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Do all tye there :, it shall be fo my care
To have you royally appointed, as if
The scene you play were mine. For instance, Sir,
That you may know you shall not want ; one word,

[Tbey talk afide. SCE N E X. Enter Autolicus. Aut. Ha, ha, what a fool honefty is ! and trust, his fworn brother, a very simple gentleman! I have sold all my trumpery; not a counterfeit ftone, not a ribbon, glass, pomander, broweh; table-book, ballad, knife, tape, glove, shoe-tye, bracelet, horn-ring, to keep my pack from fafting: they throng who fhould buy first, as if my trinkets had been hallowed and brought a benediction to the buyer; by which means, I saw whose purse was beft in picture ; and what I saw, to my good use, I remember'd. My good Clown (who wants but something to be a reasonable man) grew so in love with the wenches fong, that he would not Air his pettitoes 'till he had both tune and words, which so drew the reft of the herd to me, that all their other senses ftruck in ears; you might have pinch'd a placket, it was senseless ; 'twas nothing to geld a cod-piece of a pusle ; I would have filed keys off that hung in chains: no heasing, no feeling, but my Sir's song, and admiring the nothing of it. So that in this time of lethargy, I pick'd and cut most of their feftival purses ; and had not the old man come in with a whoo-bub againft his daughter and the King's son, and scar'd my choughs from the chaff, i had not left a purse alive in the whole army.

Camillo, Florizel, and Perdita come forward, Cam. Nay; but my letters by this means being there, So soon as you arrive, shall clear that doubt.

Flo. And those that you'll procure from King Leontes,
Cam. Shall satisfie your father.

Per. Happy be you !
All that you speak shews fair.
Cam. Who have we here ?

[Seeing Autot. We'll make an instrument of this; omit Nothing may give us aid.

Aut. If they have over-heard me now : why, hanging.


Cam. How now, good fellow, come, why thak’ft thou so? Fear not, man, here's no harm intended to thee,

Aut. I am a poor fellow, Sir.

Cam. Why, be so till: Here's no body will steal that from thee; yet for the oute fide of thy poverty, we must make an exchange : therefore discase thee instantly, (thou must think there's a necessity in't) and change garments with this gentleman: tho' the penny-worth on his fide be the worst, yet hold thee, there's some boot. Aut. I am a poor fellow, Sir; I know ye well enough,

[Afide. Cam. Nay, pr’ythee dispatch : the gentleman is half filead already. Aut. Are you in earneft, Sir ? I smell the trick on't.

[Afide. Flo. Dispatch, I pr'ythee.

Aut. Indeed I have had earneft, but I cannot with conscience take it.

Cam. Unbuckle, unbuckle.
Fortunate mistress, (let my prophecy
Come home to ye !) you must retire yourself
Into fome covert; take your sweet-heart's hat
And pluck it o'er your brows, muffle your face,
Dismantle you, and as you can, disliken
The truth of your own seeming, that you may
(For I do fear eyes over you) to ship-board
Get undefcry’d.

Per. I see the play so lyes.
That I must bear a part.

Cam. No remedy-
Have you done there?

Flo. Should I now meet my father,
He would not call me fon.

Cam. Nay, you shall have
No hat: come, Lady, come: farewel, my friend.

Aut, Adieu, Sir.

Fl. O Perdita, what have we twain forgot?
Pray you a word.

Cam. What I do next, shall be to tell the King. [Afide.

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Of this escape, and whither they are bound a
Wherein my hope is, I shall fo prevail
To force him after ; in whose company
I shall review Sicilia ; for whose fight
I have a woman's longing.

Flo, Fortune speed us !
Thus we set on, Camillo, to th’ sea-side.

[Exe. Flo.and Per. Cam. The fwifter speed, the better,

[Exit. SCENE XI. Aut. I understand the business, I heard it: to have an open ear, a quick eye, and a nimble hand, is necessary for a cut-purse; a good nose is requisite also, to smell out work for th' other senses. I see this is the time that the unjuft man doth thrive. What an exchange had this been, without boot ! what a boot is here with this exchange ! sure the Gods do this year connive at us, and we may do any thing extempore. The Prince himself is about a piece of iniquity, stealing away from his father, with his clog ac his heels. If I thought it were not a piece of honesty to acquaint the King withal, I would do't : I hold it the more knavery to conceal it; and therein am I conftant to my profession.

