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Page 38
DORCAS.
Is it true too, think you?
AUTOLYCUS.
Five justices' hands at it; and witnesses more than my pack
will hold.
CLOWN.
Lay it by too: another.
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?
DORCAS.
Whither?
MOPSA.
It becomes thy oath full well
Thou to me thy secrets tell.
DORCAS.
Me too! Let me go thither.
MOPSA.
Or thou goest to the grange or mill:
DORCAS.
If to either, thou dost ill.
AUTOLYCUS.
Neither.
DORCAS.
What, neither?
AUTOLYCUS.
Neither.
DORCAS.
Thou hast sworn my love to be;
MOPSA.
Thou hast sworn it more to me;
Then whither goest?--say, whither?
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.
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