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[They talk afide.

Enter Autolicus.

Aut. Ha, ha, what a fool Honefty is! and Truft, his fworn brother, a very fimple gentleman! I have fold all my trumpery; not a counterfeit ftone, not a ribbon, glafs, pomander, browch, table-book, ballad, knife, tape, glove, fhoe-tye, bracelet, horn-ring to keep my Pack from fafting: they throng who fhould buy firft, as if my trinkets had been hallowed, and brought a benediction to the buyer; by which means, I faw whose purfe was beft in picture; and what I faw, to my good ufe, I remember'd. My good Clown (who wants but fomething to be a reasonable man) grew fo in love. with the wenches fong, that he would not ftir his pettitoes 'till he had both tune and words; which fo drew the rest of the herd to me, that all their other senses ftuck in ears; you might have pinch'd a placket, it was fenfelefs; '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 fong, and admiring the nothing of it. So that in this time of lethargy, I pick'd and cut most of their festival purfes: and had not the old man come in with a whoo-bub against his daughter and the King's fon, and fear'd my choughs from the chaff, I had not left a purfe alive in the whole army.

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

So foon as you arrive, fhall clear that Doubt.

Flor. And thofe that you'll procure from King Le

ontes

Cam. Shall fatisfie your father.

Per. Happy be you!

All that you speak fhews fair.

Cam. Who have we here?

We'll make an inftrument of this; omit

Nothing may give us aid.

[Seeing Autol.

Aut.

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

Cam. How now, good fellow,
Why fhak'ft thou fo? fear not, man,
Here's no harm intended to thee.
Aut. I am a poor fellow, Sir.

[Afide.

Cam. Why, be fo fill; here's no body will fteal That from thee; yet for the outfide of thy poverty, we must make an exchange; therefore difcale thee inftantly (thou must think, there's neceflity in't) and change garments with this gentleman: tho' the pennyworth, on his fide, be the worst, yet hold thee, there's fome boot.

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

Cam. Nay, pr'ythee, dispatch: the gentleman is half flead already.

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

Flo. Difpatch, I pr'ythee.

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

Cam. Unbuckle, unbuckle.
Fortunate Mistress! (let my Prophecy

Come home to ye,) you must retire your felf
Into fome covert; take your sweet-heart's hat,
And pluck it o'er your brows; muffle your face,
Difmantle you; and, as you can, disliken
The truth of your own Seeming; that you may
(For I do fear eyes over you) to fhip-board
Get undefcry'd.

Per. I fee, the Play fo 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, Şir.

Fla.

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

Cam. What I do next, fhall be to tell the King

Of this Escape, and whither they are bound:
Wherein my hope is, I fhall fo prevail
To force him after; in whofe company
I fhall review Sicilia; for whose fight
I have a woman's Longing.
Flo. Fortune speed us!

Thus we fet on, Camillo, to th' fea-fide.

[Afide.

[Exit Flor. with Per. Cam. The fwifter fpeed, 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-purfe; a good nofe is requifite alfo, to fmell out work for th' other fenfes. I fee, 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? fure, 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 at his heels. If I thought it were a piece of honefty to acquaint the King withal, I would not do't; I hold it the more knavery to conceal it; and therein am I conftant to my Profeffion.

Enter Clown and Shepherd.

Afide, afide,- here's more matter for a hot brain; every lane's end, every fhop, church, feffion, hanging, yields a careful man work.

Clo. See, fee; what a man you are now! there is no other way, but to tell the King fhe'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 flesh and blood has not offended the King; and, fo, VOL. III.

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your flesh and blood is not to be punish'd by him. Shew thofe things you found about her, thofe fecret things, all but what he 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 fon'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 fartheft off you could have been to him; and then your blood had been the dearer by I know how much an ounce.

Aut. Very wifely, puppies!

[Afide Shep. Well; let us to the King; there is That in this Farthel will make him fcratch his beard.

Aut. I know not, what impediment this Complaint may be to the flight of my mafter.

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

Aut. Tho' I am not naturally honeft, I am fo fome times by chance: let me pocket up my Pedler's excrement. How now, ruftiques, 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 tradefmen, and they often give us foldiers 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 felf with the manner.

Shep. Are you a Courtier, an like you, Sir?

Aut. Whether it like me, or no, I am a Courtier. Seeft thou not the air of the Court in these enfoldings? hath not my gate in it the measure of the Court? receives not thy nofe court-odour from me? reflect I not, on thy basenefs, court-contempt? think'ft thou, for that I infinuate, or toze from thee thy bufinefs, I am

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

Shep. My bufinefs, Sir, is to the King.

Aut. What Advocate haft thou to him?
Shep. I know not, an't like you.

Clo. Advocate's the court-word for a pheafant; fay, you have none.

Shep. None, Sir; I have no pheasant cock, nor hen. Aut. How blefs'd are we, that are not fimple men! Yet Nature might have made me as these are, Therefore I will not difdain.

Clo. This cannot be but a great Courtier.

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

Clo. He feems 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 fuch fecrets in this farthel and box, which none muft know but the King; and which he fhall know within this hour, if I may come to th' fpeech of him.

Aut. Age, thou haft loft thy labour.
Shep. Why, Sir?

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

Shep. So 'tis faid, Sir, about his fon that should have married a fhepherd's daughter.

Aut. If that fhepherd be not in hand-fast, let him fly; the curfes he fhall have, the tortures he fhall feel, will break the back of man, the heart of monster.

Clo. Think you so, Sir?

Aut. Not he alone fhall fuffer what wit can make heavy, and vengeance bitter; but thofe that are germane to him, tho' remov'd fifty times, fhall all come

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