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The court of Bohemia.
Enter Polixenes and Camillo.


PRA Y thee, good Camillo, be no more importunate;

'tis a sickness denying thee any thing, a death to grant this.

Cam. It is fifteen years since I saw my country; though I have for the most part been aired abroad, I desire to lay my bones there. Besides, the penitent king my master, hath sent for mę; to whose feeling forrows I might be fome allay, or I o'erween to think so, which is another spur to my departure.

Pol. As thou lov'st me, Camillo, wipe not out the rest of thy fervices by leaving me now; the need I have of thee, thine own goodness hath made : better not to have had thee, than thus to want thee. Thou having made my businesses, which none, without thee, can fufficiently manage, must either stay to execute them thyself, or take away with thee the very services thou hast done; which if I have not enough consider’d, (as too much I cannot) to be more thankful to thee shall be my study; and my profit therein the heaping friendships. Of that fatal counțry Sicilia, pr’ythee, speak no more; whose very naming punishęs me with the remembrance of that penitent, as thou call'It him, and reconciled king my brother, whose loss of his most precious queen and children are even now to be afresh lamented. Say to me, when faw'lt thou the prince Florizel my fon? kings are no less unhappy, their issue not being gracious, than they are in losing them, when they have approved their virtues.

Cam. Sir, it is three days since I saw the prince; what

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his happier affairs may be, are to me unknown; but I have miflingly noted, he is of late much retired from court, and is less frequent to his princely exercises than formerly he hath appear'd.

Pol. I have considerd so much, Camillo, and with some care so far, that I have eyes under my service, which look upon his removedness; from whom I have this intelligence, that he is seldom from the house of a moft homely, shepherd; a man, they say, that from very nothing, and beyond the imagination of his neighbours, is grown into an unspeakable eftate.

Cam. I have heard, Sir, of such a man, who hath a daughter of most rare note; the report of her is extended more than can be thought to begin from such a cottage.

Pol. That's likewise a part of my intelligence. But, I fear, the angle that plucks our son thither. Thou shalt accompany us to the place, where we will, not appearing what we are, have some question with the shepherd; from whose fimplicity, I think it not uneasy to get the cause of my son's resort thither. Pr’ythee, be my present partner in this business, and lay aside the thoughts of Sicilia.

Cam. I willingly obey your command.
Pol. My best Camillo-we must disguise ourselves. [Exe.
SCENE VII. Changes to the country.

Enter Autolycus singing.
When daffodils begin to peere,

With, heigh! the doxy over the dale,
Why, then comes in the sweet o’th' year;

For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale.
The white sheet bleaching on the hedge,

With, hey! the sweet birds, O how they fing?

Doth set my pugging tooth on edge :

For a quart of ale is a dish for a king.
The lark, that tirra-lyra chaunts,

With, hey! with, hey! the thrush and the jay :
Are summer songs for me and my aunts,

While we lie tumbling in the hay. I have serv'd prince Florizel, and in my time wore threepile, but now I am out of service.

But shall I go mourn for that, my dear?

The pale moon shines by night :
And when I wander here and there,

I then do go most right.
If tinkers may have leave to live,

And bear the fow-skin budget ;
Then my account I well may give,

And in the stocks avouch it. My traffick is sheets; when the kite builds, look to lesser linen. My father nam'd me Autolicus, who being, as I am, litter'd under Mercury, was likewise a snapper up of unconfider'd trifles : with die and drab, I purchas'd this caparison ; and my revenue is the filly cheat. Gallows, and knock, are two powerful on the high-way ; beating and hanging are terrors to me : for the life come, I seep out the thought of it.- A prize! a prize!

SCENE III. Enter Clown.

Clo. Let me see, - Every eleven weather tods, every tod yields pound and odd shilling; fifteen hundred fhorn, what comes the wool to ?

Aut. If the spring hold, the cock's mine [Alide. Clo. I cannot do't without coupters.---Let me see, what

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am I to buy for our sheep-hearing feast, three pounds of sugar, five pound of currants : rice ! what will this fifter of mine do with rice? but my father hath made her mistress of the feast, and she lays it on. She hath made me four and twenty nose-gays for the shearers; three-man song-men all, and very good ones, but they are most of them means and bases; but one Puritan among them, and he fings psalms to horn-pipes. I must have saffron to colour the wardenpies, mace -dates

that's out of my note : nutmegs, seven; a race or two of ginger, but that I may beg; four pounds of prunes, and as many raisins o’th' sun.

Aut. Oh, that ever I was born! [groveling on the ground. Clo. I'th' name of me.

AUT. Oh, help me, help me : pluck but off these rags, and then death, death

Clo. Alack, poor soul, thou hast need of more rags to lay on thee, rather than have these off.

Aur. Oh, sir, the loathsomeness of them offends me, more than the stripes I have receiv’d, which are mighty ones, and millions.

Clo. Alas, poor man! a million of beating may come to a great matter.

Aut. I am robb’d, fir, and beaten; my money and apparel ta’en from me, and these detestable things put upon me.

Clo. What, by a horse-man, or a foot-man.
Aut. A foot-man, sweet fir, a foot-man.

Clo. Indeed, he should be a foot-man, by the garments he hath left with thee; if this be a horse-man's coat, it hath seen very hot service. Lend me thy hand, I'll help thee. Come, lend me thy hand.

[helping him up. Aut. Oh! good fir, tenderly, oh! C10. Alas, poor soul,

Aut. O good Gr, softly, good fir: I fear, fir, my shoulder-blade is out.

Clo. How now ? can't stand?

Aut. Softly, dear fir; good sir, foftly; you ha' done me a charitable ofice.

Clo. Doft lack any mony? I have a little mony for thee.

Aur. No, good sweet Sir; no, I beleech you, Sir; I have a kinsman not past three quarters of a mile hence, unto whom I was going; I fall there have mony, ar any thing I want : offer me no mony, I pray you; that kills iny heart,

Clo. What manner of fellow was he, that robb’d you? AUT. A fellow Sir, that I have known to go about with trol-my-dames: I knew him once a servant of the prince : I cannot tell, good Sir, for which of his virtues it was, but he was certainly whipp'd out of the court.

Clo. His vices, you would say, there's no virtue whipp'd out of the court; they cherish it to make it stay there, and yet it will no more but abide.

Aut. Vices I would say, Sir, I know this man well, he hath been since an ape-bearer, then a process-server, a bailiff; then he compassid a motion of the prodigal son, and married a tinker's wife within a mile where my land and living lies; and, having fiown over many knavish professions, he fetiled only in rogue; some call him Autolycus.

Clo. Out upon him, prig! for my life, prig; he haunts wakes, fairs, and bear-baitings.

Aut. Very true, Sir; he, Sir, he; that's the rogue, that put me into this apparel.

Clo. Not a more cowardly rogue in all Bohemia; if you had but look'd big, and spit at him, he'd have run,

Aut. I must confess to you, Sir, I am no fighter; I am false at heart that way, and that be knew, 'I warrant him.

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