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know you shall not want; one word.

[They talk afide. Enter Autolicus. Aut. Ha, ha, what a fool Honesty is! and Trust, his. sworn brother, a very simple gentleman! I have sold all my trumpery; not a counterfeit stone, not a ribbon, glass, pomander, browch, table-book, ballad, knife, tape, glove, shoe-tye, bracelet, horn-ring to keep my Pack from fafting : they throng who should buy first, as if my trinkets had been hallowed, and brought a benediation to the buyer ; by which means, I saw whose purse was best 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 ftir his pettitoes 'till he had both tune and words ; which so drew the rest of the herd to me, that all their other senses kuck in ears; you might have pinch'd a placket, it was senseless ; 'twas nothing to geld a codpiece of a purse; I would have filed keys off, that hung in chains : no hearing, 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 festival purses: and had not the old man come in with a whoo-bub against his daughter and the King's son, and scar'd my choughs from the chaff, I had not left a purse alive in

(Camillo, Flor. and Perd. come forward.. Cam. Nay, but my letters by this means being

there, So soon

as you arrive, fhall clear that Doubt. Flor. 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 Autol. We'll make an instrument of this; omit Nothing may give us aid.

Aut,

the whole army:

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

[ Aside. Cam. How now, good fellow, Why shak'st thou fo? fear not, man, Here's no harm intended to thee.

Aut. I am a poor fellow, Sir. Cam. Why, be fo lill; here's no body will steal That from thee; yet for the outside of thy poverty, we must make an exchange; therefore discale thee inftantly : (thou must think, there's necessity in't) and change garments with this gentleman: tho' the pennyworth, on his side, be the worst, yet hold thee, there's some boot.

Aut. I am a poor fellow, Sir; (I know ye well enough.)

Cam. Nay, prythee, dispatch: the gentleman is half flead already.

Aut. Are you in e raest, Sir? (I smell the trick. on't.)

Flo. Dispatch, I pr’ythee.

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

Cam. Unbuckle, unbuckle.
Fortunate Mistress! (let my Prophecy
Come home to ye,) you must retire your self
Into some 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 wndescry'd

Per. I see, the Play folyes,
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 son.

Cam. Nay, you shall have no hat: Come, lady, come: farewel, my friend. Aut. Adieu, Şir.

Flo.

Flo. O Perdita, what have we twain forgot?
Pray you, a word.
Can. What I do next, shall be to tell the King

[Aside.
Of this Escape, and whither they are bound:
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.

[Exit Flor, with Per. Cam. The swifter speed, the better. [Exit.

Aut. I understand the business, I hear it: to have an open ear, a quick eye, and a nimble hand, is neceffary 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 unjust 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 ; itealing away from his father, with his clog at his heels. If I thought it were a piece of honesty to acquaint the King withal, I would not do't; I hold it the more knavery to conceal it; and therein am I constant to my Profession.

Enter Clown and Shepherd. 1 Afide, afide, here's more matter for a hot brain; eve

ry 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 she's a Changling, and none of your flesh and blood.

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

Clo. She being none of your flesh and blood, your Aesh and blood has not offended the King; and, so, VOL. III.

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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 The has with her; this being done, let the law go whistle; I warrant you.

Shep. I will tell the King all, every word, yea, and his son's pranks too; who, I may fay, is no honeft 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 farthest off you could have been to him ; and then your blood had been the dearer by I know how much an ounce. Aut. Very wisely, puppies !

[ Afidi

. Shep: 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 fight of my master.

Clo. 'Pray heartily, he be at the Palace.

Aut. Tho' I am not naturally honest, I am so fome. times by chance : let me pocket up my Pedler's excre. ment. How now, rustiques, whither are you bound?

Shep. 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 itamped coin, not stabbing steel, therefore they do not give us the lie. Clo. Your Worship had like to have given us one,

if you had not taken

your

self with the manner. Shep. Are you a Courtier, an like you, Sir ?

Aut. Whether it like me, or no, I am a Courtier. Seest thou not the air of the Court in these enfoldings? hath not my gate in it the measure of the Court? Teceives not thy nose court-odour from me! reflect I not, on thy baseness, court-contempt? think'st thou, for that I infinuate, or toze from thee thy business, I am

therefore no Courtier? I am courtier, Cap-a-; and one that will either push_on, or pluck back thy business there ; whereupon I command thee to open thy affair.

Slep. My business, Sir, is to the King.
Aut. What Advocate haft thou to him?
Shep. I know not, an't like you.

Cló. 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 simple men! Yet Nature might have made me as these are, Therefore I will not disdain.

Clo. This cannot be but a great Courtier.

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

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 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 th' speech of him.

Aut. Age, thou hast lost thy labour.
Shep. Why, Sir ?

Aut. The King is not at the Palace; he is gone aboard a new ship, to purge melancholy and air himself; 'for if thou best 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 fhepherd's daughter.

Aut. If that shepherd be not in hand-fast, let him Ay; 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 O 2

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