POL. Then make your garden rich in gillyvors, And do not call them bastards. PER. I'll not put Desire to breed by me.-Here's flowers for you: CAM. I should leave grazing, were I of your flock, And only live by gazing. Out, alas! PER. You'd be so lean, that blasts of January Would blow you through and through.—Now, my fair'st friend, I would I had some flowers o' the spring, that might Become your time of day; and yours, and yours, From Dis's waggon! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take 1 - - gillyvors,-] An ancient and popular form of "gillyflowers." b The marigold,-] The sun-flower. "Some calle it, Sponsus Solis, the Spowse of the Sunne, because it sleepes and is awakened with him."-LUPTON'S Book of Notable Things. e And the true blood which peeps fairly through it,-] Mr. Collier's annotator, as "necessary to the measure," proposes,- The winds of March with beauty; violets, dim, A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds, O, Doricles! Do plainly give you out an unstain'd shepherd, You woo'd me the false way. That makes her blood look out: good sooth, she is Come on, strike up! DOR. Mopsa must be your mistress: marry, garlic, To mend her kissing with. MOP. Now, in good time! Which dances with your daughter? SHEP. They call him Doricles; and boasts To have a worthy feeding: but I have it He looks like sooth. He says, he loves my I think so too; for never gaz'd the moon SERV. O master, if you did but hear the pedler at the door, you would never dance again after a tabor and pipe; no, the bagpipe could not move you: he sings several tunes faster 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 set down, or a very pleasant thing indeed, and sung lamentably. SERV. He hath songs for man or woman, of all sizes; no milliner can so fit his customers with gloves he has the prettiest love-songs for maids; so without bawdry, which is strange; with such POL. This is a brave fellow. d CLO. Believe me, thou talkest of an admirableconceited fellow. Has he any unbraided wares? SERV. He hath ribands of all the colours i' the rainbow; points, more than all the lawyers in Bohemia can learnedly handle, though they come to him by the gross; inkles, caddisses, cambrics, lawns; why, he sings 'em over, as they were gods or goddesses; you would think, a smock were a she-angel, he so chants to the sleeve-hand, and the work about the square on 't. e CLO. Pr'ythee, bring him in; and let him ap- PER. Forewarn him that he use no scurrilous PER. Ay, good brother, or go about to think. Enter AUTOLYCUS, singing. Lawn as white as driven snow; What maids lack from head to heel : CLO. If I were not in love with Mopsa, thou shouldst take no money of me; but being enthralled as I am, it will also be the bondage of certain ribands and gloves. MOP. I was promised them against the feast; but they come not too late now. DOR. He hath promised you more than that, or there be liars. H MOP. I have done. Come, you promised me a tawdry lace and a pair of sweet gloves. a CLO. Have I not told thee how I was cozened by the ? way, and lost all my money AUT. And, indeed, sir, there are cozeners abroad; therefore it behoves men to be wary. CLO. Fear not thou, man, thou shalt lose nothing here. AUT. I hope so, sir; for I have about me many parcels of charge. CLO. What hast here? ballads? MOP. Pray now, buy some: I love a ballad in print a'-life; for then we are sure they are true. AUT. Here's one to a very doleful tune, How a usurer's wife was brought to bed of twenty moneybags at a burden; and how she longed to eat adders' heads, and toads carbonadoed. MOP. Is it true, think you? AUT. Very true; and but a month old. DOR. Bless me from marrying a usurer! AUT. Here's the midwife's name to 't, one mistress Taleporter; and five or six honest wives' that were present. Why should I carry lies abroad? MOP. Pray you now, buy it. CLO. Come on, lay it by: and let's first see more ballads; we 'll buy the other things anon. AUT. Here's another ballad, Of a fish, that appeared upon the coast on Wednesday the fourscore of April, forty thousand fathom above water, and sung this ballad against the hard hearts of maids: (9) it was thought she was a woman, and was turned into a cold fish for she would not exchange flesh with one that loved her: the ballad is very pitiful, and as true. DOR. Is it true too, think you? AUT. Five justices' hands at it, and witnesses more than my pack will hold. CLO. Lay it by too: another. AUT. This is a merry ballad, but a very pretty one. MOP. Let's have some merry ones. AUT. Why, this is a passing" merry one, and goes to the tune of 'Two maids wooing a man:' there's scarce a maid westward but she sings it; 't is in request, I can tell you. MOP. We can both sing it; if thou 'lt bear a part, thou shalt hear; 't is 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 ; aa tawdry lace-] A sort of ornament worn by women round the neck or waist, and so called, it is said, after St. Audrey (Etheldreda). b a passing merry one,-] As we should now call it, a surpassingly merry one, an exceeding merry one. SERV. Master, there is three carters, three shepherds, three neatherds, three swineherds, that have made themselves all men of hair; (10) 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: pray, let's see these four threes of herdsmen. 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." d SHEP. Leave your prating: since these good sad-] For grave, serious. Saltiers:] The rustic's blunder for Satyrs. the squire.] The foot-rule: French, esquierre. See note (b), p. 92, Vol. I. |