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Will you buy any tape,

Or lace for your cape,
My dainty duck, my dear.a?

And silk, and thread,

Any toys for your head
Of the newʻst, and finift, fin'st wear-a?

Come to the Pedler

Money's a medler,
That doth utter all men's ware-a.

[Ex. Clown, Autolycus, Dorcas, and Mopsa.

SCEN E VII.

Enter a Servant.

Ser. Master, there are three carters, three shepherds, three neat-herds, and three swine-herds, that have made themselves all men of hair?; they call them

felves

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Master, there are three Car

all min of hair,] i. e. ters, three Shepherds, three Neat- nimble, that leap as if they reherds, and three Swine herds,-] bounded : The phrase is taken Thus all the printed Copies hi- from tennis balls, which were therto. Now, in two Speeches stuffed with hair. So in Henry V. after this, these are called four it is said of a courser, three's of Herdsmen. But could He bounds as if his entrails were the Carters properly be called hairs. WARBURTON. Herdsmen? At least, they have This is a strange interpretanot the final Syllable, Herd, in tion. Errors, says Dryden, How their Names ; which, I believe, upon the surface, but there are Shakespeare intended, all the four men who will fetch them from tbree's should have. I therefore the bottom. Men of hair are guess that he wrote ;-Master, hairy men, or satyrs. A dance there are three Goat herds, &c. of satyrs was no unusual enterAnd so, I think, we take in the tainment in the middle ages At four Species of Cattle usually a great festival celebrated in tended by Herdsmen.

France, the king and some of TheoBALD. the nobles personated fatyrs X 3

dressed

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selves Saltiers : and they have a dance, which the wenches say 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 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. Pray, let's see these 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 the square.

Shep. Leave your prating ; since these good men are pleas'd, let them come in; but quickly now.

Here a Dance of twelve Satyrs.
Pol. [afide.] O, father, you'll know more of that

hereafter
Is it not too far gone ? 'tis time to part them.
He's simple, and tells much.-How now, fair shep-

herd ? Your heart is full of something, that doth take Your mind from feasting. Sooth, when I was young,

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dressed in close habits, tufted or of Burgundy, who threw her
Shagged all over, to imitate hair. robe over him and saved him.
They began a wild dance, and Bowling, I believe, is here
in the tumult of their merriment a term for a dance of smooth
one of them went too near a motion without great exertion
çandle, and set fire to his fatyr's of agility,
garb; the flame ran instantly & Pol. O, farber, you'll know
over the loose tufts, and spread more of that hereafter. ] This
itself to the dress of those that is replied by the King in answer
were next him ; a great number to the shepherd's faying, fince
of the dancers were cruelly these good men are pleased. Yet
scorched, being neither able to the Oxford Editor, I can't tell
throw off their coats nor extin- why, gives this line to Florizel,
guish them.

The king had set since Florizel and the old man himself in the lap of the duchess were not in conversation.

WARBURTON,

And

And handed love, as you do, I was wont
To load my she with knacks; I would have ransack'd
The pedler's filken treasury, and have pour'd it
To her acceptance ; you have let him go,
And nothing marted with him. If your lass
Interpretation should abuse, and call this
Your lack of love or bounty; you were straited
For a reply, at least, if you make care
Of happy holding her.

Flo. Old Sir, I know,
She prizes not such trifles as these are ;
The gifts, she looks from me, are packt and lockt
Up in my heart, which I have given already,
But not deliver'd. O, hear me breathe my love
Before this ancient Sir, who, it should seem,
Hath sometime lov’d. I take thy hand, this hand,
As soft as dove's down, and as white as it,
Or Ethiopian's tooth, or the fann'd snow
That's bolted by the northern blait ewice o'er.

Pol. What follows this?
How prettily the young swain seems to wash
The hand, was fair before !--I've put you out-
But, to your protestation: let ine hear
What you profess.

Flo. Do, and be witness 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 most worthy, were I the fairelt youth
That ever made eye fwerve, had force and knowledge
More than was ever man's, I would not prize them
Without her love ; for her employ them all ;
Commend them, and condemn chem to her service,
Or to their own perdition.

Pol. Fairly offer'd.
Cam. This shews a found affection.
Shep. But, my daughter,

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Say

Say you the like to him?

Per. I cannot speak
So well, nothing so well, no, nor mean better.
By th' pattern of mine own thoughts I cut out
The purity of his.

Shep. Take hands, a bargain ;
And, friends unknown, you shall bear witness to't :
I give my daughter to him, and will make
Her portion equal his.

Flo. O, that must be
I'th' virtue of your daughter ; one being dead,
I shall have more than you can dream of yet,
Enough then for your wonder.

But come on,
Contract us 'fore these witnesses.

Shep. Come, your hand, And, daughter, yours.

Pol. Soft, swain, 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 shall.

Pol. Methinks, a father
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 alt'ring rheums ? can he speak? hear?
Know man from man? dispute his own estate ?
Lies he not bed-rid ? and, again, does nothing,
But what he did being childish ?

Flo. No, good Sir;
He has his health, and ampler strength, indeed,
Than most have of his age.

Pol. By my white beard,
You offer him, if this be so, a wrong.

dispute his own estate?] tate may be the same with talk Perhaps for dispute we might over his affairs. read compute ; but dispute bis el

Something

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Something unfilial : Reason, my son,
Should chuse himself a wife ; but as good reason,
The father (all whose joy is nothing else
But fair pofterity) should hold some counsel
In such a business.

Flo. I yield all this ;
But for some other reasons, my grave Sir,
Which 'tis not fit you know, I not acquaint
My father of this business.

Pol. Let him know't.
Flo. He shall not.
Pol. Priythee, let him.
Flo. No: he must not:

Shep. Let him, my son ; he shall not need to grieve At knowing of thy choice.

Fio. Come, come, he must not :
Mark our contract.
Pol. Mark your divorce, young Sir,

[Discovering himself.
Whom son I dare not call : thou art coo base
To be acknowledg’d. Thou a scepter's heir,
That thus affect'st a sheep-hook! Thou old traytor,
I'm sorry, 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 cop'st with

Shep. O my heart ! Pol. I'll havethy beautyscratch'd with briars,and made More homely than thy state. For thee, fond boy, If I may ever know thou dost but figh That thou no more shalt see this knack, as never I mean thou shalt, we'll bar thee from succession; Not hold thee of our blood, no, not our kin, * Far than Deucalion off. Mark thou my words ; Follow us to the court. Thou churl, for this time,

* Far than.] I think for far even so far off as Deucalion the iban we should read far as. We common ancestor of all. will not hold thee of our kin

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