Clo. We'll have this fong out anon by ourselves : my father and the gentlemen are in fad 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 firft choice; follow me, girls. Aut. And you fhall pay well for 'em. SONG. Will you buy any tape, or lace for your cape, And filk, and thread, any toys for your head [Exit Clown, Autolicus, Dorcas, and Mopfa. Enter a Servant. Ser. (27) Mafter, there are three goat-herds, three fhepherds, three neat-herds, and three fwine-herds, that have made themselves all men of hair, they call themfelves faltiers: and they have a dance, which the wenches fay is a gallymaufry of gambols, because they are not in't but they themselves are o'th' mind, (if it be not too rough for fome, 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 fee thefe four-threes of herdsmen. Ser. One three of them by their own report, Sir, hath danc'd before the King; and not the worst of the three but jumps twelve foot and a half by th' square. (27) Mafter, there are three carters, three fhepherds, three neat-berds, and three fwine-berds.] Thus all the printed copies hitherto. Now, in two speeches after this, these are call'd four three's of berdfmen. But could the carters properly be call'd berdfmen? at leaft, they have not the final fyllable, berd, in their names; which, I believe, Shakespeare intended, all the four threes fhould have. I have therefore guefs'd that he wrote-Mafter, there are three goat-herds, &c And fo, I think, we take in the four species of cattle usually tended by berdsmen. Shep. Shep. Leave your prating; fince thefe good men are pleas'd, let them come in; but quickly now. Here a dance of twelve Satyrs. Pol. O, father, you'll know more of that hereafter. To load my fhe with knacks: I would have ranfack'd Flo. Old Sir, I know, She prizes not fuch trifles as these are; The gifts, the looks from me, are packt and lockt That's bolted by the northern blast twice o'er. How prettily the young fwain feems to wash What you profefs. Flo. Do, and be witnefs to't. Pol. And this my neighbour too? Flo. And he, and more Than he, and men; the earth, and heav'ns, and all; That were I crown'd the most imperial monarch Thereof moft worthy, were I the fairest youth... That ever made eye swerve, had force and knowledge More 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 service, Or to their own perdition. Pol. Fairly offer'd. Cam. This fhews a found affection. Shep. But my daughter, Say you the like to him? Per. I cannot speak So well, nothing fo well, no, nor mean better. Shep. Take hands, a bargain; And, friends unknown, you fhall bear witnefs to't: Flo. O, that must be I'th' virtue of your daughter; one being dead, Shep. Come, your hand; And, daughter, yours. Pol. Sott, fwain, a-while; 'beseech you, Have you a father? Flo. I have; but what of him? · Pol. Knows he of this? Flo. He neither does, nor fhall. Pol. Methinks, a father Is, at the nuptial of his fon, a guest That beft becomes the table: 'pray you once more, Is not your father grown incapable Of reasonable affairs? is he not stupid With age, and alt'ring rheums? can he fpeak ? hear? Flo. No, good Sir; He has his health, and ampler ftrength, indeed, Pol Pol. By my white beard, You offer him, if this be fo, á wrong: Something unfilial: Reafon, my fon Should chufe himself a wife; but as good reafon, But fair pofterity) fhould hold fome counfel Flo. I yield all this; But for fome other reafons, my grave Sir, Pol. Let him know't. Pol. Pr'ythee, let him. Flo. No; he must not. Shep. Let him, my fon, he frall not need to grieve At knowing of thy choice. Flo. Come, come, he muft not: Mark our contract. Pol. Mark your divorce, young Sir, [Discovering himself. Whom fon I dare not call: thou art too base To be acknowledg'd. Thou a scepter's heir, That thus affect'ft a fheep-hook! Thou old traitor, I'm forry, that, by hanging thee, I can but Shorten thy life one week. And thou fresh piece Of excellent witchcraft, who of force must know The royal fool thou coap'ft with Shep. O my heart! Pol. I'll have thy beauty fcratch'd with briars, and made That thou no more fhalt fee this knack, as never Unworthy Unworthy thee; if ever, henceforth, thou Per. Even here undone: I was not much afraid; for once or twice [Exit. Looks on alike. Wilt please you, Sir, be gone? [To Flor. Cam. Why, how now, father? Speak, ere thou dieft. Shep. I cannot fpeak, nor think, Nor dare to know that which I know. O Sir, [7. Flor. That thought to fill his grave in quiet; yea, Some hangman must put on my shroud, and lay me If I might die within this hour, I have liv'd Flo. Why look you .fo. upon me? I am but forry, not afraid; delay'd, But nothing alter'd: what I was, I am; [Exit. More ftraining on, for plucking back; not following My leafh unwillingly. Cam. Gracious my Lord, You know your father's temper: at this time 1 Then, |