Nothing but that; move still, ftilt fo,no samo)
And own no other function. Each your doing,
So fingular in each particular,

Crowns what you're doing in the prefent 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 fhepherd;.
With wifdom-I might fear, my Doricles,
You woo'd me the falfe way.

Flo. I think, you have1

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 fhe does, or feems, But fmacks of fomething greater than herself, Too noble for this place.

Cam. He tells her fomething",

That makes her blood look out: good footh, fhe is The Queen of curds and cream.

Each your doing,] That.

Pol. 'I'll fwear for 'em,

is, your manner in each act This is the prettiest, &c.

crowns the act.

• I think, you

have

As little skill to fear] To barve fkill to do a thing was a phrafe then in ufe equivalent to our to have reason to do a thing. The Oxford Editor, ignorant of this, alters it to,

As little fkill in fear, which has no kind of sense in this place. WARBURTON.

+ Per. I'll fear for 'em.] I fancy this half line is placed to a wrong perfon, and that the king begins his fpeech afide...

He tells her fomething, That makes her Blood look on't: Thus all the old Editions. The Meaning must be this. The Prince tells her Something, that calls the Blood up into her Cheeks, and makes her blifh. She, but a little before, ufes a like Expref fion to describe the Prince's Siny cerity.

• your Youth And the true Blood, which peeps forth fairly through it, Do plainly give you out an un ftain'd Shepherd. THEO. Clo.

Clo. Come on, ftrike up sc

t

Dor. Mopfa must be your miftrefs; marry, garlick to mend her kiffing wither rɔno ni los Mop. Now in good timeles

Clo. Not a word, a word; we ftand upon our manners: come, ftrike up.

Here a dance of Shepherds and Shepherdesses. Pol. Pray, good fhepherd, what fair fwain 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 fays, he loves my daughter,
I think fo 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 kifs to chufe

Who loves another beft.

Pol. She dances featly.

Shep. So fhe does any thing, tho' I report it
That fhould be filent; if young Doricles
Do light upon her, fhe fhall bring him that
Which he not dreams of.

Ser. O mafter, 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 feveral tunes, fafter than you'll tell mony; 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 fet down; or a very pleasant thing indeed, and fung lamentably.

Ser. He hath fongs for man, or woman, of all fizes; no milliner can fo fit his customers with gloves: he has the prettieft love-fongs for maids, fo without bawdry (which is strange), with such delicate burdens of didle-dos and fadings: jump her and thump her: and where fome ftretch-mouth'd rafcal would, as it were, mean mifchief, and break a foul gap into the matter, he makes the maid to anfwer, Whoop, do me no harm, good man; puts him off, flights him, with Whoop, do 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'ch' rainbow; points, more than all the lawyers in Bohemia can learnedly handle, though they come to him by the grofs; inkles, caddiffes, cambricks, lawns; why, he fings them over, 'as they were Gods and Goddeffes; you would think a fmock were a fhe-angel, he fo chants to the fleeve band, and the work about the fquare on't.

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Clo. Pr'ythee, bring him in; and let him approach, finging.

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

Clo. You have of thefe pedlers that have more in 'em than you'd think, fifter.

Per. Ay, good brother, or go about to think.

• Unbraided wares.] Surely we must read braided, for fuch

are all the wares mentioned in the answer.

VOL. II.

Sleeve-band is put very properly by Sir T. Hanmer; it was before fleeve band.

X

Enter

Enter Autolycus finging.

Lawn as white as driven fnow,
Cyprus black as e'er was crow;
Gloves as fweet as damask rofes,
Mafks for faces and for nofes;
Bugle-bracelets, neck-lace amber,
Perfume for a lady's chamber:
Golden quoifs, and ftomachers,
lads to give their dears:

For my

Pins, and poaking-flicks of steel,

What maids lack from head to heel:
Come buy of me, come: come buy, come buy,
Buy, lads, or elfe your laffes cry.

Come buy, &c.

Clo. If I were not in love with Mopfa, thou should' take no mony of me; but being enthrall'd as I am, it will alfo 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 fhame you to give him again.

Clo. Is there no manners left among maids? will they wear their plackets, where they fhould wear their faces? is there not milking time,, when you are going to bed, or kiln-hole, to whistle of thefe fecrets, but you must be tittle-tattling before all our guests? 'tis well, they are whifp'ring. Clamour your tongues, and not a word more.

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

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

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 parcels of charge.

Clo. What haft here? ballads?

Mop. Pray now, buy fome; I love a ballad in print, or a life; for then we are fure they are true.

Aut. Here's one to a very doleful tune, how an ufurer's wife was brought to bed with twenty mony bags at a burden; and how the long'd to eat adders' heads, and toads carbonado'd.

Map. Is it true, think you?

Aut. Very true, and but a month old.

Dor. Blefs me from marrying an ufurer!

Aut. Here's the midwife's name to't, one miftrefs Taleporter, and five or fix honeft wives that were prefent. Why fhould I carry lies abroad?

Mop. Pray you now, buy it.

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 coaft, on Wednesday the fourfcore of April, forty thoufand fathom above water, and fung this ballad against the hard hearts of maids; it was thought, fhe was a woman, and was turn'd into a cold fish, for fhe would not exchange flesh with one that lov'd her. The ballad is very pitiful, and as true. Dor. Is it true too, think you?

the repetition of the strokes be- this is called clamouring them. comes much quicker than before: The allufion is humourous.

WARBURTON.