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He hath songs for man or woman, of all sizes: no milliner can so fit his
customers with gloves: he has the prettiest love-songs for maids, so without
bawdry (which is strange); with such delicate burdens of dildoes and fadings,
[195] jump her and thump her; and where some stretch-mouthed rascal

would, as it were, mean mischief and break a foul gap into the matter, he
makes the maid to answer ‘Whoop, do me no harm, good man’; puts him off,
slights him, with ‘Whoop, do me no harm, good man.’ [200]

POLIXENES
This is a brave fellow.

CLOWN
Believe me, thou talkest of an admirable conceited fellow. Has he any

unbraided wares?

SERVANT
He hath ribbons of all the colours i’ th’ rainbow; points, more than all the
lawyers in Bohemia can learnedly [205] handle, though they come to him by
th’ gross; inkles, caddisses, cambrics, lawns: why, he sings ’em over as they
were gods or goddesses; you would think a smock were a she-angel, he so

chants to the sleeve-hand and the work about the square on ’t. [210]

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.

[215]

PERDITA
Ay, good brother, or go about to think.

Enter Autolycus, singing.