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To have a worthy feeding :+ but I have it
She dances featly.
Enter a Servant.
Sero. O master, if you did but hear the peddar 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 atters 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; 50 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
A valuable tract of pasturage.
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 ?"
Serv. He hath ribands 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,7 caddisses, cambricks, lawns: why, he sings them over, 'as they were gods or god. desses; you would think, a smock were a sheangel; he so chants to the sleeve-hand, 9 and the work about the
on't.' Clo. Prythee, bring him in; and let him ap. proach singing.
Per. Forewarn him, that he use no scurrilous words in his tunes.
Clo. You have of these pedlars, that have more in 'em than you'd think, sister. Per. Ay, good brother, or go about to think.
Enter AUTOLYCUS, singing.
6 Plain goods.
8 A kind of tape. 9 The cuffs.
1 The work about the bosom. 2 Amber of which necklaces were made fit to perfume a lady's chamber.
Golden quoifs, and stomachers,
lads to give their dears ;
Come, buy, &c. Clo. If I were not in love with Mopsa, thou should'st take no money of me; but being enthrallid 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.
Mop. He hath paid you all he promised you : may be, he has paid you more ; which will shame give him again.
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 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?
3 Fire-place for drying malt; still a noted gossiping place.
4 Ring a dumb peal.
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.
Aut. I hope so, sir; for I have about me many parcels of charge.
Clo. What hast here? ballads ?
Mop. 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 moneybags at a burden; and how she longed to eat adders' heads, and toads carbonadoed.
Mop. Is it true, think you?
Aut. 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?
Mop. 'Pray you now, buy it.
Clo. Come on, lay it by: And let's first see more 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 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
Aut. Five justices' hands at it; and witnesses, more than my pack will hold.
Clo. Lay it by too : Another.
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.
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.
A. Get you hence, for I must go;
D. Whither? M. 0, whither? D. Ihither?
D. Me too, let me go thither.
A. Neither. D. What, neither? A. Neither.
Then, whither go'st ? say, whither? Clo. We'll have this song out anon by ourselves; My father and the gentleman 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.