppet-show.

(7) Thief. Tenors. (3) A species of pears. (8) Take hold of. (9) Excesses. (4) The machine used in the game of pigeon-|(10) Object of all men's nolice, boles.

(11) Dressed with ostentation. (12) i. e, Ur station

you ?

Flo.

Per.
O but, dear sir, Pol.

Say, there be ;
Your resolution cannot hold, when 'uis

Yet nature is made better by no mean, Oppos'd, as it must be, by the power o'the king : But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, One of these two must be necessities,

Which, you say, adds to nature, is an art Which then will speak; that you must change this That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry purpose,

A gentler scion to the wildest stock; Or I my life.

And make conceive a bark of baser kind Flo. Thou dearest Perdita,

By bud of nobler race ; This is an art With these forc'd' thoughts, 1 pr’ythee, darken not Which does mend nature,-change it rather : but The mirth o' the feast : Or I'll be thiné, my fair, The art itself is nature. Or not my father's: for I cannot be

Per.

So it is. Mine own, nor any thing to any, if

Pol. Then make your garden rich in gillylowers, I be not thine: to this I am most constant, And do not call them bastaus. Though destiny say, No. Be merry, gentle ;

Per.

I'll not put Strangle such thoughts as these, with any thing The dibble' in earth to set one slip of them: That you behold the while. 'Your guests are No more than, were I painted, I would wish coming :

This youth should say, 'twere well ; and only Lift up your countenance ; as it were the day

therefore Of celebration of that nuptial, which

Desire to breed by me.-Here's flowers for you! We two have sworn shall come.

Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram; Per.

O lady fortune, The marigold, that goes to bed with the sun, Stand you auspicious !

And with him rises weeping; these are flowers

Of middle summer, and, I think, they are given Enter Shepherd, with Polixenes, and Camillo, dis- To men of middle age : You are very welcome. guised; Clown, Mopsa, Dorcas, and others.

Cam. I should leave grazing, were lof your flock, See, your guests approach: And only live by gazing. Address yourself to entertain them sprightly, Per.

Out, alas! And let's be red with mirth.

You'd be so lean, that blasts of January Shep. Fie, daughter! when my old wife liv’d, Would blow you through and through. Now, my upon

fairest friend, This day, she was both pantler, butler, cook ; I would I had some flowers o'the spring, that might Both dame and servant: welcom'd all'; serv'd all : Become your time of day; and yours, and yours; Would sing her song, and dance her turn: now here, That wear upon your virgin branches yet At upper end o’the table, now, i'the middle ; Your maidenheads growing :-0 Proserpina, On his shoulder, and his : her face o'fire For that flowers now, that, frighted, thou lett'st fall With labour; and the thing she took to quench it, From Dis'ss wagon! 'datfodils, She would to each one sip: You are retir'd, That come before the swallow dares, and take As if you were a feasted one, and not

The winds of March with beauty; violets, dim, The hostess of the meeting : Pray you, bid But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, These unknown friends to us welcome: for it is Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, A way to make us better friends, more known. That die unmarried, ere they can behold Come, quench your blushes : and present yourself Bright Phæbus in his strength, a malady That which you are, mistress o' the seast: Come on, Most incident to maids; bold 'oxlips, and And bid us welcome to your sheep-shearing, The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds, As your good flock shall prosper.

The Power-de-luce being one! O, these I lack, Per.

Welcome, sir ! [To Pol. To make you garlands of; and, my sweet friend, It is my father's will, I should take on me To strew him o'er and o'er. The hostess-ship o'the day :-You're welcome, sir ! Flo.

What ? like a corse ? (To Camillo. Per. No, like a bank, for love to lie and play on; Give me those flowers there, Dorcas. -Reverend Not like a corse : or if,--not to be buried, sirs,

But quick, and in mine arms. Come, take your For you there's rosemary, and rue; these keep

flowers :
Seeming, and savour,? all the winter long: Methinks, ! play as I have seen them do
Grace, and remembrance, be to you both, In Whitsun' pastorals: sure, this robe of mine
And welcome to our shearing!

Does change my disposition.
Pol.
Shepherdess, Flo.

What you do, (A fair one are you,) well you fit our ages Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, With flowers of winter.

I'd have you do it ever: when you sing, Per.

Sir, the year growing ancient, - I'd have you buy and sell so; so give alms; Not yet on summer's death, nor on the birth Pray so; and, for the ordering your affairs, of trembling winter,—the fairest Powers o'the To sing them too: When you do dance, I wish you season

A wave o'the sea, that you might ever do Are our carnations, and streak'd gillyflowers, Nothing but that; move still, stilt so, and own Which some call nature's bastards: of that kind No other function: Each your doing, Our rustic garden's barren; and I care not So singular in each particular, To get slips of them.

Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds, Pol.

Wherefore, gentle maiden, That all your acts are queens. Do you neglect them?

Per.

O Doricles, Per.

For I have heard it said, Your praises are too large : but that your youth, There is an art, which, in their piedness, shares And the true blond, which fairly peeps through it With great creating nature.

Do plainly give you out an unstain'd shepherd :

With wisdom I might fear, my Doricles, (1) Far-fetched. (2) Likeness and smell. (8) Because that. (4) A tool to set plants.

(5) Pluto's.

(6) Living.