Enter Clown and Shepberd. Afde, afide, here's more matter for a hot brain; every. lane's end, every shop, church, session, hanging, yields a careful man work,

Clo. See, see; what a man you are now! there is no other way, but to tell the King The's a changeling, and none of your flesh and blood.

Shep. Nay, but hear me,
Clo. Nay, but hear me,
Sbep. Go to then,

Clo. She being none of your fiesh and blood, your flein and blood has not offended the King, and so your flesh and blood is not to be punish'd by him, Shew those things you found about her, those secret things, all but what she has with her ; this being done, let the law go whistle; I warrant you.

"Sbep. I will tell the King all, every wosd, yea, and his

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son's pranks too; who, I may say, is no honest man neither to his father, nor to me, to go about to make me the King's brother-in-law.

Clo. Indeed brother-in-law was the fartheft off you could have been to him, and then your blood had been the dearer by I know not how much an ounce, Aut. Very wisely, puppies !

[Aside. Sbep. Well ; let us to the King ; there is that in this farthel will make him scratch his beard.

Aut. I know not what impediment this complaint may be to the flight of my master.

Clo. 'Pray heartily he be at the palace,

Aut, Tho' I am not naturally bonest, I am so sometimes by chance : let me pocket up my pedler's excrement.* How now, rustiques, whither are you bound?

Sbep. To th' palace, an it like your worship.

Aut. Your affairs there, what, with whom, the condition of that farthel, the place of your dwelling, your names, your age, of what having, breeding, and any thing that is fitting for to be known, discover.

Clo. We are but plain fellows, Sir. Aut. A lie; you are rough and hairy ; let me have no lying; it becomes none but tradesmen, and they often give us soldiers the lie, but we pay them for it with stamped coin, not ftabbing steel, therefore they do give us the lie.

Cio. Your Worship bad like to have given us one, if, you had not taken yourself with the manour.

Sbep. Are you a Courtier, an't like you, Sir?

Aut. Whether it. like me, or no, I am a Courtier. Seelt thou not the air of che Court in these enfoldings ? hath not my gate in it the measure of the Court ? receives not thy nose Court-odour from me ? reflect I not on thy baseness, Court-contempt ? think it thou, for that I infinuate, or toze from thee thy business, I am therefpre no Courtier ? Iam Courtier Cap-a-pe: and one that will either push on, or push back thy business there, whereupon 1 command thee to open thy affair.

Shep. My business, Sir, is to the King. Aut. What advocate haft thou to him? * Meaning his falle board,


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Shep. I know riot, an't like you.

Clo: Advocate's the Court-word for a pheasant ; fay you have none.

Shep. None, Sir; I have no pheasant cock, nor hen.

Aut. How bless'd are we, that are not fimple men! Yet nature might have made me as these are, Therefore I will not disdain.

Clo. This cannot but be a great Courtier.

Shep. His garments are rich, but he wears them not handfomly.

Clo. He seems to be the more noble in being fantastical; a great man, I'll warrant ; I know by the picking on's teeth.

Aut. The farthel there ; what's i'th' farthel ? Wherefore that box?

Sbep. Sir, there lyes such secrets in this farthel and box, which none must know but the King, and which he shall know within this hour, if I may come to the speech of him. · Aut. Age, thou hast lost thy labour, Sbep. Why, Sir ?

Aut. The King is not at the palace, he is gone aboard a new ship, to purge melancholy and air kimself; for if thou be' ft capable of things serious, thou must know the King is full of grief.

Shep. So 'tis said, Sir, about his son that should have married a shepherd's daughter.

Aut. If that shepherd be not in hand-faft, let him fly; the curses he shall have, the tortures he shall feel, will break the back of man, the heart of monster.

Clo. Think you fo, Sir?

Aut. Not he alone shall suffer what wit can make heavy, and vengeance bitter ; but those that are germain to him, tho removed fifty times, shall all come under the hangman; which, tho' it be great pity, yet it is necessary. An old sheep-whistling rogue, a ram-tender to offer to have his daughter come into grace ! some say he shall be ston'd; but that death is too soft for him, say I: draw our throne into a sheep-cote! all deaths are too few, the sharpelt too easie. Glo. Has the old man e'er a fon, Sir, do you hear, Sir ?


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