Autolycus-Dorcas-Mopsa Trio

AUTOLYCUS:

Get you hence, for I must go

Where it fits not you to know.

DORICLES: Whither?

MOPSA: O, whither?

DORICLES: Whither?

MOPSA: It becomes thy oath full well,

Thou to me thy secrets tell.

DORICLES: Me too; let me go thither.

MOPSA: Or thou goest to th' grange, or mill.

DORICLES: If to either, thou dost ill.

AUTOLYCUS: Neither.

DORICLES: What, neither?

AUTOLYCUS: Neither.

DORICLES: Thou hast sworn my love to be.

MOPSA: Thou hast sworn it more to me:

Then whither goest? say, whither?