For my

You woo'd me the false way.

Clo. Believe me, thou talkest of an admirable Flo.

I think you have conceited fellow. Has he any unbraided wares ? As little skill to fear, as I have purpose

Serv. He hath ribands of all the colours i'the To put you to'l.-But, come; our dance, I pray: rainbow; points, more than all the lawyers in BoYour hånd, my Perdita : so turtles pair,

hemia can learnedly handle, though they come to That never mean to part.

him by the gross; inkles, caddises,' cambrics, Per.

I'll swear for 'em. lawns: why, he sings them over, as they were Pol. This is the prettiest low-born lass, that ever gods or goddesses ; you would think a smock were Ran on the green-sward :' nothing she does, or a she-angel; he so chants to the sleeve-hand, and seems,

the work about the square on't.' But smacks of something greater than herself; Clo. Prythee, bring him in; and let him ap. Too noble for this place.

proach singing. Cam. He tells her something,

Per. Forewarn him, that he use no scurrilous That makes her blood look out: Good sooth, she is words in his tunes. The queen of curds and cream.

Clo. You have of these pedlers, that have more Clo.

Come on, strike up. in 'em than you'd think, sister. Dor. Mopsa must be your mistress : marry, Per. Ay, good brother, or go about to think. garlic,

Enter Autolycus, singing.
To mend her kissing with.-
Мор.

Now, in good lime ! Laion, as white as driven snow;
Clo. Not a word, a word; we stand upon our

Cyprus, black as e'er was crow;

Gloves, as sweet as damask roses; manners, Come, strike up.

Masks for faces, and for noses ;

Bugle bracelet, necklace-amber, Here a dance of shepherds and shepherdesses. Perfume for a lady's chamber :10 Pol. Pray, good shepherd, what

Golden quoifs, and stomachers, Fair swain is this, which dances with your daughter?

lads to give their dears; Shep. They call him Doricles, and he boasts Pins and poking-slicks of steel, himself

Whal maids lack from head to heel : To have a worthy feeding :? but I have it

Come, buy of me, come ; come buy, come buy; Upon his own report, and I believe it;

Buy, lads, or else your lasses cry; He looks like sooth :: He says, he loves my Come, buy, fc. daughter ;

Clo. If I were not in love with Mopsa, thou I think so too; for never gaz'd the moon

should'st take no money of me; but being enthralla! Upon the water, as he'll stand, and read, As 'twere, my daughter's eyes: and, to be plain, ribands and gloves.

as I am, it will also be the bondage of certain I think there is not half a kiss to choose,

Mop. I was promis'd them against the feast ; Who loves another best.

but they come not too late now. Pol.

She dances featly."
Shep. So she does any thing; though I report it, there be liars.

Dor. 'He hath promised you more than that, or That should be silent: if young Doricles

Mop. He hath paid you all he promised you: Do light upon her, she shall bring him that Which he not dreams of.

may be he has paid you more; which will shame

you to give him again. Enter a Servant.

Clo. Is there no manners left among maids ? will

they wear their plackets, where they should bear Sero. O master, if you did but hear the pedler their faces ? Is there not milking-time, when you at the door, you would never dance again after a are going to-bed, or kiln-hole,'' to whistle off these tabor and pipe: no, the bagpipe could not move secrets; but you must be titile-tattling before all you: he sings several tunes, faster than you'll tell our guests? ŠTis well they are whispering : Clamoney; he utters them as he had eaten ballads, mour your tongues, '? and not a word more. and all men's ears grew to his tunes.

Mop. I have done. Come, you promised me a Clo. He could never come better : he shall come taw dry lace,'' and a pair of sweet gloves. in: I love a ballad but even too well: if it be dole Clo. Have I not told thee, how I was cozened sul matter, merrily sct down, or a very pleasant by the way, and lost all my money ? thing indeed, and sung lamentably.

Au. And, indeed, sir, there are cozeners abroad; Sero. He hath songs, for man or woman, of all therefore it behoves men to be wary: sizes: no milliner can so fit his customers with Clo. Fear not thou, man, thou shalt lose nothing gloves : he has the prettiest love-songs for maids; here. so without bawdry, which is strange; with such de Aut. I hope so, sir; for I have about me many licate burdens of dildos and fadings; jump her parcels of change. and thump her; and where some stretch-mouth'd Clo. What hast here ? ballads ? rascal would, as it were, mean mischief, and break Mop. Pray now buy some: I love a ballad in a foul gap into the matter, he makes the maid to print, a'-life ; for then we are sure they are true. answer, Whoop, do ine no harm, good man; puts Aut. Here's one to a very doleful tune, How a him off, slights him, with Whoop, do me no harm, usurer's wife was brought to-hed of twenty moneygood man.

bags at a burden; and how she longed to eat ad. Pol. This is a brave fellow.

ders' heads, and toads carbonadoed. (1) Green turf.

(10) Amber, of which necklaces were made fit (2) A valuable tract of pasturage.

to perfume a lady's chamber. (3) Truth. (4) Neatly.

(11) Fire-place for drying malt; still a noted 15 Plain goods.

(6) Worsted galloon. gossiping-place.
A kind of tape.
(8) The cuffs.

(12) Ring a dumb peal.
The work about the bosom.

(13) A lace to wear about the head or waist.

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