AUTOLYCUS.
This is a merry ballad; but a very pretty one.
MOPSA.
Let’s have some merry ones.
AUTOLYCUS.
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. ’Tis in request, I can tell you.
MOPSA.
We can both sing it: if thou’lt bear a part, thou shalt hear; ’tis in three parts.
DORCAS.
We had the tune on ’t a month ago.
AUTOLYCUS.
I can bear my part; you must know ’tis my occupation: have at it with you.
SONG.
AUTOLYCUS.
Get you hence, for I must go
Where it fits not you to know.
DORCAS.
Whither?
MOPSA.
O, whither?