_Ant._ Here's one to a very doleful tune, how a usurer's 255 wife was brought to bed of twenty money-bags at a burthen and how she longed to eat adders' heads and toads carbonadoed. _Mop._ Is it true, think you? _Ant._ Very true, and but a month old. 260 _Dor._ Bless me from marrying a usurer! _Ant._ Here's the midwife's name to't, one Mistress Tale-porter, and five or six honest wives that were present. Why should I carry lies abroad? _Mop._ Pray you now, buy it. 265 _Clo._ Come on, lay it by: and let's first see moe ballads; we'll buy the other things anon. _Ant._ Here's another ballad of a fish, that appeared upon, the coast on Wednesday the fourscore of April, forty thousand fathom above water, and sung this ballad against the 270 hard hearts of maids: it was thought she was a woman, and was turned into a cold fish for she would not exchange flesh with one that loved her: the ballad is very pitiful and as true. _Dor._ Is it true too, think you? _Ant._ Five justices' hands at it, and witnesses more 275 than my pack will hold. _Clo._ Lay it by too: another. _Ant._ This is a merry ballad, but a very pretty one. _Mop._ Let's have some merry ones. _Ant._ Why, this is a passing merry one and goes to the 280 tune of 'Two maids wooing a man:' there's scarce a maid westward but she sings it; 'tis in request, I can tell you. _Mop._ We can both sing it: if thou'lt bear a part, thou shalt hear; 'tis in three parts. _Dor._ We had the tune on't a month ago. 285 _Ant._ I can bear my part; you must know 'tis my occupation: have at it with you. SONG. _A._ Get you hence, for I must go Where it fits not you to know. _D._. Whither? _M._ O, whither? _D._ Whither? 290 _M._ It becomes thy oath full well, Thou to me thy secrets tell: _D._ Me too, let me go thither. _M._ Or thou goest to the grange or mill: _D._ If to either, thou dost ill. 295 _A._ Neither. _D._ What, neither? _A._ Neither. _D._ Thou hast sworn my love to be; _M._ Thou hast sworn it more to me: Then whither goest? say, whither? _Clo._ We'll have this song out anon by ourselves: my 300 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._ _Ant._ And you shall pay well for 'em. [_Follows singing._ 305