tell you. We can both sing it: if thou'lt bear a part, thou shalt hear; 'tis in three parts. We had the tune on't a month ago. I can bear my part; you must know 'tis my occupation; have at it with you. Get you hence, for I must go Where it fits not you to know. Whither? O, whither? Whither? It becomes thy oath full well, Thou to me thy secrets tell. Me too, let me go thither. Or thou goest to the orange or mill. If to either, thou dost ill. Neither. What, neither? Neither. Thou hast sworn my love to be. Thou hast sworn it more to me: Then whither goest? say, whither? 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. And you shall pay well for 'em. 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 finest, finest wear-a? Come to the pedlar; Money's a medler. That doth utter all men's ware-a. 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 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. Away! we'll none on 't: here has been too much homely foolery already. I know, sir, we weary you. You weary those that refresh us: pray, let's see these four threes of herdsmen. 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 squier. Leave your prating: since these good men are pleased, let them come in; but quickly now. Why, they stay at door, sir. O, father, you'll know more of that hereafter. Is it not too far gone? 'Tis time to part them. He's simple and tells much. How now, fair shepherd! Your heart is full of something that does take Your mind from feasting. Sooth, when I was young And handed love