Re-enter Servant.

Serv. Master, there is three carters, three shepherds, three neat-herds, three swineherds, 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.

Serv. 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 squier.

:

Shep. Leave your prating since these good men are pleased, let them come in; but quickly now.

Serv. Why, they stay at door, sir.

Here a dance of twelve Satyrs.

Pol. O, father, you'll know more of that hereafter.

[to Cam.] Is it not too far gone? 'Tis time to part them.

He's simple and tells much. 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 ransack'd

The pedlar'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 al

ready,

But not deliver❜d.

life

O, hear me breathe my

Before this ancient sir, who, it should seem, Hath sometime loved! 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

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 knowledge

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

So well, nothing so well; no, nor mean

better:

By the pattern of mine own thoughts I cut out

The purity of his.

Shep.

Take hands, a bargain!

And, friends unknown, you shall bear witness to 't:

I give my daughter to him, and will make