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But sweeter than the lids of Juno’s eyes,”
Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses,
That die unmarried, ere they can behold
Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady
Most incident to maids; bold oxlips, and
The crown-imperial; lilies of all kinds,
The flower-de-luce being one O, these I lack,
To make you garlands of; and, my sweet friend,
To strew him o'er and o'er.

Flo. What ? like a corse ?

Per. No, like a bank, for love to lie and play on ;
Not like a corse : or if–not to be buried,
But quick, and in mine arms. Come, take your flowers;
Methinks, I play as I have seen them do
In Whitsun' pastorals: sure, this robe of mine
Does change my disposition.

Flo. What you do,
Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet,
I'd have you do it ever: when you sing,
I'd have you buy and sell so; so give alms;
Pray so; and, for the ordering your affairs,
To sing them too: When you do dance, I wish you
A wave o' th' sea, that you might ever do
Nothing but that; move still, still so,
And own no other function : Each your doing,
So singular in each particular,
Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds,
That all your acts are queens.

Per. O Doricles,
Your praises are too large : but that your youth
And the true blood, which fairly peeps through it,
Do plainly give you out an unstain’d shepherd;

With wisdom I might fear, my Doricles,

You woo'd me the false way.

Flo. I think, you have
As little skill 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,

[5] I suspect that our author mistakes Juno for Pallas, who was the goddess of Blue eyes. JOHNSON. The eyes of Juno were as remarkable as those of Pallas.

But smacks of something greater than herself;
Too noble for this place.
Cam. He tells her something,
That makes her blood look out: Good sooth, she is
The queen of curds and cream.
Clo. Come on, strike up.
Dor. Mopsa must be your mistress; marry, garlic,
To mend her kissing with.- -
JMop. Now, in good time !
Clo. Not a word, a word; we stand upon our man-
Come, strike up. [Music.
Here a dance of Shepherds and Shepherdesses.

Pol. Pray, good shepherd, what fair swain is this, Which dances with your daughter

Shep. They call him Doricles; and he 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; I think so too; for never gaz'd the moon Upon the water, as he’ll stand, and read, As 'twere, my daughter's eyes: and, to be plain, I think, there is not half a kiss to choose Who loves another best.

Pol. She dances featly.

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 .

Which he not dreams of.

Enter a 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. . 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.

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 strange ; with such delicate burdens of dildos and fadings : jump her and thump her ; and where some stretch-mouth’d 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. Clo. Believe me, thou talkest of an admirable-conceited fellow. Has he any unbraided wares 2 Ser. He hath ribands of all the colours i' th' 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 them over, as they were gods or goddesses; you would think, a smock were a she-angel ; he so chants to the sleevehand, and the work about the square on’t. Clo. Pr’ythee, bring him in ; and let him approach, singing. Per. Forewarn him, that he use no scurrilous words in his tunes. Clo. You have of these pedlers, that have more in 'em than you'd think, sister. Per. Ay, good brother, or go about to think.

3.5 Wol. IV. K 2

Enter AutoLycus, singing.
Lawn, as white as driven snow ;
Cyprus, black as eler was crow;
Gloves, as sweet as damask roses ;
JMasks for faces, and for noses;
Bugle-bracelet, necklace-amber,
Perfume for a lady's chamber:
Golden quoifs, and stomachers,
For my lads to give their dears;
Pins, and poking-sticks of steel,”
What maids lack from head to heel:
Come, buy of me, come : come buy, come buy ;
Buy, lads, or else your lasses cry :
Come, buy, &c.

Clo. If I were not in love with Mopsa, thou should'st take no money of me; but being enthrall'd as I am, it will also be the bondage of certain ribands and gloves.

[3] These poking-sticks were heated in the fire, and made use of to adjust the plaits of ruffs. Si'FEVENS. : J

JMop. 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. JMop. He hath paid you all he promised you : may be, he has paid you more ; which will shame you to give him again. Clo. Is there no manners left among maids 7 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 7 'Tis well they are whispering : Clamour your tongues,” and not a word more. JMop. I have done. Come, you promised me a tawdry lace, and a pair of sweet gloves.” Clo. Have I not told thee, how I was cozened by the way, and lost all my money 2 .Aut. And, indeed, sir, there are cozeners abroad ; therefore it behoves men to be wary. Clo. Fear not thou, man; thou shalt lose nothing here. J'ut. I hope so, sir; for I have about me many parcels of charge. Clo. What hast here 2 ballads 2 JMop. 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 money-bags at a burden; and how she longed to eat adders’ heads and toads carbonadoed. JMop, Is it true, think you ? Jiut. Very true, and but a month old. Dor. Bless me from marrying a usurers JAut. 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 7 .Mop. 'Pray you now, buy it. [E] The phrase is taken from ringing. When bells are at the height, in order to cease them the repetition of the strokes becomes much quicker than before ; this is called clamouring them. WARBURTON. The word clamour, does not signify to cease, but to continue ringing. GREY.

[7] Sweet, or perfumed gloves, are frequently mentioned by Shakespeare, and were very fashionable in the age of Elizabeth, and long afterwards. The fashion

was brought from Italy and, “the queene tooke such pleasure in those gloves, that

shee was pictured with them upon her hands.” Thus Autolycus, in the song just preceding this passage, offers to sale : “Gioves as sweet as damask roses.” T. W.ARTON.

- Clo. Come on, lay it by ; and let's first see more balłads; 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 was a woman, and was turned into a cold fish, for she would not exchange flesh with one that loved her: The ballad is very pitiful, and as true. Dor. Is it true too, think you ? slut. 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. JMop. Let's have some merry ones. Jiut. 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. JMop. 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. .slut. I can bear my part : you must know, 'tis my occupation: have at it with you.


A. Get you hence, for I must go,
Where, it fits not you to know.
D. Whither ? M. O whither 2 D. Whither 1
M. It becomes thy oath full well,
Thou to me thy secrets tell:
D. JMe too, let me go thither.
M. Or thou go'st to the grange, or mill;
D. If to either, thou dost ill.
A. JNeither. D. What, neither ? A. JNeither.
D. Thou hast sworn my love to be ;
M. Thou hast sworn it more to me :
Then, whither go'st? say, whither ?

Clo. 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 shall pay well for 'em. [Aside.

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