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I would, I had some flowers o'the spring, that might
Flo. What? like a corse ?
Per. No, like a bank, for love to lie and play on;
Flo. What you do,
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Nothing but that; move ftill, still fo,
Per. O Doricles,
Flo. I think, you have
Per. I'll swear * for one.
Pol. This is the prettiest low-born lass, that ever
Cam. He tells her something,
Clo. Come on, strike up.
Dor. Mopsa must be your mistress : marry, garlick,
Clo. Not a word, a word; we stand upon our manners.
* Each your doing, &c.]-your manner in each act crowns the act.
Here a dance of Shepherds and Shepherdesses.
Shep. They call him Doricles; and he boasts himself
Pol. She dances featly.
Shep. So she does any thing; though I report it,
Enter a Servant. Ser. O master, if you did but hear the pedlar at the door, you would never dance again after a tabor and pipe; no, the bag-pipe could not move you': he sings several tunes, fafter 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 ser down, or a very pleasant thing indeed, and sung lamentably.
Ser. He hath songs, for man, or woman, of all sizes ; no milliner 'can fo fit his customers with gloves : he has the prettiest love-songs for maids ; so without bawdry,
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grew]-were rivetted as by a spell. which is strange ; with such delicate burdens of dil-do's and fadings : jump her and thump ber; 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, Nights him, with Whoop, do me no barm, good man.
Pol. This is a brave fellow.
Clo. Believe me, thou talkest of an admirable-conceited fellow. Has he any d unbraided wares ?
Ser. He hath ribbons of all the colours i'the rainbow ; points, more than all the lawyers in Bohemia can learn. edly handle, though they come to him by the gross ; inkles, cadisses, çambricks, 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 'Neeve-band, and the work about the & square on't.
Clo. Pr’ythee, bring him in; and let him approach
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.
a of dil-do's]_" with a hie dildo dill."-Burden and tune of an old
o fadings :)-dances. i Whoop, do me no harm, good man ;)-The name of an old song. d unbraided ]-fresh, choice, beyond what are merely braided. e points,]-laces.
Neeve-hando 8 square)—bosom.
Bugle bracelet, "neck-lace amber,
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 ribbons and gloves.
Mop. I was promised 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 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 promis'd me a tawdry lace, and a pair of n sweet gloves.
Clo. Have I not told thee, how I was cozen'd by the way, and lost all my money?
h neck-lace amber,]-bead amber, fit to perfume, &c.
poking sticks)-plaiting-sticks. * kill-hole,)-the mouth of a kiln, or oven.
· Charm your tongues-Hold your peace-bells are said to be clamm’d, when the clappers are cover'd with felt, and the found thereby stifled. fweer]-perfum’d.