Page 820 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

Lawn as white as driven snow,
Cypress black as e’er was crow,
Gloves as sweet as damask roses,
Masks for faces and for noses: [220]

Bugle-bracelet, necklace amber,
Perfume for a lady’s chamber:
Golden quoifs and stomachers
For my lads to give their dears:

Pins, and poking-sticks of steel, [225]
What maids lack from head to heel:
Come buy of me, come! come buy! come buy!
Buy, lads, or else your lasses cry.

Come buy!

CLOWN
If I were not in love with Mopsa, thou shouldst [230] take no money of me;
but being enthralled as I am, it will also be the bondage of certain ribbons
and gloves.

MOPSA
I was promised them against the feast; but they come not too late now.

DORCAS

He hath promised you more than that, or there be [235] liars.

MOPSA

He hath paid you all he promised you: may be he has paid you more, which
will shame you to give him again.

CLOWN
Is there no manners left among maids? Will they [240] wear their plackets
where they should bear their faces? Is there not milking-time, when you are
going to bed, or kiln-hole, to whistle of these secrets, but you must be tittle-

tattling before all our guests? ’Tis well they are whispering: clamor your
tongues, and not a word more. [245]

MOPSA