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condition of that farthel ? the place of your dwelling? your names ? your age? of what having, breeding, and everything 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 lye; but we pay them for it with ftamped coin, not stabbing steel, therefore they do not give us the lyes.
Člo. Your Worship had like to have given us one, if
you had not taken yourself with the manner. Shep. Are you a Courtier, an like you,
Shep. My business, Sir, is to the King.
Clo. Advocate's the court word for a pheasant';
Aut. How bless’d are we, that are not simple men! Yet Naturè might have made me as these are, Therefore I will not disdain.
therefore they do not Advocate's the
court word for give us the lie.] Dele the nega a pheasant ;] This fatire on the tive: the sense requires it. The bribery of courts, is not unpleaJoke is this, they have a profit fant.
WARBURTON. in lying to us, by advancing the This satire, or this pleasantry, priceof their commodities; there- 'I confess myself not well to unfore they do lie. WARB. derstand.
Clo. This cannot be but a great Courtier.
Shep. His garments are rich, but he wears them not handsomely.
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 ?
Shep. Sir, there lies 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 th' speech of him.
Aut. Age, thou hast lost thy labour.
Aut. The King is not at the Palace : he is gone aboard a new ship, to purge melancholy and air himself; for if thou be'st 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-falt, 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 germane to him, tho' remov'd fifty times, shall all come under the hangman; which tho' it be great pity, yet it is necessary. An old feep-whistling rogue, a ramtender, 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-coat! all deaths are too few, the sharpest too easy.
? A great man--by the pick- bastard in King John, speaking ing of his teeth.] It seems, that of the traveller, says, to pick the teeth was, at thís He and his pick-tooth at ny time, a mark of some pretension worship's mejs. to greatness or elegance. So the
Clo. Has the old man e'er a son, Sir, do you hear, an't like you, Sir ?
Aut. He has a son, who shall be fay'd alive, then 'nointed over with honey, set on the head of a wasp's nest, then stand 'till he be three quarters and a dram dead; then recover'd again with Aqua-vitæ, or fome other hot infusion; then, raw as he is, and in the hottest day prognostication proclaims, shall he be fer against a brick-wall, the Sun looking with a southward eye upon him, where he is to behold him, with fies blown to death. But what talk ye of these traitorly rascals, whose miseries are to be smil'd at, their offences being so capital ? Tell me, (for you seem to be honest plain men) what you have to the King; being something * gently considered, I'll bring you where he is abroad, tender your persons to his presence, while per him in your behalf, and if it be in man besides the King to effect your suits, here is a man thall do it,
Clo. He seems to be of great authority , close with him, give him gold ; and though authority be a stubborn Bear, yet he is oft led by the nose with gold; thew the inside of your purse to the outside of his hand, and no more ado. Remember, ston'd, and flay'd alive.
Shep. An't please you, Sir, to undertake the buliness for us, here is that gold I have; I'll make it as much more, and leave this young man in pawn 'till I bring it you.
Aut. After I have done what I promised?
Aut. Well, give me the moiety. Are you a party in this bufiness?
Clo. In some sort, Sir , but tho' my case be a pitiful one, I hope, I shall not be Aay'd out of it.
the hottest day, &c.] . - gently confider'd] That is, That is, the botteft day foretold in Iwbo am regarded as a gentleman the Almanack.
will bring you to the king.
Aut. Oh, that's the case of the shepherd's son ; -hang him, he'll be made an example,
Clo. Comfort, good comfort; we must to the King, and shew our strange sights; he must know, 'tis none of your daughter, nor my sister; we are gone else. . Sir, I will give you as much as this old man does, when the business is perform’d: and remain, as he says, your Pawn 'till it be brought you.
Aut. I will trust you, walk before toward the seaside, go on the right hand; I will but look upon the hedge, and follow you.
Cia. We are blefled in this man, as I may say, even bless'd.
Shep. Let's before, as he bids uss he was provided to do us good.
[Exeunt Shep. and Clown. Aut. If I had a mind to be honest, I see, Fortune would not suffer me ; she drops booties in my mouth, I am courted now with a double occasion: gold, and a means to do the Prince my master good, which, who knows how that they may turn back to my advancement? I will bring these two moles, these blind ones, aboard him ; if he think it fit to shọre them again, and that the complaint they have to the King concerns him nothing, let him call me rogue, for being so far officious ; for I am proof against that Title, and what shame else belongs to't: to him will I present them, there may be matter in it.
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Changes to Sicilia. Enter Leontes, Cleomines, Dion, Paulina, and
IR, you have done enough, and have perform’d
A saint-like sorrow : no fault could you make, Which you have not redeem'd; indeed, paid down More penitence, than done trespass. At the last, Do as the heav'ns have done, forget your evil; With them, forgive yourself.
Leo. Whilft I remember
Paul. True, too true, my Lord;
Leo. I think so. Killid? Kill'd ? she I kill'd! I did so, but thou strik'it me Sorely to say I did ; it is as bitter Upon thy tongue, as in my thought. Now, good now, Say so but seldom. . In former editions,
that true, here, has jumped out Destroy'd the sweet'/ Companion, of its place in all the Editions. that e'er Man
THEOBALD. Bred bis bopes out of, true.
* This is a favourite thought; Paul. Too true, my Lord.] A it was bestowed on Miranda and very flight Examination will con- Rosalind before. vince every intelligent Reader, 7