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. SONG. A. Get you hence, for I must go; Where, it fits not you to know. D. Whither? M. O whither? D. Whither? M. It becomes thy oath full well, Thou to me thy secrets tell. D. Me too, let me go thither. M. Or thou go'st to the grange, or mill; D. If to either, thou dost ill. A. Neither. D. What, neither? A. Neither. 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 gentleman are in sad talk, and we'll not trouble them. Come, bring away thy pack after 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. me. Will you buy any tape, Any silk, any thread, Any toys for your head, Of the new'st, and fin'st, fin'st wear-a? Come to the pedler; Money's a medler, That doth utter1 all men's ware-a. [Aside. [Exeunt Clown, AUT., DORC., and MOPSA. 1 A sale or utterance of ware. Enter a Servant. Serv. Master, there is three carters, three shepherds, three neat-herds, three swine-herds, 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. see these four threes of herdsmen. Pray, let's 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 squire.2 Shep. Leave your prating; since these good men are pleased, let them come in; but quickly now. Serv. Why, they stay at door, sir. [Exit. Re-enter Servant, with twelve Rustics habited like Satyrs. They dance, and then exeunt. Pol. O, father, you'll know more of that hereafter.-3 Is it not too far gone?-'Tis time to part them.— He's simple, and tells much. [Aside.]—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 ransacked The pedler's silken treasury, and have poured it 1 Satyrs. 2 Foot rule (esquierre, Fr.) 3 This is an answer to something which the shepherd is supposed to have said to Polixenes during the dance. To her acceptance; you have let him go, Your lack of love or bounty, you were straited 2 Flo. Old sir, I know She prizes not such trifles as these are. The gifts she looks from me are packed and locked Or Ethiopian's tooth, or the fanned snow, How prettily the young swain seems to wash What you profess. Flo. Do, and be witness to't. Pol. And this my neighbor too? Flo. And he, and more Than he, and men; the earth, the heavens, and all : That, were I crowned the most imperial monarch, Thereof most worthy; were I the fairest youth That ever made eye swerve; had force, and knowl edge, More than was ever man's,-I would not prize them, Commend them, and condemn them, to her service, Pol. Cam. This shows a sound affection. Shep. Say you the like to him? Fairly offered But, my daughter, Per. I cannot speak 1 Bought, trafficked. 2 Straitened, put to difficulties. 3 i. e. sifted. So well, nothing so well; no, nor mean better. Take hands; a bargain;— Shep. Flo. O, that must be I' the virtue of your daughter: one being dead, Is, at the nuptial of his son, a guest That best becomes the table. Pray you, once more; Is not your father grown incapable Of reasonable affairs? Is he not stupid With age, and altering rheums? Can he speak? hear? Know man from man? dispute his own estate ?1 Lies he not bed-rid? and again does nothing, But what he did being childish? No, good sir; Flo. Than most have of his age. Pol. By my white beard, You offer him, if this be so, a wrong Something unfilial. Reason, my son Should choose himself a wife; but as good reason, But fair posterity) should hold some counsel In such a business. Flo. I yield all this; But, for some other reasons, my grave sir, Pol. Let him know't. Flo. He shall not. Pol. Pr'ythee, let him. Flo. No, he must not. Shep. Let him, my son; he shall not need to [Discovering himself. Whom son I dare not call; thou art too base Shorten thy life one week.-And thou, fresh piece Shep. O, my heart! Pol. I'll have thy beauty scratched with briers, and made More homely than thy state.-For thee, fond boy,— If I may ever know thou dost but sigh, That thou no more shalt never see this knack, (as never I mean thou shalt,) we'll bar thee from succession; That makes himself, but for our honor therein, 1 Far, in the old spelling farre, i. e. farther. The ancient comparative of fer was ferrer. |