CLOWN.
We’ll have this song out anon by ourselves. My father and the gentlemen are in sad talk, and we’ll not trouble them. Come, bring away thy pack after me. Wenches, I’ll buy for you both. Pedlar, let’s have the first choice. Follow me, girls.
[Exit with Dorcas and Mopsa.]
AUTOLYCUS.
[Aside.] And you shall pay well for ’em.
SONG.
Will you buy any tape,
Or lace for your cape,
My dainty duck, my dear-a?
Any silk, any thread,
Any toys for your head,
Of the new’st and fin’st, fin’st wear-a?
Come to the pedlar;
Money’s a meddler
That doth utter all men’s ware-a.
[Exit.]
Enter Servant.
SERVANT.
Master, there is three carters, three shepherds, three neat-herds, three swine-herds, that have made themselves all men of hair. They call themselves saltiers, and they have 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.
SHEPHERD.
Away! we’ll none on ’t. Here has been too much homely foolery already. I know, sir, we weary you.
POLIXENES.
You weary those that refresh us: pray, let’s see these four threes of herdsmen.