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Flo. What you do, Still betters what is done. When you speak, (sweet) I'd have you do it ever; when you fing, I'd have you buy and sell so; so, give alms ; Pray, so; and for the ord'ring your affairs, To fing them too. When

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đo dance, I wish you A wave o'th' sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that; move ftill, ftill fo, And own no other function. Each your doing, So fingular in each particular, Crowns what you're 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 peeps forth fairly through it,
Do plainly give you out an unftain'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 ; fo turtles pair,
That never mean to part.

Per. I'll fwear for 'em.

*Pol. This is the prettiest low-born lass, that ever Ran on the green-ford; nothing she does, or seems, But smacks of something greater than herself, Too noble for this place.

Cam. He tells her something, (26) (26) He tells ber fometbingo

That makes ber blood look on't.] Thus all the old editions cora ruptedly. I dare say, I have restor'd the true reading; and the meaning must be this. The Prince tells her something, that calls tbe blood up into ber cbeeks, and makes ber blush. She, but a little before, uses a like expression to describe the Prince's fincerity, which appear’d in the honest blood rising on his face.

Your praises are two large; but that your youth
And ihe true blood, which peeps forth fairly through it,

Do plainly give you out an unfainid fepberd. I corrected the above pallage, when I publith'd my SHAKISPEARE reffor'd: and Mr. Pope in his last impretion has thought fit to embrace the correction.

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That makes her blood look out: good footh, she is
The Queen of curds and cream.
Cle. Come on, strike

ор. Dor. Mopsa must be your miftrefs ; marry, garlick to mend her kissing with.

Mop. Now, in good time!

Cló. Not a word, a word; we stand upon our manners ; come, Itrike up.

Here a dance of Shepherds and Shepherdesles. Pol. Pray, good shepherd, what fair swain is this Who 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 footh; 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 chufe Who loves another beft,

Pol. She dances featly.

Shep. So she does any thing, though I report it
That should be filent; '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 bag-pipe could not move you; he fings 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 fhall come in; I love a ballad but even too well, if it be doleful mate ter merrily set down; or a very pleasant thing indeed, and sung lamentably.

Ser. He hath songs for man, or woman, of all fizes; no milliner can fo fit his customers with gloves : he

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has the prettiest love-fongs for maids, fo without bawdry, (which is strange) with fuch delicate burdens of dil-do's and fa-ding's : jump her and thump her : and where fome ftretch-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, lights bim, with Whoop, da me no harm, good man.

Pol. This is a brave fellow.

Clo. Believe me, thou talkeft of an admirable-conceited fellow; has he any unbraided wares ?

Ser. He hath ribbons of all the colours i'th'rainbow; points, more than all the lawyers in Bohemia can learnedly handle, tho' they come to him by the grofs ; inkles, caddiffes, cambricks, lawns; why, he fings 'em over, as they were gods and goddesses; you would think a smock were a fhe-angel, he fo chants to the fleeve-hand, and the work about the square on't.

Clo. Prythee, bring him in; and let him approach, finging.

Per. Forewarn him, that he use no scurrilous words in's tunes.

Clo. You have of these pedlers that have more in
them than you'd think, fifter.
Per. Ay, good brother, or go about to think,

Enter Autolicus singing.
Lawn as white as driven snow,
Cyprus black as e'er was crow;
Gloves as sweet as damask roses,
Masks for faces and for noses ;
Bugle-bracelets, neck-lace amber,
Perfume for a lady's chamber:
Golden quoifs, and ftomachers,
For my lads to give their dears :
Pins, and poaking 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.

Cla,

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

Mop. I was promis'd them against the feast, but they come not too late now.

Dor. He hath promis'd you more than that, or there be liars.

Mop. He hath paid you all he promis'd you : 'may be, he has paid you more; which will shame you to 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 kill-hole, to whistle of these secrets, but you must be tittle-tatling before all our guests ? 'tis well, they are whispring: clamour your tongues, and not a word more.

Mop. I have done: come, you promis'd me a tawdry lace, and a pair of sweet gloves.

Clo. Have I not told thee how I was cozen'd by the way, and loft all

my money , ? Aut. And, indeed, Sir, there are cozeners abroad, therefore it behoves men to be wary.

Clo. Fear not thou, man, thou shalt lofe nothing here.

Aut. I hope fo, Sir, for I have about me many pará cels of charge.

Clo. What haft here: ballads?

Mop. Pray now, buy some; I love a ballad in print, or 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 with twenty money bags at a burden ; and how she long'd to eat adder's heads, and toads carbonado‘d.

Mop. Is it true, think you?
Aut. Very true, and but a month old.
Dor. Bless me from marrying a usurer !

Aut. Here's the midwife's name to't, one mistress
Tale-porter, and five or fix honest wives that were pre-
sent. Why should I carry lies abroad?
Mop. Pray you now, buy it.

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Clo. Come on, lay it by; and let's first fee more ballads; we'll buy the other things anon.

Aut. Here's another ballad, of a fish that appear'd upon the coast, on Wednesday the fourscore of April, forty thousand fadom above water, and sung this ballad against the hard hearts of maids ; it was thought, She was a woman, and was turn'd into a cold fish, for she would not exchange flesh with one that lov'd her: the ballad is very pitiful, and as tsue.

Dor. Is it true, too, think you ?

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.
Mop. Let's have some merry ones.

Aut. Why, this is a pafling merty 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 a-go.

Aut. I can bear my part; you must know, 'tiş my occupation : have at it with you

Aut. Get you hence, for I must go,

Where it fits not you to know.
Dor. Whither?
Mop. () whither?
Dor. Whither
Mop. It becomes thy oath full well,

Thou to me thy secrets tell.
Dor. Me too, let me go thither :
Mop. Or thou goeft to th' grange, or mill,
Dor. If to either, thou doft ill:
kut. Neither.
Dor. What neither?
Aut. Neither.
Dor. Thou haft sworn my love to be ;
Mop. Thou haft sworn it more to me :
Then whither goeft? say, whither?

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