CLOWN.
Prithee bring him in; and let him approach singing.
PERDITA.
Forewarn him that he use no scurrilous words in ’s tunes.
[Exit Servant.]
CLOWN.
You have of these pedlars that have more in them than you’d think, sister.
PERDITA.
Ay, good brother, or go about to think.
Enter Autolycus, singing.
AUTOLYCUS.
Lawn as white as driven snow,
Cypress black as e’er was crow,
Gloves as sweet as damask roses,
Masks for faces and for noses,
Bugle-bracelet, necklace amber,
Perfume for a lady’s chamber,
Golden quoifs and stomachers
For my lads to give their dears,
Pins and poking-sticks of steel,
What maids lack from head to heel.
Come buy of me, come; come buy, come buy;
Buy, lads, or else your lasses cry.
Come, buy.
CLOWN.
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 ribbons and gloves.
MOPSA.
I was promised them against the feast; but they come not too late now.
DORCAS.
He hath promised you more than that, or there be liars.